A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

A Thin Line Pt1

🌸 A/N – I meant to publish this update sooner, but life got in the way. While editing, I ended up adding more, and the chapter got pretty long again 😅, so I decided to break it into two. Hope y'all enjoy, and thanks for your patience! 🌸

A day had passed, and Sukuna's absence was heavy. The atmosphere had become tense. You sat alone on your bed, picking at your lunch. Sukuna had barely spoken to you. At first, you hoped he would continue your game, maybe even try to annoy you more. Instead, he'd retreated entirely, his energy unusually distant, cool, and detached.

It was late morning. The house was quiet, but the silence was suffocating. Sukuna had spent most of the morning somewhere on the premises, while you stayed in your room. Your emotions were all over the place—excitement, worry, frustration, and then anger. What the heck was his problem? Was he really giving you the cold shoulder today?

Had you done something to upset him? Or did yesterday's flirtation bother him more than you'd realized, you thought. Either way, his behavior frustrated you. It made you angry to not be able to go about your day freely. Why were men always so insufferably difficult? You rubbed your temples, feeling the headache coming on. You refused to be a prisoner in this house, even under Sukuna's so-called protection.

Enough is enough, you thought. Sukuna would have to learn what you would and wouldn't tolerate. You weren't someone to be sidelined or silenced, no matter how strong or authoritative he was. If he refused to talk, then you'd make him.

The ball was in your court, and you knew how to play to win. After all, winning had always been part of your life, and nothing would stop you—not even Sukuna.

You got up, the creak of your bed the only sound breaking the silence. The house felt strange, almost lifeless, as if Sukuna had taken all the energy with him. You wandered downstairs, your footsteps light as you searched for any sign of him, but the house was void of his presence.

Your irritation flared as you realized Sukuna was avoiding you. Why is he avoiding you like you had some sort of viral disease ? You're gonna give him a piece of your mind!

You marched around the house. "Where could he be?" you groaned, your eyes scanning every corner. You spotted the door to the office slightly ajar. You rushed towards it, a determined sigh escaping your lips as you grabbed the handle.

"There you are, dumbass! So, are you really just gonna avoid me all day? What's up with your attitude?" you demanded, standing in the doorway with a stern expression.

You crossed your arms, eyes staring at the pink-haired man sitting in front of you. His face showed no sign of being stunned or shocked; he merely raised his head and let out an exaggerated huff, placing his tablet down. He rose from the office chair. To your surprise, Sukuna didn't immediately snap back. He just moved past you with his usual swagger, dressed in sweatpants and a tight black shirt that clung to his muscles, but something was off. His hair was tousled, as though he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly, and a pack of cigarettes peeked out from his pocket.

His expression was hard, his jaw clenched, tension radiating from every line of his body.
You continued, louder this time, "You seriously can't talk to me? How old are you, 10? You look like you're constipated." You gestured wildly, frustration boiling over. "I've been alone all day... Are you forgetting your job, or what?"

His dark red eyes snapped to you, narrowed into a hard glare that made you take a step back, suddenly realizing you might have overstepped.

"Yeah, protect you, not keep you company or socialize," he snapped, sarcasm dripping from his words. The energy around him crackled, and you shivered involuntarily. "My job is to keep your stupid ass safe. Nothing more. Quit getting the wrong idea, stupid woman. Now," his voice dropped lower, almost a growl, "shut your fucking trap and let me do my damn job." His words were gruff, his expression growing darker by the second. "Get it through your pretty little head. I'm just a bodyguard. We ain't 'friends'?"
he sneered, shoving his hands into his pockets.