𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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Sukuna seized the back of your hoodie, deftly flipping you over until your head found an unexpected perch in his lap. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him as he leisurely took the scene unfolding before him.

"Well, well, look who's gracing my home, wearing my clothes," Sukuna smirked, a taunting edge to his tone. Despite your instinct to rise, he playfully pressed your head back into his lap.

"Are you a masochist? Is that why you're tailing me?" Sukuna quipped, sarcasm dripping from his words. Suppressing the urge to retaliate, you attempted to rise, but he firmly kept you in place.

"Get off me," you hissed, pushing his hand away as you regained a seated position.

"Actually, we just happened to cross paths, so I brought her inside," Yuji defended, arms crossed. Sukuna rubbed his temples, visibly drained from dealing with unexpected company when all he wanted was a quick fuck and some rest.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. She planned the whole thing," Sukuna sighed, closing his eyes and reclining on the couch.

"Did not," you retorted, rising from the couch with a huff.

"It's okay, I have that effect on girls," Sukuna smirked with closed eyes, earning a glare from you. His slick words only fueled your disdain.

"Not only are you a scumbag, but you're also delusional. Hah, makes sense," you rolled your eyes, unimpressed.

Yuji sighed, realizing the futility of the situation. However, he found it nice that you were finally standing up to Sukuna's cruel remarks—a notable step forward.

Clapping his hands together, Yuji intervened, "Anyway, Sukuna, lets walk y/n back to her house."

"Nah," Sukuna responded almost immediately.

"Fine by me," you scoffed.

"Guys, please, Sukuna! I can't let her walk home alone, and you know I won't dare to walk back by myself," Yuji protested, his hands clamped together as he begged his brother.

"Call a damn Uber then," Sukuna retorted.

"I don't trust any Uber for her at this hour," Yuji said, pointing at the large clock hanging on the wall—it was around 2 am.

"Too bad, then," Sukuna shrugged, grabbing a pillow as he rested his head on it.

"Please, Sukuna," Yuji pouted.

"No, forget it! I'm walking home myself," you declared, heading to the entrance to search for your heels. Realizing you'd have to walk barefoot, you weren't about to navigate the streets with heels on.

"Y/n, no! Wait, fine, I'll come by myself!" Yuji said anxiously as he hurried over.

Sukuna let out an exhausted sigh; there was no way he'd allow Yuji to walk alone back home. Despite being mean and rude, and constantly pestering Yuji, deep down, he cared for him.

Sukuna would go to great lengths to protect Yuji, even breaking bones and issuing threats to those who dared insult him.

Yuji might have fallen victim to bullying if it weren't for Sukuna's interference. After all, everyone was scared of him.

"You brats, wait there," Sukuna groaned as he reluctantly got up from his couch.

You and Yuji stood there in surprise as Sukuna surprisingly gave in. Observing him ascend the stairs and disappear into his room, only to reemerge putting on a black hoodie, you couldn't help but resent how undeniably attractive he appeared.