𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

13

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You sank onto the damp bench, releasing a heavy sigh. Your clothes clung to you, drenched from your aimless wandering for over an hour in the biting cold.

Setting the cleaning cloth aside, you surveyed the row of benches, momentarily freed from the task.

Sukuna, however, was not being any help at all. After realizing the two of you were locked inside, he casually grabbed a basketball and started playing on the court.

When you asked about his phone, he initially didn't respond, but upon persistence, he mentioned lending it to Yuji since his phone was broken.

Feeling the chill in the air, you contemplated taking off your blouse, which was thoroughly soaked.

However, Sukuna's presence deterred you. Knowing him, he was a big pervert, and the thought made you shudder even more in the cold. Curling into a ball on the bench, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort.

The gym was spacious, but it was also pretty cold. The desire to go home consumed you, and you had no idea what time it was.

Where was the teacher? Would anyone come back for you? The uncertainty and the biting cold only added to the misery of an already dreadful day.

You sneezed, hunching forward and wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the chill. Sukuna glanced at you but continued playing basketball, seemingly uninterested in your discomfort.

However, a spark of amusement crossed his eyes, and he decided to propose a deal.

"Hey, Y/n," Sukuna spoke, bouncing the ball on the floor.

You shot him a glare, still perturbed by his earlier behavior.

Ignoring your annoyance, Sukuna continued, "Looks like we'll be waiting for a while, so I'm gonna propose a deal. If you manage to score at least once, I'll allow you to hit me with the ball ten times. I'll also lend you my jacket." He casually suggested, maintaining eye contact as he bounced the ball.

"But... you'll have to grab the ball from me first."

The prospect of hitting him ten times intrigued you, and you stood up from the bench, walking down the stairs towards him.

"Fine, what's in it for you?" you asked, cautiously approaching him.

"I'll tell you after," Sukuna responded.

"Now," you insisted, wanting to know the full extent of the deal before agreeing.

"Later."

"Now."

"Later."

"Either now, or count me out," you protested firmly.

"Suit yourself," Sukuna shrugged, returning his attention to the ring. Your frustrated sigh echoed through the gym. Changing was a necessity, but Sukuna's unreasonable attitude was proving to be a massive obstacle.

"Alright, what's the timer?" you relented, giving in to the situation.

"Five minutes," Sukuna replied, turning back to you with a smirk. Could you manage that?

Doubts crept in as you watched him play, his skill making you nervous despite knowing he wasn't a professional athlete. He certainly had a way of making it seem effortless.

"Fine, let's do this," you challenged, unraveling your tie and letting your damp hair cascade down your back.

Sukuna's smirk widened as he positioned himself near the ring, bouncing the ball deliberately.