𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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You slip into your shimmering silver boots, perfectly complementing your dress and bag as you and Sukuna prepare for Shoko's party. With meticulous care, you adjust your attire in Sukuna's mirror, expertly applying your makeup.

Perhaps yesterday's actions had been a bit much. The truth was, you weren't oblivious to Sukuna's discreet recording during your intimate moment.

Frankly, it annoyed you. You had asked him to delete the footage, but he attempted to justify keeping it for his own viewing. So you told him you wouldn't speak to him until the video was deleted for good.

The thought of being a part of his little sex collection of recordings unsettled you. Did Sukuna still have his videos up on twitter? Did he even delete the previous interactions he's had with those girls on his phone?

It might seem irrational to dwell on such matters, but you couldn't shake off the worry. Sure, Sukuna wasn't perfect but you preferred keeping him all to yourself, and you expected the same loyalty in return.

Sukuna enters the room, plopping down onto the bed, breaking the silence that had lingered for hours.

You spritz some perfume before glancing at the time on your phone. The atmosphere is heavy with tension and an undeniable sense of awkwardness hangs in the air.

"You done actin petty?" Sukuna's voice grumbled from behind you, breaking the silence.

With a slight smack of your lips, you turned to face him, offering a sheepish smile before making your exit from his room. Yet, you knew his apology was merely scratching the surface.

Descending the stairs, you found Yuki just finishing up baking. Leaning against the couch, you retrieved your pocket mirror to ensure your makeup remained flawless. Sukuna descended the stairs as well, preoccupied with fixing his watch.

"Hey, have you guys seen Yuji lately? He's practically living at Fushiguro's house at this point," Yuki sighed, removing her apron and resting her hand on her hip.

You glanced at Sukuna, silently urging him to contribute, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on you, casting a palpable tension over the room.

Yuki knew something was up and neither of you wanted to tell her. It was already unusual for Yuji to be gone this long. "Hmm. I'll go pick him up then," she said, heading back into the kitchen.

Your glare at Sukuna communicated your expectation for him to address the situation with Yuji, but he only scoffed.

"Words, darling," Sukuna remarked, his tone laced with mockery.

"Pft, darling," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Sukuna closed the distance between you, enveloping you in his arms. "How long do you plan to ignore me?" he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

You met his gaze, a mixture of defiance and longing in your eyes.

"You know how long," you murmured, your eyes momentarily tracing his lips before meeting his gaze once more.

A fleeting smile crossed Sukuna's lips before he withdrew from the embrace. "The Uber's here," he stated simply, prompting you to grab your bag and follow him out to the waiting car.

As the Uber began driving, you broached the topic of Yuji. "When do you plan on telling her?" you asked, gazing out the window as rain poured down.

"She'll figure it out on her own. This time, Yuji will face the consequences, not me," Sukuna replied nonchalantly, prompting another sigh from you as you turned to him.