A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

Falling for You Pt2

Nervously, you bit your lip as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, watching you.
"I mean... what's your story? What made you... you?" you asked, hesitating. "You said it was either this or prison, but that's not the whole picture, is it? Who's the real Sukuna?"

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The seconds ticked by in silence until finally, Sukuna's mouth curved into a sly smirk. "Tell you mine, if you tell me yours," he quipped back, amusement shining in those gorgeous crimson eyes of his. "Quid pro quo." He shrugged his shoulders lightly as a knowing smirk curved his lips.

"Yeah, all right. Why the hell not," you murmured, rolling partially onto your side, one hand holding up your head. You regarded him warily, hesitating for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "You first."

He snorted. "Psh, it's a shitty story," he scoffed. "My life was always filled with fucked up shit, just got worse with age."

"Try me."

He sighed deeply, leaning back and rubbing his face with both hands, clearly debating how much to tell you. "Mm, where to begin..." he muttered, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "For starters, I wasn't always a protector, Y/N. In fact," He paused to sip his whiskey, giving you a moment to register what he meant. "I was the one people needed protection from."

"What do you mean?" you asked cautiously, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I got into gang life back in Japan. My parents died, and things went downhill fast. My grandpa did what he could—moved me and my brother to the States. But by then, I was already in too deep." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Took some jobs I shouldn't have, got into serious shit. I wouldn't call myself a hitman, but... yeah, if you had enough money, I could 'fix' things. I got good at it. Too good."

He glanced back at you, eyes narrowed. "It caught up to me eventually. Lucky for me, I cashed in a favor before they could lock me up for life."

The color drained from your face as the weight of his words hit. A hit-man? You forced yourself to speak, your voice catching in your throat. "Are you—are you joking?"

"Afraid not, princess."

You blinked, absorbing the weight of his words. "So... you were like them?" you whispered, barely loud enough to hear. An assassin—just like the people you were hiding from. A chill ran through you, the revelation hitting hard. "Is that why they assigned you to me? Because you used to be one of them? You know how they think."

Sukuna shifted in his seat. "To put it bluntly? Pretty much. Be a 'protector' and use my expertise. Maybe it doesn't sound like it, but it's a cushy job. Better than rotting in a cell, right?"
He held his hand up before continuing, "I'm not proud of that part of my life, but I don't regret it either.  I'm not a good man—far from it. But it is what it is,"

He seemed ready to leave it at that, but an unexpected pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn't quite grasp how he'd switched from assassin to protector, how easily he seemed to carry the weight of his past. But you could tell—opening up like this wasn't easy for him. And that made it mean more.

"Wow," you muttered. "That must've been... hard."

"Eh, life is."

You could feel his eyes on you, waiting—waiting to see if you'd be disgusted or intrigued by the part of himself he rarely shared. And hearing he'd been part of the world you were running from should've terrified you. But it didn't. Instead, it made you feel closer to him.

"Thanks for telling me," you mumbled with a soft smile. "You can trust me—I won't say anything. And if anyone gives you shit, I've got your back. Just like you've got mine."