What You Know || sukuna x f!reader [college au]

Prom Queen

The sun is high in the sky, warming your skin in the crisp air. The sounds of chatter and laughter fill the campus and in the distance a student is playing their guitar. Your thoughts, however, aren't occupied by the warmth or the idle noise that fills the air around you. Your mind is preoccupied with Sukuna.

"Honestly, I just can't get over the fact that you actually make it sound like you had a good time with him," Shoko comments as you make your way from your lecture to the lunch hall. Of course, you'd left out any portions of the story that felt private, things Sukuna was likely trusting you with. Even without the shreds of vulnerability he showed you, your time with him is still so uncharacteristic for how Shoko would know Sukuna.

"Well... yeah. Honestly, I did," you admit with a shrug, casting a glance at your phone to take a look at the time. "Hold on, I need to make a pit stop."

Shoko hums in confusion, standing at the edge of the pathway as you casually jog to wait at the fountain for Sukuna a few minutes before noon. The autumnal breeze is cool as it hits your face, leaving behind a faint blush over your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your fashionable but functional auburn knit sweatshirt hangs loosely over your shoulders to protect you from the wind's bite as you shift from side to side on your heels awaiting Sukuna.

A minute past twelve, you catch a glimpse of him in the distance. His hair is pushed back as usual, his leather jacket hanging over his shoulders with a plain black muscle shirt and a pair of loose jeans hanging off his hips. His hands are shoved in his pockets, expression unreadable as usual.

As he approaches, you wave with a sweet smile. He meets your gaze, barely acknowledging you with a small nod. Coming to a stop before you, he drags his backpack down from his shoulder, digging through it for the GameBoy to hand it to you.

"Thought he left it at yours," Sukuna sighs as he passes it to you.

Taking one look at the console, you shake your head as you slide your hands over his fingers and wrap them around the device for him. He scowls at you as he realizes your meaning before you can say it.

"You can keep-"

"No."

You blink at his stubbornness, pulling your hands back to fiddle with the hems of your sleeves. "I really don't mind. He's a good kid, I'd rather it go to use than rot in my drawer," you shrug.

"He stole, he doesn't get to keep shit," Sukuna insists.

"Then make it some sort of incentive. Get them to do some chores and if they do, they get it." You smile at the idea, after all it's somewhat of a gift for both kids given that they wouldn't need to share any longer.

"It's yours. I'm not taking it," Sukuna stubbornly refuses, holding it out closer to you as though he's trying to shove it into your grip.

Like that, it clicks and your gaze softens as you look up at the man towering over you. He doesn't want to feel like a charity case, like he owes you something. He's trying his best to get you to take it back for the same reason he hated that you paid for dinner. He doesn't want to feel like he needs help.

"Why don't we say it's a gift for you instead of them, then?"

His brow twitches, somewhat taken aback, but he doesn't say anything, quietly listening to you as you continue.

"As a thank you for saving me from being covered in oil. Now they won't fight over your GameBoy and you can have some peace."

You half expect him to boil over and blow up at you for even suggesting to give him a gift when you already paid for his dinner. And really, keeping you out of the hospital is more of a common courtesy than something that's deserving of a gift. Yet, to both of your surprise, Sukuna just stares at the console, the air between you falling somewhere between tense and comfortable.