❝ why do you like to fucking argue so much? ❞ - ryomen sukuna
❝ why are you so fucking easy to start an argument with? ❞ - noemi hughes
╰ 🍯 ⊹. in which two short fused people have to share a dorm, and unsurprisingly don't along. ༉‧
- | 🍯 | -՞ "HEY GUYS, 'M HERE WITH MY ROOMIE 'CAUSE Y'ALL THINK HE'S FUNNY." noemi explained to the camera, giving it a thumbs up. she looked over at sukuna, who was literally just staring blankly at the camera.
"bro can you stop that shit?"
"i'm literally not even doing anything, look at you getting your fucking panties in a twist."
"nigga shut up and explain the video."
"ard so basically... uh. not gon lie cut that because i don't stutter." sukuna waved his hand at the camera, his eyes avoiding it before he ran his palm over his face. "anyways so basically, we gon' do this lil' shit where you cook but we don't have a sense, but i'm not gonna be mute because y'all watching for MY commentary. so basically noemi gon shut her bitch ass up for the whole video and i'ma be blind."
"did you have to add bitch into that you dirty hoe?" noemi asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"yeah 'cause thats what you act like." he replied, running his fingers through his hair.
"put on a shirt you look slutty." she added, looking him up and down with a disgusted face. he had on a white wife beater and the christmas pajama pants she'd gotten them both for the video, but still, he could put on a damn shirt.
he actually looked sexy though, but she couldn't say all that. strictly roommates only. (lying ass hoe)
"nah, you like this shit. they like it too, look, they gon make edits out of me on this one." sukuna responded with a smirk before starting to flex in the camera. he even turned around to give them a back profile and shit like he was really feeling himself.
"get a load of this guy." noemi whispered to the camera. "anyways we're making cake, yayyy!" she said, jumping up and down.
"i know our downstairs neighbors hate us." sukuna mumbled.
"no for real." emi acknowledged.
"anyways, c'mere." he said while picking up the roll of black tape they had sitting on the counter. he tugged in it, placing tape over her mouth and ripping off the end piece. "no more talking for emi, now i gotta wear her headband over my eyes. i fuckin' hate talking so much i don't know how y'all do this shit." he complained as he put the black headband over his eyes.
"aight so, i can't even fucking see so i can't tell you whats on the list but noemi knows so she got that." he continued.
noemi rolled her eyes before holding up the instructions on her phone.
"are you gonna measure them for me and i'll pour it? actually i wanna stir. i lied, i wanna do both." sukuna said, his hand resting on the small of her back so he could keep track of where she was.
