❝ 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. ༉‧
- | 🪼 | -՞ IT had been around two months since noemi and sukuna's whole cutting off loose ends bullshit. one month of sukuna trying to get in noemi's good graces after she found out he fucked tatiana the day before he took her virginity. (she'll never forgive him or get over it.)
one month of him basically being allowed to touch her sexually, but not even risking the move because it was visible she was still angry. she still beat on him often like he was some type of punching bag, claiming it was because she remembered how he was balls deep in another bitch.
celibacy for two months wasn't on sukuna's bingo card. at all.
noemi was definitely a pro at staying celibate and he indeed was not.
"oh, it's a migraineee, make them pupils dilateee." noemi sang to herself, her head bopping as a tiktok edit played from her phone. sukuna being sprawled out on the floor in front of her just groaned, raking his fingers over his face. "ew it's a edit of you." she suddenly paused, her brows furrowing.
"haha, so funny." sukuna grumbled, sitting up. he snatched the phone out her hand, ignoring her protest as he watched the edit of himself. his face scrunched up, his head slowly turning away but his eyes still locked onto the phone. "you're calling this ew? i'm hot."
"hot dog shit." she countered, snickering to herself. he just tossed her phone onto the couch cushion next to her before planting his hands on either side of her thighs. "say something else, i'll bite you." he bucked at her.
"ew you dog. literally and figuratively, fuck." she ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilting. "and get your freaky ass from between my legs."
"oh my gosh, i wasn't even gonna do anything. do you see how you act?" sukuna asked noemi, an annoyed expression on his face. he just stared at her as she started giggling, shaking her head 'no' at him.
"you're like— rude as fuck. it makes me wanna throw you into the wall."
"should i be concerned? maybe it's time to beg satoru for money and move..."
"woah, chill." sukuna put his hands up in surrender. "don't do that. i'd have to come find you." he added, standing up and stretching. "and you're fucking easy, i'd have to beat your new roommate."
"i wouldn't have one, i'd be in a one bed room like i should've been instead of moving in with your punk ass. don't call me easy. you're the worst nigga in the world y'know that?" noemi frowned, grabbing his wrist to yank him closer to her.
sukuna groaned as he plopped onto the couch with her, his eyes narrowed. "how am i the worst?" he asked lowly.
"you just called me easy, and for the record i only let one nigga hit one time, and that was you and it was two months ago. i never been easy, bitch." noemi said before pulling him into a chokehold. "when you gon stop fucking playing with me?!"
sukuna just her strangle him, a blank expression on his face as he stared at the ceiling. she wasn't even doing the shit right so it had no effect on him, but he'd let her have it. his smart ass mouth pissed her off a few times.
"you easy ass bitch, how many times was you gon let tatiana crack you? bet it wasn't just her either—"
"AIGHT NOW. chill, fuck."
noemi's brow raised at the sudden trigger, the girl letting him go. "oh you triggered when i bring her up?" she asked, her head tilting as she stared at his scowl. "tatiana."
"chill."
"tati."
"stop, like deadass."
"ohhhh, she triggers you? 'cause you know you a nasty BITCH." noemi said, smacking the side of his face lightly.
sukuna just writhed side to side, his hands gripping the sides of his face now. "listen woman, ian triggered. i'm tryna help YOU. YOUUU get triggered when you hear her name, so why are you saying it? you're triggering yourself." he sat up, pointing at her chest.
"you gotta be kidding me, i'm not triggered by shit."
"your hand is twitching, look at you."
noemi just sucked her teeth, mumbling a small 'shut up' before getting off the couch. "getting triggered by bitches is for bitches. she could never have my nigga, would never be triggered by her." she said before flicking off sukuna.
he just shrugged, clapping for her like it was some type of achievement. "so proud of you for getting over this traumatic experience, now let's take our clothes off—"
"no, you freaky frog. like what the fuck?" noemi sucked her teeth. "maybe that'll teach you not to fuck another bitch while you're graced to even be in my presence."
sukuna cleared his throat, just nodded and swiping the tip of his nose with his index finger. "yeah, go 'head and uh..." he mumbled before getting up and quickly grabbing noemi. she squealed as he pretended to put her in a chokehold, holding her back against the couch. "i can't be rejected, you gotta die, real shit."
noemi laughed, whacking him until he finally let her go and started walking away like he didn't do nothing. "bro you're actually insane." she told him, side eyeing with a smile.
"bro?" he asked, starting to walk towards her again. but this time he looked like a fucking thug, his shoulders raised and his arms flexing with his hands in fists.
"i meant baby. y'know what i'm sayin'? baby you're actually insane, haha..." noemi mumbled, scurrying away from him with her hands by her chest. the corners of her mouth were pulled downwards while her lips were parted, an awkward look on her face.
