❝ 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. ༉‧
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 loading . . . ❝ exams ! ❞
- | 🪼 | -՞ SUGURU patted noemi's head, pointing at the notebook filled with notes on body systems, functions, different occupations and their specific works—literally every and anything.
"y'know how crazy it is that you pulled all this off amidst your boy drama?" he asked her, his brow raising.
"yeah, you a trooper, for real." satoru smacked the back of her neck, busting out laughing at the loud slap it made.
"fuck you, and fuck off." noemi whined, smacking the hell out of satoru in retaliation. "genuinely, i should be getting showered in gifts once i beat ass on this exam."
"big nurse, not the littleee!" shoko chimed, cigarette between her fingers as she did a little break dance. it didn't help that satoru immediately jumped in, the two singing random lyrics.
suguru's eye twitched watching them, his hand moving to drag down his face. "i know we're never serious, but it's exam week. and if noemi can be serious out of all of us, you guys can too." he said lowly.
"oh please. we'll pass, noemi will get her big bsn, and you guys are gonna go be the popo, it's still fuck 12 though, and the queen is going to med school, trust." shoko waved her hand dismissively.
"i can't believe you guys are actually going into the police force. i thought one of you would quit and go to the military and the other would definitely follow." noemi admitted, standing up from the desk she was at.
they were at satoru's place, the fat ass mansion having so many rooms, he had a whole wing to himself. hence why they were in his "studying room," although he barely used it.
noemi suddenly hopped up and down, a smile on her face, "can i get the video of when you get tased and pepper sprayed?
"no." satoru answered. "of course." suguru just smiled.
"i want it too!" shoko chimed, hopping right on top of suguru's back. the two just smiled, his onyx haired man, shaking his head as he secured her legs to keep her from falling.
"i'll send it in the groupchat when the time comes." he reassured the two.
"i'm not sending y'all shit." satoru reminded them, sticking his tongue out. "pepper spray can't do shit to me."
"because you're the strongest, we get it." noemi waved her hand dismissively. "fuckin' dweeb."
"you wanna go short stack?" "if i come over there, you're gonna be nose deep in this floor."
suguru and shoko watched the two go back and forth, flinging harmless insults at each other. really, any time with them around each other was the same thing.
exams.
they had to be the worst thing mankind created, other than school, which if it didn't exist, maybe they wouldn't have exams either. but she needed to pass this exam, or else she'd basically have wasted 4 years of her life.
it wasn't like she couldn't just keep retaking the test, but her family is sassy and she doesn't wanna deal with them bringing up failing her first time at every function.
by the time she finished her exam, she was deadass half asleep and heavily irritated. to top it off, she was hungry as fuck.
noemi rubbed her eyes, walking slowly as she approached sukuna who was standing at his car. a cigarette was lit between his fingers, smoke blowing from his lips as he brought it down to his side.
"hey—oomph—" he almost choked on the smoke from noemi shoving herself into his arms, her own wrapping around him. her face buried into his chest, muffled sobs slipping past the material of his shirt.
sukuna blinked, processing the noise of her crying. and just as fast as he processed it, he dropped the cigarette onto the floor, stomping on it to put it out. an arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him, while the other held the back of her head, tugging her hair to pull her head up and allow her to breathe.
she sucked in a deep breath, another sob following as she gripped his sides. "i so failed that shit, i'm fucking doomed," she complained between tears, "i'm gonna have to retake it."
"what? no way, you studied so hard for weeks now, emi." he frowned, his head tilting as he looked down at her. his body leaned back against his car, her hand gently rubbing her back up and down in attempt to soothe her. "quit crying."
"even if you failed it, you can literally retake it next month. is it that serious to pass the first time?" "it's serious to me, ryomen."
sukuna felt his heart kind of twist at the emotion in her voice. her sobs were gone, just sniffles and hiccups as she wiped her face, trying to soothe herself.
she was embarrassed for immediately breaking down like that, but she was genuinely on her last straw. she had a very eventful semester, then to end it off with second guessing all her answers after the test... it just turned her into a crybaby right then and there.
"i'm sure you passed, don't discredit yourself too much." sukuna pressed a kiss onto her forehead. "if you stop sulking, we can stop by rita's in the way home. deal?"
noemi cracked a smile, sniffling a bit as she allowed her hands to fall to her sides. "deal," she responded lowly.
with that, he opened the car door for her, watching her get in before closing it. then he got into the drivers seat and started the car.
as he pulled out the parking lot and they began driving, noemi noticed the little things he was doing. he was being way more attentive—usually he was an asshole, saying snarky comments while she minded her business on her phone, and would purposely dig his nails into her thigh when he held it.
but as he drove today, he rubbed circles on her thigh with his thumb, his grip looser than normal. he let her have the aux, and he closed his mouth, he even managed to maintain a resting face instead of that scowl.
it made noemi laugh a bit, but when he asked why, she'd just shake her head and say nothing.
