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“You will, won’t you?” He asks.
Yuuji laughs, winding powder blue blossoms into red hair. “Yeah!” He chirps. They’re going to get yelled at once Gramps finds out Yuuji dug up his flowers to wind in the other boy’s hair.
“Promise?” The boy asks, leaning up from where he lays in Yuuji’s lap.
Yuuji laughs, “Yeah! I already said so!”
Soft lips touch Yuuji’s, confident from practice.
Yuuji’s alarm shrieks in his ear. He stares at the ceiling, and wonders if his heat is coming up. He always dreams about that childhood crush whenever he’s sappy and hormonal; and it never fails to make him snort.
Winding forget-me-nots into the hair of a boy who Yuuji absolutely forgot. Junpei calls it dramatic irony.
Yuuji remembers their promise; that if they presented as alpha and omega, they’d get married. Yuuji had agreed. He laughed at the possibility he’d be anything other than a beta with his dead nose, and yet, Yuuji moved to Tokyo and then presented as an omega a few years later.
Thus began his history of overly emotional pre-heats, where he used to sob inconsolably over his ‘lost love’.
It’s funny enough as an adult that all his friends know the story, and tell people Yuuji’s favourite flowers are forget-me-nots. The fact he allegedly smells like them is icing on the cake. Yuuji has no idea, he is still noseblind. He’s practically got to be on top of people to smell them, and is genuinely incapable of smelling himself.
Yuuji checks his heat tracking app, and nearly throws his phone, groaning. First issue: definitely pre-heat.
Second issue: it’s Monday. Ethics seminar.
Yuuji considers writing a very nicely worded e-mail to his seminar lead, saying that he’s gotten ill and won’t be able to make it to class.
Tragically, his seminar lead is the whole reason Yuuji doesn’t want to go, and he’s positive Sukuna would suggest he just come by Yuuji’s apartment to antagonise him under the guise of ‘making sure that Yuuji’s understanding class materials’.
Yuuji understands the class materials perfectly, and is actually enjoying his ethics elective way more than he thought he would. The issue is that Sukuna has never been struck by a moral inclination once in his life. Sukuna is genuinely everything wrong with alphas, in Yuuji’s opinion, in the sense that he seems to have bought entirely into the might makes right mentality.
If Yuuji has to hear one more comment about how society is ruled by ‘the banal mentality of weakness’, he’ll scream.
Yuuji forces himself out of bed, goes for his run, and ignores the way he gets sweatier, and is more bent out of shape about Sukuna’s horrible personality than usual. Yuuji has rules; seminar discussions do not follow him home.
Yuuji’s hormones disagree, and are of the opinion he needs to spend every waking moment leading up to his 10am seminar dreading interacting with Sukuna, and coming up with stupider and stupider attempts to appease him and play dead.
Because that’s the issue; Sukuna targets Yuuji, and Yuuji alone, in their seminars, and leaves all the actual philosophy students alone, or calls them wrong to their faces.
Yuuji hopes Sukuna’s shitty social skills will impact his reviews as a Master’s student-teacher.
The email doesn’t get sent, and Yuuji doesn’t think about Sukuna’s pale blue eyes in his shower, and Yuuji does go to his seminar despite existential dread.
It almost goes well.
“I’m saying,” Yuuji resists the urge to clench his fist, or worse, cry, fucking pre-heat , “That we are obligated to help other people! Why would it make us happy otherwise?”
Sukuna stares at him, unimpressed. The rest of his seminar group are looking between the two of them, delighted. Toge is taking notes, because he keeps using Yuuji to learn how not to make arguments.
This is unfair, Yuuji is a STEM major.
He doesn’t belong here.
He doesn’t deserve this.
He likes questions with straightforward, yes or no answers.
“Is happiness a good determinator for if we ‘ought’ to do something? Should ethics be determined by whether or not it makes you happy? Does the actual process make you happy, or the idea that people perceive you as being good?” Sukuna cuts back, clicking his pen while he leans back in his chair.
Yuuji wants to strangle him with his stupid turtleneck.
“Where does this obligation come from? God? You? If it’s from you, isn’t it just what you want? Or does it come from others dictating to you that you should care to be good - or, what they tell you is good.” Sukuna tilts his head, watching for Yuuji’s response. “Why is the concept of good connected with meekness; do not steal from others, do not lie to others. Why isn’t it good to be considered someone one should not lie to? Or steal from?”
Yuuji knows for a fact they’re just supposed to be talking about Kant, but here Yuuji is, with a literal beginners understanding of the argument, having to defend it from someone doing his Master’s in Philosophy and Literature.
The whine in the back of Yuuji’s throat is mostly subverbal. Toge catches it, fellow omega senses tingling, and tragically, Sukuna does as well, pausing in his pen clicking.
He addresses the rest of the seminar. “Yuuji’s point brings up two issues. First, Kantian ethics are not meant to be easy, natural, or enjoyable. What is ethical is what you ought to do, not what brings you pleasure. Otherwise it would be ethical to cave to your instincts, always. Second, because it is a universal issue of ‘ought’, there is no room for nuance. Take lying, for example. It could be a maxim to say, ‘never lie’. Any form of dishonesty is then considered unethical. What if you’re hiding an Omega from their Alpha, who can and will kill them if they find them? It would be ethical, per the maxim, to tell the truth that you are hiding that Omega.”
It’s the first time Sukuna’s said that Yuuji has a point, and also corrected Yuuji without being a dick about it. Yuuji can’t even be too relieved, too busy being stressed out by his hormones.
Sukuna doesn’t pester Yuuji again, instead taking apart Nitta for asking a ‘question he would know the answer to, if he knew how to read’.
Toge glances at Yuuji periodically, and Yuuji sneaks out his phone to text, Pre-heat.
Toge nods, and texts back; Life is not daijobu.
Yuuji tries not to laugh, and catches Sukuna watching him instead.
He flinches, and stares at the wall, waiting for a reprimand that doesn’t come.
Not immediately at least.
Yuuji thinks he’s home free when their hour is up, and he’s passing Sukuna on the way to the door.
“You. Brat.” Sukuna says.
Yuuji whines, silently, again.
Sukuna steps too close to him, a hand on his elbow. “What are you doing?” Sukuna asks. He has lowered his voice, and the last of the other students trickle out of the room, Toge saluting to Yuuji’s demise as he escapes.
“Right now?” Yuuji says. “I’m getting singled out by my seminar lead, and bullied about an old European guy’s guide on how to be good using seven thousand really not easy steps?”
Sukuna, the lord of inappropriate emotional responses, laughs. Yuuji does not want him to laugh, because it’s making his hormonal omega ass happy, when he would like to be angry. “I mean the way you’re whining at me.”
The room is very, very empty, and they are very alone.
Yuuji’s pulse increases, omega instincts keener than usual.
Yuuji stands very still, and tries not to feel like a deer in headlights. “What?” He asks.
Sukuna tilts his head, eyebrows up. “Are you playing dumb on purpose?”
Yuuji’s done. He forces the dumb urges down, unwilling to be ruled by hormonal reactions telling him to submit.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, twisting away from Sukuna, and walks quickly out of the room. “Great chat, love to hear it, see you next week!” Yuuji calls without looking back.
He is not lucky, however, and Sukuna jogs after him, longer legs letting him catch up in no time.
Yuuji is glad he has no other classes, and can go home and aggressively make a nest to self-soothe.
Yuuji is not glad that he has to walk toward his apartment, because he has no idea how far Sukuna is willing to follow him off campus. “See me next week?” Sukuna asks, like he’s deaf as well as stupid. “You haven’t answered my question.”
He leans into Yuuji’s space again, and Yuuji finally catches a whiff of Sukuna’s scent, and gets baffled by his incense smell. Yuuji’s never smelled Sukuna, why is he familiar like Yuuji has?
“I didn’t whine at you,” Yuuji says.
Sukuna gives him another one of his blank looks. “You whined at me twice, to convince me to take it easy on you.”
Yuuji splutters. “I didn’t do that!”
Sukuna’s eyebrows furrow, and he cocks his head. “You do that every week. Today is just the first time you’ve done it twice.”
Yuuji groans, and grabs at his hair, glancing around to see if anyone he knows is nearby. Nope, but there are some first years gawking at them. “Dude! I am not whining at you, I am groaning in pain!”
Sukuna stares at Yuuji like he’s grown two heads. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks, and then glances at their onlookers. “On second thought, take me to your apartment, we’re discussing this there.”
Yuuji’s gobsmacked.
The audacity of this man.
It isn’t with any form of rational sense that his legs start moving, omega hindbrain taking over to start walking at Sukuna’s tone. Clearly, despite Yuuji’s deadened sense of smell, he too can be wombo-comboed by obnoxious alphas with no boundaries and his pre-heat.
“Can you even do this? Come to my apartment?” Yuuji asks, too confused to be as annoyed as he wants to be. Sukuna’s not Yuuji’s professor, but he is his seminar lead. Yuuji’s pretty sure Sukuna marks their papers too, and Yuuji wishes he was more like that all the time.
Sukuna praises Yuuji’s written understanding of the material, and then prods him into humiliating debates in public.
Which Yuuji does not whine about.
Sukuna pretends to have manners while they walk back to Yuuji’s apartment, keeping on the outside of the sidewalk, like a gentleman and not a demon in human skin. He loses (gains) points when he leans over Yuuji to hold the door open for them. He is not that much taller than Yuuji, his behaviour is unjustified.
Yuuji pouts, and curses the way his stomach flutters, and lets the devil into his apartment, resigned to this whole process.
He’s then promptly slammed into the wall of his entryway, Sukuna’s face in his neck, breathing deeply, and sighing.
Yuuji freezes, and his instincts tangle on the conflicting urge to run, play dead, or be horny.
“What are you doing?” He says, crushing the strap of his bag in his hands so that they’re occupied.
“Are you almost in heat?” Sukuna snuggles his face further into Yuuji’s neck, smelling him.
Stupidly, Yuuji notes that Sukuna’s hair is soft, and that he’s wearing a nice clean cologne that compliments his resiny smell nicely. Perks of Sukuna completely eliminating the boundaries of propriety and personal space. “Do I have to call the police?” Yuuji asks.
Yuuji has never once, in his life, thought he’d have to call for help because an alpha lost control around him. That’s something that only happens in books, because people, especially people who read German philosophers for fun and sport in the original language, are not animals who lose control at the smell of a more hormonal than usual Omega.
Yuuji’s also plenty strong, so most people don’t try to strong arm him.
“Hm?” Sukuna leans back, sliding his palms down the wall from either side of Yuuji’s head, but not away entirely. His fingers brace against the wall, bracketing Yuuji. “No? Why?”
Yuuji blinks at him. “Because you’re scenting me, uninvited, in my apartment?” Yuuji asks.
Why is Yuuji the one sounding unsure?! Yuuji’s the wronged party!
Sukuna stares at him like he’s a math problem that he can’t solve. “What do you mean uninvited?”
“This is getting out of hand, man,” Yuuji puts his palms up, as if to ward Sukuna off.
Sukuna purrs low in his throat, in a clear attempt to soothe Yuuji, and his expression is screwed up like he’s genuinely confused.
The purr works as intended, and Yuuji’s hard won irritation starts to melt, so he straps on an even more irritated face and grabs Sukuna’s shoulders.
Before he can say anything, Sukuna leans in and kisses him chastely, his eyes closed and red eyelashes flush against his cheeks. His purr kicks up, pleased, as his breathing deepens to take in more of Yuuji’s scent.
Yuuji halts, his brain firmly shutting off, and kisses back with no real idea why he’s doing that. Sukuna is the bane of his academic existence. Sukuna ruins his week, every Monday, and apparently, that’s because he thought Yuuji was flirting with him?
Who taught this man how to flirt?
Sukuna’s lips are soft, and he licks politely at the seam of Yuuji’s mouth, not biting his way in like Yuuji would expect.
Yuuji opens his mouth, lulled into a false sense of security and tastes the heat of Sukuna’s tongue before his lip gets bit.
Yuuji pulls away, trying to ignore how hot and bothered he feels, and keenly aware that his heat could very well be triggered early. Which would be problematic, because Yuuji hasn’t told any of his professors he’ll need time off for heat related reasons.
Sukuna trails after him, trying to kiss Yuuji again, and Yuuji turns his head, whining, because he’s trying to talk.
Sukuna nuzzles him, kissing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw before sucking on Yuuji’s neck. His hands fall to Yuuji’s hips, holding him in place.
Yuuji feels dizzy, and horny, and what the fuck is happening.
“Sukuna, Sukuna, I genuinely hate you, you know that?” Yuuji manages to get out, between the way he’s mewling at Sukuna sucking on his neck.
Sukuna glances up at him with blown pupils. “Do you? That’s hot, brat.”
Yuuji whines again, and turns his face back away from Sukuna. Not his proudest moment, but if he’s going to get launched into an early heat, having hate-sex with Sukuna isn’t the worst way to do it. Certainly not the best, but Sukuna’s teeth and tongue at the juncture of Yuuji’s throat are doing things to him.
Time to throw caution to the wind. Yuuji tangles his hands into Sukuna’s hair and yanks his head back, biting Sukuna’s mouth back, harder than Yuuji would normally to be petty.
It has the opposite of the intended effect, Sukuna melting into Yuuji’s mouth, biting back with relish. He hoists Yuuji up, forcing him to wrap his legs around Sukuna’s waist or fall.
“Bed?” Sukuna asks.
Yuuji doesn’t want to tell Sukuna where his bed is, but he also doesn’t want to have sex in front of his door, where anyone walking down the hall of his building can hear, so Yuuji reluctantly tells Sukuna where to go, sighing as Sukuna kneads his ass in his palms.
Slick begins to bead and drip into Yuuji’s underwear, and Sukuna is hot, despite his abhorrent personality.
He drops Yuuji face down onto his bed, and pins him, and loses some of his bonus points with Yuuji’s rationality, but gains a lot with Yuuji’s libido.
Sukuna grinds against Yuuji’s ass, leisurely, and Yuuji can already feel the beginnings of his knot through their clothes, and sticks his ass up higher, hips loosening in anticipation.
Stupid.
Pre-heat.
Maybe heat-heat.
No, Yuuji’s still capable of anger, and isn’t crying and begging for Sukuna’s knot, so he doesn’t have to worry about that, in addition to the rest of this.
Sukuna’s mouth latches onto the side of Yuuji’s neck, and Yuuji’s concerns fly out the window as Sukuna sucks marks into his skin. Yuuji squirms underneath him, fighting the grip on his hands to try and flip over, to give back as good as he gets.
Sukuna laces their fingers and presses harder, sucking on Yuuji’s earlobe until Yuuji turns away, overwhelmed, only to do the same on the other side when it’s exposed.
Yuuji tries to flinch away, whining for mercy. “Too much,” He pants, and Sukuna pulls off for a moment, staring down at Yuji while he rocks his hips against Yuuji’s ass.
Yuuji’s erection hurts where it’s straining against his jeans, and he can’t imagine that it’s any more comfortable for Sukuna in his slacks. Yuuji’s already loose, and he wiggles his hips back against Sukuna. “Get a move on before we both get old and die,” Yuuji grumbles.
Sukuna laughs, and lets go of Yuuji’s hands, helping Yuuji out of his shirt before kissing down his spine, and getting in the way when Yuuji tries to take off his own pants. Sukuna pushes Yuuji’s hands away, easing Yuuji out on his own.
He grabs the round globes of Yuuji’s ass, clearly admiring it, sitting back on his haunches with all his own clothes on.
Yuuji buries his face in his pillow, and groans, embarrassed. Sukuna pets his thumb over Yuuji’s rim before pushing it in, purring at how easily Yuuji adjusts, spreading his knees further apart.
Sukuna twists his thumb in Yuuji, hooking it like he’s trying to pull Yuuji open to look inside, and Yuuji shouts into his pillow before jerking his head up. “Stop that!” He snaps, glaring over his shoulder.
Sukuna looks up from where he’s clearly and obviously admiring where his thumb disappears into Yuuji’s body. “Take out my thumb? I don’t think you would like that, would you?” He grins, face flushed.
Flirting. He’s flirting with Yuuji with his thumb hooked in Yuuji’s leaking hole.
Yuuji faceplants again to hide how red his face is, and wishes he could hide the way his dick drips, aching for something more substantial than a finger.
“Fine, fine, brat.” Sukuna laments, and pulls his thumb out, only to replace it with his tongue, groaning appreciatively.
Yuuji moans, going boneless as he presses his hips back against Sukuna’s mouth.
“If you wanna keep doing that,” Yuuji manages to slur out, “you can.”
Sukuna pulls back and nips at the crease of Yuuji’s thigh, purring louder when Yuuji whines. “You taste the way I knew you would,” he sighs, and dives back into fucking Yuuji on his tongue, wrapping a hand around Yuuji’s cock to jerk him off with a matching rhythm.
Yuuji’s too hard to think about the fact that Sukuna’s imagined the way he tastes before, and lets himself get lost in the sensation of Sukuna’s tongue inside him, and his hand around him, steadily stoking the flames of Yuuji’s arousal.
At least this way, Sukuna’s not talking, and Yuuji can just enjoy how good Sukuna’s making him feel.
Sadly, just as Sukuna hits the right angle with his tongue, licking Yuuji into a panting, shaking, mess, he pulls away, and takes his hand off of Yuuji’s cock.
Yuuji bites his pillow viciously to keep from whipping around to bite Sukuna. The only mollification he has is the flump of clothing as Sukuna strips, tossing his stupid turtleneck onto Yuuji’s floor and pulling himself out of his slacks to rub his cock on Yuuji’s rim.
“You close, brat?” Sukuna asks. There’s a pause. “Lube?” Sukuna tacks on as an afterthought.
“Stop talking,” Yuuji grits out, pushing himself to his elbows. Yuuji, while not as wet as he would be during a heat, definitely doesn’t need additional lubrication.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Sukuna says.
Sukuna grabs Yuuji’s shoulder with one hand and steadies himself with the other, pushing in as he pulls Yuuji upright, forcing him to lean his back against Sukuna’s chest.
The metal of his belt bites into Yuuji’s skin as Sukuna stretches him full, hips flush against Yuuji. Yuuji’s head tips over Sukuna’s shoulder with a moan, neck stretched luxuriously for Sukuna’s teeth as he sets a shallow rhythm, Yuuji’s cock bobbing with every slap of their hips together. Sukuna’s left hand wraps nicely around Yuuji’s waist. He could be convinced to get used to this.
Sukuna watches Yuuji’s cock, dropping his right hand from Yuuji’s shoulder to pinch his nipple as he works Yuuji over.
Yuuji’s thighs shake, and he grabs himself, jerking off, reaching with the other hand to yank on Sukuna’s hair, jerking his hips desperately into Sukuna’s rhythm.
In this position Yuuji can’t get Sukuna’s knot, but it doesn’t matter, he’s close enough from Sukuna eating him out that he doesn’t need it.
The intrusive thought of what it would be like to have Sukuna plugging him up during his heat hits Yuuji, and the mental image is enough to have him spilling over his fingers, biting his lip to hold back his noises.
Sukuna moans, stroking Yuuji’s flank through his orgasm, slowing his pace down to deep, slow, strokes of his cock over Yuuji’s prostate, until Yuuji’s collapsing bonelessly to his face, hips up and taking Sukuna deeper at the new angle.
Yuuji feels Sukuna’s knot slip in as he drapes himself over Yuuji’s back, grabbing his hips to hold him still. Yuuji purrs, for the first time, trying to encourage Sukuna to spill inside him, in his post orgasmic haze.
If Yuuji was thinking straight, he would be concerned about the mess. However, Yuuji’s hormones are just going apeshit about how good it would feel to have Sukuna’s cum dripping out of him.
Sukuna wraps an arm around Yuuji’s chest, hugging him to Sukuna, hips moving minutely as he kisses over the back of Yuuji’s neck.
Yuuji blinks, blearily, as Sukuna suckles at his scent gland, stomach clenching and walls squeezing around Sukuna.
Sukuna’s teeth sink into Yuuji, mating him, Sukuna using his weight to bear them down as he comes inside.
Yuuji is not horny enough not to realise what just happened, and shrieks, letting out as many unhappy pheromones as he can.
Sukuna yanks away as if scalded, and Yuuji would normally feel bad distressing a partner like that, but Sukuna just mated him, and they officially have bigger problems. It isn’t reciprocal, which is good, but, “What the fuck?!” Yuuji snaps, looking over his shoulder.
Forget-me not blue eyes stare back at him, red hair mussed across a sweaty brow. There’s blood on Sukuna’s lips, shiny on his teeth. Yuuji swallows thickly. It couldn’t be. What are the chances?
“What the fuck?” Sukuna asks, and his arms are too tight where they’re wrapped around Yuuji, the miserable aridity of his scent drying out Yuuji’s mouth. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He’s still inside Yuuji, even if he’s softening. At least he waited to cum before trying to make Yuuji his mate, so only their post-orgasmic haze is ruined.
“You can’t just mate me!” Yuuji says, trying to twist out of Sukuna’s grip.
Sukuna lets him go enough to turn over, his dick slipping out of Yuuji’s still sensitive body and distracting him. Yuuji’s dick throbs in time with the bite on his scent gland, and if Yuuji lets himself, he could absolutely go again.
They have a more pressing issue, however.
“I can’t - like fuck I can’t!” Sukuna snaps, pinning Yuuji down by his wrists. If it wasn’t for the way his pheromones, for what Yuuji can smell of them at least, are trying to soothe Yuuji’s apparent distress, Yuuji would be concerned. “You fucking promised me.”
The pieces click, and Yuuji stares up at Sukuna in abject horror, and can picture blue forget-me-nots woven in his hair. Grandpa hit them both with a rolled up newspaper when he found what they had done to his flowers.
Not to mention the grounding Yuuji got for kissing practice.
“I was ten! You were like… twelve!” Yuuji squeaks, his face burning scarlet.
He forgot Sukuna, but Sukuna sure as fuck didn’t forget him.
Sukuna scowls, as it seems like that clicks for him too, and he lays on Yuuji petulantly. Clingy.
“And then you forgot.” Sukuna finishes, his expression still irritated. “You promised you’d be my mate, brat, and then you forgot me?”
Yuuji winces, and looks away. “I didn’t forget – I wasn’t – Sukuna! We were kids! I moved away,” the explanation sounds reasonable to Yuuji.
Childhood sweethearts make those sorts of promises, and while it works out for some people, like Yuuta and Rika, Yuuji and his Gramps moved. He didn’t expect Sukuna to present as an alpha, or for them to ever meet again.
Sukuna stares at him, and then smiles slowly, and dangerously, forget-me-not eyes narrowing. “We have an obligation to keep our word, don’t we, Yuuji?” He asks.
No.
“You promised you’d be my mate,” Sukuna curls around Yuuji, and kisses the soft skin below his ear.
Yuuji’s dick, remembering the great time it just had, twitches between them.
“If you deny me now, aren’t you only considering what you want from me? I’ll be bound by my mark on your neck,” He presses kisses into Yuuji’s pulse, which is hammering wildly. “But if you don’t mark me back, I’m just a fucking stud you rode, hm?”
Yuuji’s head hurts.
“I can’t believe you’re bringing Kant into my bed. I hate this.” Yuuji complains, putting his face in his hands.
“I can’t fucking believe you forgot you promised to be my mate, so this is payback, brat.” Sukuna bites Yuuji’s throat and then soothes the sting with his tongue.
Yuuji is going to have so many fucking hickies. “I’m not going to be convinced to date you by Kant.” Yuuji doesn’t sound sure of that, even to himself.
“Treat each man as an end unto himself, not merely a means to your own.” Sukuna smiles.
“You can’t mark my work,” Yuuji tries, instead, feeling rapidly like he’s losing the moral high ground.
He knows Sukuna’s being a manipulative dick. The issue is that Yuuji agrees with Kant. He doesn’t want to be Sukuna’s mate, but the idea of having Sukuna still caring so much for Yuuji, literally over a decade after they made their promise is making Yuuji’s heart hurt.
It’s also making his dick happy, in a conceited way, so Yuuji’s ignoring that. Sukuna’s really unfairly hot, and now Yuuji knows he wears turtlenecks because he has tattoos up the back of his neck.
And really everywhere else, and they’re great.
Sukuna kisses under Yuuji’s chin, lowering his eyelashes submissively and Yuuji’s dick practically sings.
“I don’t mark your work, because I remembered who you are. Kento marks it.” Sukuna softly nuzzles under Yuuji’s chin, really playing up the submissive act now.
It’s awful for Yuuji’s heart to have this fucking menace, the bane of the past two months of Yuuji’s existence, being soft and sweet for Yuuji, even as an act. His pre-heat hormones are going crazy. “I’m not mating you.”
Sukuna scowls, and the worst part is, Yuuji can see the genuine hurt in his expression for a split second.
“You’re taking me on a date, and you’re being nice to me, understand?” Yuuji grabs Sukuna’s shoulders, and forces himself to make eye contact. “If I like dating you, I’ll think about it.”
Sukuna rumbles, and moves to cover Yuuji with his body, satisfied for now, and kisses his mouth.
It’s nowhere as sweet as those youthful kisses were. Yuuji sighs when Sukuna pulls away. “You’re not half as cute as you were.” Yuuji says.
Sukuna hums, and gloats obviously, “But you’ll be mine anyway.”
Yuuji sighs. This will be a disaster, but his friends are going to be pumped that his childhood romance managed to evolve into whatever the fuck this is, if only so they can keep making fun of Yuuji.
Yuuji might also be looking forward to seeing if Sukuna can still be cute sometimes.