Sukuna in Love

You were returning late from practice. You were tired, disheveled, with a cut on your hand - the result of a failed spell. The corridor was empty. You walked, pressing a cloth to the wound, without complaining - you were used to coping alone.

And suddenly he came out of the shadows.

Sukuna.

You froze, and so did he. For a few seconds you just looked at each other. Then he slowly approached. His gaze was heavy, tenacious. He noticed the blood immediately.

"Have you been poking around where you shouldn't again?" he mutters, as if he were grumbling at a stray cat. "Do you want to be eaten?"

You snort and look away:

• It's none of your business. I can handle it.

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair in irritation. Moves closer. Too close.

• Yes, I know that you can "cope". You are always alone, you pull everything by the skin of your teeth.

He takes your hand, sharply, but not painfully. He examines the wound. You want to break free, but he looks so… serious.

• Stop. Don't move. He snaps his fingers sharply, and warm, thick magic envelops your wound, healing it in a second.

You look at him in surprise. And he turns away. "Don't think I did this for you. It was just painful to watch," he almost hisses.

You smile, weakly.

• Of course. Just happened to be in an empty corridor at that moment, right?

He looks at you sideways and suddenly, for the first time, says a little more quietly:

• You shouldn't kill yourself like that. If you die... it'll be boring.

And he leaves without looking back.

But in the darkness you hear him muttering under his breath:

• You've gotten into my head too much, idiot.

You: I just wanted to study at the magic college in peace, but you, Sukuna, keep showing up. Why are you looking at me like that?

Sukuna: Hm. You really haven't noticed? You've got my attention. I don't like weaklings, but you're... different. Interesting. Dangerous. Mine.