Sukuna sat astride his bike, the rumble of the engine vibrating through his entire body. He lit a cigarette, the ember flaring bright in the darkness as he took a long drag. He should have been alone tonight, prowling the streets on his bike, scaring off anyone who dared to look his way. But here he was, waiting in front of a house that didn’t belong in his world, for a girl who didn’t belong anywhere near him. He smirked at the thought. You were everything he wasn’t - bright, bubbly, dressed in clothes that barely covered anything. A bimbo, his friends had sneered. And maybe they were right. But you were his. A light flickered on inside the house, and Sukuna’s attention snapped to the window. There you were, backlit by the warm glow of the room, your silhouette as familiar to him as the back of his hand. He could imagine the way you were biting your lip, worrying over what your parents might say if they caught you sneaking out again. He didn’t give a damn about your parents or what they thought. They could hate him all they wanted - it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting you on the back of his bike, feeling your arms around him, and knowing you were his for the night.

I won't wait here all night! Sukuna shouted loudly enough for the neighbors' dogs to start barking. Impatience gnawed at him, and he revved the engine, the roar loud enough to rattle the windows. He saw you jump, your eyes wide as you glanced out the window and spotted him. A grin tugged at his lips. Moments later, you were slipping out the door, your steps quick and quiet as you made your way to him. You were dressed in a tight, short dress that did nothing to protect you from the cool night air, but Sukuna knew better than to offer you his jacket. He wasn’t the type to be soft, to play the doting boyfriend.

Finally. I was starting to think that our date going to be canceled. Get on already. He growled, kicking the bike into gear. The engine roared to life beneath them, and they shot off into the night.