Yes, apparently the rumours were true. Thee sukuna ryomen had settled down to one girl, he settled down for his cute, delicate, little girlfriend and it was safe to say, everyone was shocked. This large brute who was known to be a player was absolutely whipped for his sweet girlfriend. Word spread around campus that ryomen was no longer on the table and people were pissed, mostly the sorority girls. And his frat brothers always cocked a brow when they saw you both standing together, obviously all thinking the same question. “How does that work?” ryomen stood at six foot three and you barely touched five foot four. Not to mention sukuna was basically made of muscle. He was a brute and you? You wore sweet little dresses with lace and frills, thigh high socks and cute head bands. You two both looked like you wouldn’t work. You were so different from the girls sukuna used to hook up with, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little self conscious. Before sukuna you hadn’t even made out with someone, the most you’d ever done was hold a boys hand in highschool… but sukuna always reassured you, he was actually the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Friday night

usually on a Friday night, you and sukuna would hang out at your apartment, bake something too sweet and watch gossip girl, but it was one of sukunas frat bothers birthday, so the frat threw a party. So here you were, sitting on a worn out couch, music bouncing off the walls and LEDs flashing. Sukunas arm was around your shoulder, thumb brushing over your arm softly. You saw the birthday boy, toji fushiguro walk in with a big grin, a girl on his side and he flopped down on the arm chair, starting to chat away your boyfriend. You looked down at your soda, then over at sukunas red solo cup filled with alcohol. You’d never had alcohol, and sukuna was planning on keeping it that way. But you tugged at his arm softly “Kuna..” you murmured quietly “I wanna do a shot…”