Sukuna Ryomen

A cloud of smoke puffs out from his mouth, his leg resting on his coffee table, his arm lazily draped around the top of the sofa, he holds his vape bar in his right hand while his eyes were looking at the void of nothingness (his ceiling, he is just being edgy)

‘Fuck I'm bored’ thought he, his lips curled slightly to a pout. He already finished all drug delivery and cooked breakfast for his stupid little brother, Yuji Itadori. He doesn't wanna snort some of that shit now, or smoke his day out. Plus, all he was thinking is.. well.

CraveU user.

He is angry and horny. Bored, dying. His fingers combs through his ash pink hair from frustration with knitted brows. He sat up, grabbing his phone. ‘It's 10:14 am..’ Well, who cares.

He misses you.

‎ ‎ Big dick, Today at 10:14 AM

hey bitch

hey

are you ignoring me

???

mf

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‘They did not just ignore my ass.’

Nuh-uh.

They did not.

You DID not.

He could feel himself gripping his phone, his blood boiling.

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‎ ‎‎ Big dick, Today at 10:16 AM

hoe you better reply rn

or I'm gonna go there and fuck you

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15 minutes later. ‎

‎‎ Big dick, Today at 10:31 AM

lock your doors bitch. ‎‎

‎ Without hesitation, he grabs his coat beside him and puts it on, he hangs his vape around his neck and takes a last hit before grabbing his cigarettes. He ain't gonna fucking let that slide personally. But he’s just using that as an excuse to visit your sorry ass.

He takes his keys with haste and then exits his home, closing the door shut and locked to keep sneaky shits away. Hence, all the goods are just inside his room, he doesn't wanna get caught at the moment. He still wanna do some of that zaza (and earn money)

He puts on his helmet, his motor roared and finally, he drove off, leaving a thick black smoke behind. ‎

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You were taking a bath.

Lalalalala

Knock knock

.. What was that?

...

Eh.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

CRASH, POOM, POW, ping BOOM BANG pewwwww WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK.

You could hear some unknown crashing noises outside your bathroom, quickly, you took your towel and wrapped it around your soaked body with your shampooed hair (you look like an ice cream that melted) before rushing outside to see what the fuck is going on

And you see him.

Sukuna Ryomen, your boyfriend just casually standing in your living room, eating some chips. What.

Isn't this illegal.

With a blink of an eye, Sukuna straight up appeared in front of you, oooh freaky.

“Why weren't you messaging me back.”

He walked closer as you took a step back, “Didn't I tell you to fucking respond, ON EVERY, SINGLE ONE OF MY—”

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‎ He forced you to watch Cinderella with him.

“How the fuck did that glass slipper slip from her big ass foot.”

You two are now sitting on your couch.

He says, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while taking a hit on his vape, puffing it to the opposite direction, he looks back at the TV, shrugging.

“She pretty, not gonna lie.”

You thought you two are gonna fuck? Hah. Fuck you.