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Service, Please!

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, GN!Reader (ft. Uraume)

➺ Word Count: 8.4k

➺ Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff

➺ Content: Modern/Non-Curse!AU, Chef!Sukuna, Server!Reader, Sukuna punches someone, swearing, food, a customer aggressively pulls on and yells at reader, kisses and hugs

➺ Proofreader: Thank you to @aceakari for proofreading this story! 🩵

➺ A/N: Live, laugh, malevolent kitchen 

➺ Synopsis: After graduating university, you’re hit with reality when you find that finding work was in fact, very hard. In an act of desperation, you take a job as the lone server for a restaurant owned by acclaimed chef Ryomen Sukuna. Unfortunately, the chef’s personality is not nearly as complimentary as his food is, and the pressure is on you to do your job perfectly. With the chef's distasteful personality in mind… Why do you still find yourself falling for him?!

You have no idea how you got here. 

Who are you kidding– you know exactly how you got to the point you’re at now. Yet, you keep yourself in denial with the hopes that it would somehow make you feel better about the situation you have yourself in.

You were never one for restaurant work, especially while you had a college degree. However, life had other plans for you after graduation when– after throwing your hat up– you came to the cold realization that finding work was hard. There were no open positions for jobs in your specialty near where you lived, and after a while, you had to come to two cold choices: move somewhere else, or wait it all out in the hopes that a job might come eventually. 

You didn’t want to move, but your savings were dwindling. You knew that no matter what, you would need to find a job if you wanted to stay alive. 

As your money supply got smaller and smaller, you very quickly swallowed your pride and began asking friends if they knew of any jobs, anything at all that you could do in order to get money while waiting for work. 

“I might have something for you,” said your friend Uraume, while taking a sip of their iced tea. Your eyes glimmer at their words, “Really?!” you spring up toward your white-haired friend, your reaction gaining the looks of various bystanders at the cafe. You didn’t care for social class at this point, though. You had been searching for jobs for months at this point; first looking for jobs in your specialty, then jobs even minimally adjacent to your field, and finally you decided to look for any job that could pay. Yet, even then, you were having no luck finding anyone who wanted to hire you. 

Uraume clears their throat. “Yes,” they continue, “I have a friend who owns a restaurant, and he’s looking for severs. If you would like…I could put in a word for you” You get even more excited. This was a complete score! 

“Oh yeah, the restaurant you bartend at sometimes right?” you settle back down into your seat, grinning ear-to-ear at the prospect of working with your friend. Uraume, however, breaks eye contact and stares at the table in silence.. You were curious at first, but you decided not to ask them about it, too busy basking in the joy of finally having a lead towards a job– even if it’s as a server at a restaurant. 

A job at the restaurant that Uraume bartends at…

Restaurant…

Wait. Do they mean that restaurant?!

Your eyes widen at your friend as you finally realize why Uraume was so hesitant to bring up the possible position. Meanwhile, Uraume looks back at you, noticing the change in your demeanor. 

“No…Nonononononono” you choke out in a half chuckle, but nothing was funny.

Uraume always weaved in comments about her friend owning a restaurant throughout your various conversations together. It was never the focus of the conversation, but when they did mention the topic, it always stuck out like a big yellow highlighter. 

Horror stories of scathing customer service reviews criticizing the kitchen’s foul behavior, servers in tears after getting fired, and the source of it all: Ryomen Sukuna, the complete beast of a chef running the entire operation. 

Think of Gordon Ramsey on steroids, then multiply that thought by ten, and even that wouldn’t compare to Ryomen Sukuna. At least… that’s what it seemed like every time Uraume talked about the man. It seemed the only thing that didn’t put people off from going there completely was the delicious food. You once joked with Uraume that the food must have been made out of rainbows and unicorn sparkles to keep people from eating there. The both of you laughed about it then, but now all of those awful stories felt real to you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh any longer. 

“He fired his entire staff,” Uraume blurted out, “So you have a high chance of getting hired.” You simply glared back at them… how could they say that like it was a benefit?! 

“It’s a lot of pressure, but–” 

“No” you abruptly stand from your seat in your desperation to reject your friend’s kind offer. Your entire body shakes, and you speak slowly, making sure to emphasize your words, “I’m sorry, Uraume… but I will never, ever, work for a someone like Ryomen Suku–” 

“Um– Excuse me!” you are cut off from your daydream by a group of young women, customers. Wait, how long have they been there? You don’t recall ever seating them. Regardless, you walk over to them. 

“Hello,” you breathe in, making sure to keep your best smile, “My name is–” 

“We’ve been waiting forever!” says one of the women, cutting you off, “What is wrong with the service here?” she condescends, as the other women around her nod their heads. 

“I apologize,” you continue forcing your smile, “However, I don’t recall ever seating you” 

“What are you talking about, we’ve been sitting here for ten whole minutes,” said the women, they’ve all grown very irritated now. 

How odd. You think. 

You don’t remember seating anyone in the past ten minutes.  

“Did you…did you not wait for anyone to seat you?” you ask. 

“Why would we? There was an empty table anyways” 

It was true. There was one empty table, but the noise pollution keeping you from fully hearing the women speak was enough to remind you that the rest of the tables were indeed not empty. You were the only server in the restaurant, and you tried your best to give yourself space to breathe between customers. Unfortunately, some customers didn’t get the memo. 

“Listen… I can’t serve you if you haven’t been officially seate–”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT DAMN SAUCE” 

You swiftly turn around toward the kitchen, and face toward the source of the sound himself. You could recognize that voice anywhere, especially after your weeks of working for him. 

Sukuna. 

The sound of the kitchen cuts past the noise of people talking. “What is wrong with this place?” you hear among the whispers of the women as they mumble to themselves. 

“Excuse me” you give them a light bow as you speed walk toward the kitchen. 

“Um– What the fuck?!” you hear one of them yell out in contempt as you hear their voices get drowned out in the crowd. 

You didn’t want to work for Sukuna’s restaurant, truly, you didn’t. However, with the combination of your money supply continuing to dwindle and Uraume’s offers slowly turning into pleas to get somebody willing to work for Sukuna, you folded and took the job. 

Your only glimmer of hope at the end of each day was the knowledge that this was only temporary. Yet, going online and applying for jobs had become daunting. With every application thrown into the pile, every follow-up email sent to the void, and every interview leading to nowhere, you were getting your ass beat over and over again. Weeks of such treatment was tiring, as if that wasn’t enough, having a job to keep you alive in the meantime proved to be little in terms of relief.  

Walking into the kitchen, you’re greeted by a clearly irritated Sukuna. His tall frame sped through every part of the kitchen as his eyes searched every corner for the sauce he so loudly announced that he was looking for. 

“Um…” you clear your throat, “You alright, Chef?” 

Upon hearing your voice, Sukuna quickly turned around to face you. Well… “face” is a strong word. His eyes continued to wander about, looking for the misplaced item. During your time working with Sukuna, you came to learn that Sukuna never truly made eye contact, as if that was a privilege reserved for those who had time on their hands. Sukuna always had something to do, something to look for, often leading to his eyes wandering.  

“Teriyaki sauce” he curtly replies, his black tattoos poking out from his chef’s coat as he scans the room, continuing to look for any semblance of the bottle. 

Teriyaki sauce.

Teriyaki sauce.

Shit. The teriyaki sauce. 

You vaguely remember lending the sauce to a table after they asked for some extra… but because you were too busy to pour them a sample yourself– because of demands for service from other tables– you gave them the entire bottle. 

“Uh…” you choke out, nervous. “I sort of…” 

“Do you know where it is?” Sukuna straightens his back, looking right at you this time as you trail off. You nod in response.

“Please find it and bring it to me” Sukuna calmly turns around and continues cooking, a sharp contrast to the man you witnessed just seconds before. 

“Yes, Chef!” You quickly bow out of the kitchen as you go searching for the sauce. You hear the occasional table calling for you, but you try your best to avoid eye contact with people until you finally, finally, find the item you were looking for. 

“Hi, are you done using this? I need to take this now–thank you!” 

“Wait actually–” 

You’re already out of ears length by the time they reach the middle of their sentence. You’ll deal with them later. What matters now is that you were able to get the bottle to Sukuna. 

“Thanks” Sukuna grabs the bottle from your shaky hand and turns around to keep cooking. You quickly catch your breath before you try to turn around to get back to the customers, who are certainly angry at this point. 

“Hey,” Sukuna suddenly begins to speak.

Shit. 

Are you going to get yelled at? 

Sukuna doesn’t look up from what he’s cooking, “There’s no need to run, it would be a hassle if you fell.” 

You sigh in relief that he didn’t seem irritated at your mistake. You nod quietly in response as you slowly make your way back toward the customers, following his instructions. 

Sukuna had a terrifying presence, with more in common with a mafia boss than a chef. The type of presence that puts immense pressure on you to make sure you do your job correctly. From the stories you heard from Uraume, you thought his personality would match this presence. Yet, surprisingly– Sukuna rarely yelled at people. Hell, he never even seemed bothered or angry about anything that you did. 

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he at one point did decide to yell at you, there were times when you probably deserved it. Outside of misplacing ingredients and carelessly handing them out to customers, there were also the multiple times you found that the doors throughout the restaurant have an awful habit of locking people in. A lesson you’ve learned time and time again after getting locked in the restaurant and frantically knocking on the door in the hopes that Sukuna, Uraume, or someone, lets you out.

Every time he realized you went missing, he went searching for you. When he found you (it wouldn’t be hard to, considering your tearful knocking), he would unlock the door and immediately go back to do his work without a word. With the ways Uraume described him, you assumed all these mistakes would boil up to you getting fired, or at least heavily berated by Sukuna. Still, much of Sukuna’s yelling was confined to the kitchen as his way of emotional release rather than toward specific people around him. 

However, you’d come to learn that there are exceptions to this, especially when it comes to customers.

You’re walking around the area, trying to catch up on serving your tables. You notice the empty table where the group of women once were and let out a sigh of relief. You know it’s wrong to be glad customers walked out on you, but regardless, you were glad you didn’t have to deal with them. Plus, with how busy you were, the restaurant wasn’t missing out on much. 

Most tables are patient. Sukuna’s little scene helped a lot with that. You meet the eyes of many pitiful strangers as they wonder what having such a hot headed boss is like. You notice getting tipped a little bit more by customers compared to the usual. You chuckle to yourself. Maybe Sukuna should yell in the kitchen more often.

“I’ve been waiting here all fuckin’ day!” a hand slaps itself on a table causing the entire restaurant to go silent.

…Most tables are patient. A few were fairly annoyed at the lack of service, which you understood. Only one– however– decided to fully take it out on you. 

“Who taught you how to serve?!” the man’s face contorts as he loudly berates you in front of the watching audience, an audience that included the wide eyes of the woman across from him. 

What an awful first date was your only thought.

“Hey, hey” the man snaps his fingers in front of your face like you were some kind of dog to him, “Not even fucking listening” he mumbles to himself out loud without shame. 

You slowly nod your head, simply accepting his words. He ought to tire himself out somehow with all his incessant yelling.

Yet, he kept going, for much longer than you expected him to. Going on and on about how stupid you were and how you “should be fired.” 

“Sir…I think you need to sit down” you say in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, your silence isn't working, so you finally decide to respond to him. However, your attempt sharply led to a shatter of a glass on the floor as he sweeps his dirty plates and cups off the table with his hand, too blinded by his red anger to feel any shame about the action. The restaurant was completely silent at this point, with nobody daring to make a peep of noise as they stared in horror at the two of you. 

“Don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do!” his face turns beet red “Like for fucks sake! Just because you’re a server, you think a lousy piece of shit like you can–” 

“Wanna repeat that for me” 

Everyone stops. 

You know that voice. 

It was the one that came from the kitchen not so long ago.

You turn around and face Sukuna, who’s walking towards you and the yelling customer. The sound of his heavy soles echo across the restaurant as you feel him approaching closer and closer. You notice some people are filming the encounter, while others awkwardly head for the restrooms. Sukuna stops in front of you and you quickly step aside, understanding what he wants from you. Taking a few more steps forward once you step out of sight, the tattooed man briefly tilts his head as he comes to face the man who caused all the ruckus in his restaurant.

The customer tries his best to clear the lump in his throat as he feels his self-confidence deplete. Although… no one could really blame him since anyone would be frozen in fear at having to stand face to face with Sukuna. Sukuna towers over the man. Sukuna’s large muscular physique creates a long shadow over the smaller man’s form, already covering his entire body without Sukuna having to move an inch.

“Never treat my staff in this way” Sukuna’s voice cuts sharp like a knife, with every word carrying weight. His eyes burn through the man’s skull, “I don’t care if you don’t pay, but I need you to leave, now.”  

Sukuna then turns around, a rather anticlimactic way for the situation to end. At least, that’s what you would’ve thought if the situation actually ended. 

“Of course I won’t pay!” the man yells from across the building, his voice still shaky with fear. As much as he tries to hide it, you notice his little half smile in faux confidence as he says “I-I’m leaving a bad review too…!” he lets out. 

Sukuna’s head doesn’t move, but his eyes look back at the man for a moment, before Sukuna decides to continue to walk back to the kitchen. Almost as if to scoff at the sheer belief that such words would be considered a threat to Sukuna of all people. 

“No one is ever going to come here!” 

This idiot just won't shut up, will he? 

You were long gone from the entire situation at this point, helping a few tables pay as they awkwardly shuffle out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, there were many people seated nearby to where the issue was taking place, and the table closest to the aggressive man stared at you wide-eyed, begging you to please let them leave. Carefully, you scurried over to the table to grab their check, hoping the angry customer wouldn’t notice you when you suddenly felt a hostile yank at the back of your clothing as you’re suddenly pulled by a not-so-invisible force. 

“And it’ll all be because of this stupid-ass serve–”  

WHACK

The first thing you hear is the resounding crack that rips through from bone meeting bone. The man suddenly lets go of you, causing you to fall forwards as you catch yourself on a table, stopping you from falling onto the floor. You can’t say the same of the perpetrator that grabbed you, and you watch the man on his knees, clutching onto his bloodstained face with a snarl. You’re a little disoriented by how fast everything happened, but with the traces of blood on Sukuna’s fist along with that dreadful sound, you could guess what went down.

How the hell did Sukuna even move that quickly? You think. A valid question, considering that Sukuna and that customer were basically on opposite ends of the restaurant before Sukuna decided to punch him. 

You hear the uncontrollable sobs of the man–who just seconds ago was oh-so-eager to criticize. In its place, you hear a repetition of his apologetic cries as he pathetically tried to inch away from Sukuna as the large tattooed man stepped closer and closer to him. Sukuna simply stands before the pitiful being, now crouched and shaking at Sukuna’s feet. 

“As I said,” Sukuna speaks again– with much more valor compared to the first warning– his burning red eyes sharp like lasers as Sukuna kneels down to meet the man at eye level, “I don’t care what problem you have, but leave my staff the fuck alone.” 

Police came into the restaurant after multiple calls from customers, and Sukuna was forced to close early. Thankfully, after multiple statements from people about the behavior of the man, the police were more lenient and left Sukuna with a warning. You also stay late at the restaurant, making sure to defend Sukuna as you spoke with the police. 

Finally, after speaking with Sukuna one more time, they drove away, leaving the two of you alone. 

You and Sukuna both sit at the bar of the restaurant, reflecting on the situation. Though, you wouldn’t exactly call what the two of you were doing sitting together, with multiple seats keeping an empty and spacious gap between the two of you. 

The silence is deafening, atleast to you. Sukuna seemed rather unbothered, simply resting his head at the palm of his hand as he stared off into space. 

You couldn’t help it though, you had to fill the silence, especially with what just happened. 

“I– I’m sorry, Chef” you choke out, tears threatening to build up in your eyes. Damn, this was embarrassing. You didn’t want to cry midway through your apology, but you knew you had to apologize as soon as possible. Even though you knew that the customer was clearly not in his right mind, you still felt that it was your fault for not de-escalating the situation well enough. A rush of what-if’s move through your mind. Maybe if you spoke to him differently, maybe if you were a little faster with all of your tables. Shit, maybe if you didn’t lose that stupid bottle of teriyaki sauce none of this would have happened at all. 

“Hm…? What for?” Sukuna acknowledges your presence at the counter for the first time, and he looks up from his palm toward you. You don’t look back at him though, and only stare at the wooden design of the bar in shame “Um…for causing this whole situation. I promise next time I’ll do bette–” 

“Fuck off with that,” Sukuna lets out an unappreciative grunt as he dismisses your apology. You simply look back at him, your eyes filled with confusion.

“Do whatever you want,” Sukuna gets up from his chair, “Next time an asshole like that sits in my restaurant, tell him to fuck off.” 

You simply nod at his words, not knowing what to say as Sukuna heads toward the kitchen. “Go home now, you need to be here early tomorrow” he says, his footsteps getting further and further away. 

“And by the way,” his words burn like fire as he commands you. 

“I hate being called ‘chef’. Call me by my name.”

You simply nod, and look down at your phone as you realize how late it was. 

Shit. 

You did need to be up early tomorrow. You leave toward the exit of the restaurant, the jingle of the welcome bell serving as the final goodbye of your shift.

After that fateful day, things slowly begin going back to normal at the restaurant. You get the hang of serving people, and are eventually able to keep a decent pattern with all your customers. 

Your relationship with Sukuna also began to improve. For some reason, seeing Sukuna punch someone in the face made him less scary as a boss. Maybe it was the knowledge that he did it for you that really made it less intimidating, or maybe it was all of Sukuna’s little quirks, like Sukuna’s affinity for laughing about anything and everything, which brought about a curious charm around him that helped you enjoy his company. 

“What are you doing?” Sukuna asks, as you are sneakily hunched over some food from the restaurant. Your lunch. 

“Uh…eating?” you laugh as you reply, pretending Sukuna doesn’t see exactly what you’re doing. You got caught. You know you got caught. Though– in fairness, you didn’t do well enough to hide it. 

“That food’s for table 27” Sukuna coldly replies, “If you wanted to eat, you could have told me and I would’ve made two,” he scratches the back of his head as he says that, slightly irritated at having to make another meal. 

“No need!” you stand up, “Actually uh– I’m table 27… I ordered this”

Sukuna just stares at you, seemingly confused at what the hell you were saying. What did you say that was wrong? You probably shouldn’t have ordered as a customer. Still, it’s not like there was anyone at table 27, and you’re nothing more than a regular customer off the clock. 

“You… you pay for your food?” Sukuna says blankly. 

“Um…yes?” 

Sukuna laughs. Then he laughs some more. Eventually, he’s full-on belly laughing in front of you and your meal. “Why the hell would you do that?” he says over his laughter. You’re still as confused as ever, confused at what the hell he’s talking about. 

“Get a refund,” Sukuna chuckles, “I’m not so shitty of a boss that you need to pay for your lunch here.” 

“No– It’s really fine! I’m okay paying, I shouldn’t get stuff for free…” you say. 

“Free my ass, you fuckin’ work here!” Sukuna says it like you were always allowed to ask him to make you food, and almost like you were stupid not to.

“Exactly! I can’t make you cook food for me for free!” 

You had lost your appetite at this point, too lost in your “argument” with Sukuna, where you continue to insist on paying for your meal. The both of you continue bickering until you hear the all too familiar ring of the welcome bell, greeting a new customer. With you on your lunch, it was Sukuna’s job to serve them. Thankfully, the restaurant was fairly empty, which is what allowed Sukuna the opportunity to mess around with you in between serving and cooking in the first place.

“Fine,” Sukuna huffs, turning toward the customers, “I’ll leave you to it then.” 

That was easy, you thought… too easy. 

You were right. Since that day, Sukuna has made the same “mistake” of cooking exactly one more meal that he meant to. “Oh man, guess you need to take it,” he would say, with a pleased smile plastered on his face. 

Mistake my ass, you thought. You know a man as careful and calculated as Sukuna would never make this mistake, let alone for multiple days in a row. “I know what you’re doing” you glare at him, though it did nothing to phase him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he laughs, “You should take this though, or else it will go in the trash.” 

Of course, you always folded and took the food. Despite all your best efforts, Sukuna got his way in the end. Plus, Sukuna’s food was delicious. You would be an idiot to not accept it. You made sure to “pay” him with compliments toward his food, and he heartily accepted the strokes to his ego as worthwhile payment. 

In the back of your mind, you know there was no tangible difference between how he made the food for you versus literally anyone else. Still… something inside of you felt your heart jump inside of your ribcage as you thought about Sukuna making lunch every day for you. Not some faceless customer, you. As juvenile as it was, you enjoyed feeling special, and the most possessive parts of you liked having something only between you and Sukuna, however small the action. 

As afternoon moves to night, you’re closing up the restaurant when Sukuna calls for you from the kitchen. This is odd to you, as Sukuna didn’t usually call for a meeting after work unless it was payday. On the contrary, Sukuna urged you to leave as soon as possible, “Unless you’re getting paid for it, get the fuck out of here,” he would say. You know it’s his way of trying to avoid overworking you, but you do admit that the tone of his message could be slightly improved.  

Walking into the kitchen, your eyes are nearly blinded by the delicate array of desserts decorating the workbench where Sukuna did his magic. Every dessert you could think of was in front of you: mochi, tiramisu, swiss rolls. Yet, the one dessert that caught your eye first was the glistening and reflective raindrop cake poised at the center of the table. 

Glazed in syrup for flavor, the dessert is a simple one, resembling that of a single drop of rain. You eye the beautiful pastry, and simply sit in awe as how beautiful it was– how beautiful it all was. It’s almost contradictory how such amazing desserts were made by a man with a presence like Sukuna, but there is no doubt about it. Sukuna’s skilled hands are the only ones that could have made masterpieces such as these ones. 

“I’m making a dessert menu,” Sukuna says with a boyish grin on his face, clearly pleased by your reaction. “I need someone to taste test and you’re already here” he crosses his arms.

“Haven’t I had enough food from you?” you joke, and Sukuna laughs in response. Still, he walks toward you and picks up the raindrop cake from the table, “C’mon…” he says, “You want some or not?” He phrases his words like they’re a question, but he already knows the answer. 

Sukuna was not a man with feelings. Or at the very least, that’s what he tries to tell himself whenever he’s faced with some. Sukuna had grown accustomed to shoving his feelings down. Yes, the culinary and restaurant industry was a tough one, and you couldn’t afford to have feelings in such establishments. Still, Sukuna had already possessed the skill of being stoic long before entering the beast that is the professional kitchen. One could argue that Sukuna was a master at feeling nothing at all times, a skill only rivaled by his expert cooking. 

So why?

Why is his heart beating so stupidly fast while he’s watching you eat? 

Is he nervous about you trying his food? No, that’s not it. His food is damn good and he knows it, you tell him so every day. You’re going to love every stupid dish he puts in front of you. This dessert menu is more than finalized, and he already printed the new menus. He never needed anyone to taste his food at all. 

Even so, he wanted you to try his food. He wanted you to tell him how much you loved it. Call it an ego trip, if you will. No… it was more than that. He wants you to like him. 

He has no idea why. Sukuna had no care in the world about what his previous employees thought of him. He’s a shitty boss and he knows it. It’s not that he changed either, he fired his entire staff of servers after they made a fraction of the mistakes that you’ve made with no hesitation. He couldn’t afford to waste time babysitting, he would say. 

Yet, here he is. Cooking lunch for you every day, spending half of his day making all the desserts in his dessert menu just so you could have a taste, unlocking the rooms you still somehow trap yourself in. Hell, punching idiot customers in the face, something he wouldn’t dream of doing had you been anyone, anyone else. 

It must be because you’re friends with Uraume. Damn it, he knew it was a mistake to hire someone Uraume was close to. Look where nepotism gets you, Sukuna thinks to himself. That must’ve been Uraume’s strategy to not get servers fired. He knows he’d never hear the end of it if he did fire you. Yeah…that’s what it is… that’s why he feels so weird about you. 

Sitting at one of the many tables in the empty restaurant, you have a giant smile on your face as you try each dessert. Showering him with compliments of how “delicious!” it all is, and how amazing everything he makes is. Things he’s used to, but it feels off coming from you. Different. He finds himself wanting more and more of your sweet words. 

And damn. You look so good. Did you always look so good?

Wait, who thought that?

“Um…Sukuna…?” you say as you wipe your mouth. You’ve noticed Sukuna staring at you silently throughout your meal. You assume it’s because he wants to make sure he takes in every word you say, but it was getting out of hand at this point, with his eyes intense as they stared into your very soul. 

Sukuna clears his throat, snapping out of his daydream. “Shit– I mean– Yes?” His face is red as a tomato from embarrassment. Though from the outside, there was seemingly nothing to be embarrassed about. 

“Are you okay…?” you ask him, concerned now. “I’ll get you wate–” 

“No” Sukuna stands up from the table, his hand out to stop you from getting up with him. He clears his throat again. “You should leave…” he says, “It isn’t fair to keep you here so late after closing.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. You acknowledged his concerns, but you were having a good time with Sukuna. In truth, you didn’t want it to end. “I’m pretty sure there’s still more desserts I haven’t tried…” you comment.

“No. That was all,” was all Sukuna said as he walked back to the oh so familiar kitchen. “Goodbye” he says, still red in the face as the kitchen doors close on him, keeping him out of your sight. 

“Oh…okay…” you say quietly to yourself, but there was no one there to hear you. Just you, now alone in the empty dining area. 

To say that things have been odd since that day would be an understatement. 

It seemed like all the progress made in terms of your relationship with Sukuna was for naught. Sukuna grew short with you, akin to a robot spurting out orders. 

“Bring this to Table 20.” 

“I need to know what side dish they want.” 

“A couple just walked in. Go ahead and take their order.” 

It feels wrong to feel hurt. After all, Sukuna was acting like a normal boss, so it wasn’t like he was doing anything awful. Still, you considered Sukuna a friend, and you assumed he felt the same. Things only changed after that day, where he abruptly left in the middle of you trying his desserts. 

You try to convince yourself that it’s outside factors that have him stressed, and your conversations with Uraume only serve to solidify that belief. 

“As if he wasn’t overworked enough with the regular menu, why not add desserts into the mix?” Uraume says to themself sarcastically as they wipe up cups in the bar. You look at them and ask what they mean, “You haven’t noticed?” they chuckle, “He’s a master of his craft, dare I say the best at it,” they pause to look at you, “But he keeps trying to reach higher, like the world is going to swallow him whole if he doesn’t.” 

You hum in understanding. You did notice Sukuna’s habit of overexerting himself. Being the only cook at his restaurant and working from opening to closing is one thing, but when you and Uraume aren’t there, Sukuna’s making drinks, taking orders, and somehow making sure the restaurant doesn’t fall apart in the process. To be fair, it is his fault for firing the entirety of his staff, but that’s just who Sukuna is. A perfectionist at heart, Sukuna expects a lot not just from everyone around him, but himself. It stands to reason that the only person who could handle being Sukuna’s boss is himself. 

“I’ll be leaving now,” says Uraume as they exit out the door. “See you later,” they wave, and you wave back. You should be getting home as well, you think to yourself. That was, until you heard Sukuna’s voice calling for you, a sound you haven’t heard in a long time, and one you didn’t realize you’d missed until you finally heard it again. 

“There’s boxes of graham crackers I need for one of the desserts in the storage closet,” it was about work again. “Since you’re here I’m wondering if you could help bring some of them to the kitchen with me.” A small part of you is disappointed that it wasn’t for anything else. Still, you can’t complain too hard. This was your job, and Sukuna is your boss. That’s all there had to be to it. Sukuna doesn’t look you in the eye when he talks to you. It’s ironic, why a man like him is so damn scared of making eye contact with you. 

Anyways, why was he even asking you? Sukuna was more than capable of bringing the boxes of ingredients himself. The proof? He did it every damn day, and graham crackers are not the heaviest or most abundant ingredients that he brings into the kitchen every day. He’s bullshitting you. Once again, he’s bullshitting you. The only problem is why. 

You follow closely behind him as he walks to the storage closet. It’s a fairly small space, especially with the large shelves lined full of various ingredients. Still, you and Sukuna are both able to fit comfortably inside. He walks in and you follow suit. You aren’t paying attention, when you hear the familiar click of the door lock. 

You’re convinced you could hear Sukuna’s heart stop when he hears the oh so familiar sound. At first, the two of you simply look at each other, wide eyed as you take in the situation you both find yourself in. 

You slowly turn around and wrap your hand around the door handle, as if that would change the situation you find yourself in. You try the door, and as expected, it refuses to open at your command.

Damn it. 

While you’re still taking the time to quietly freak out, Sukuna is already a step ahead of you, and takes his phone out to call Uraume. The phone vibrates in Sukuna’s hand as the both of you await Uraume’s answer. Neither of you have said a word to one another at this point, and the silence was tense. 

Uraume answers. You aren’t able to hear their side of the phone, only hearing the faint murmurs of their voice as Sukuna explains the situation. You are able to hear Uraume’s laughs from Sukuna’s phone, something Sukuna grunts at. The rest of the conversation is purely filled with mumbles of “mhm” and “okay” from Sukuna. Finally, Sukuna ends the call with a sigh as he puts the phone back in his pocket. 

“Uraume already started driving away, but they should be here in fifteen minutes,” he said. You nod, but your heart hands heavy with guilt for once again making things more than inconvenient. 

“I’m sorr–” 

“It’s fine” Sukuna leans over the wall, the area not spacious enough for him to crouch down. You aren’t sure what it is, but something about the air between the two of you feels different, maybe it’s from how close the two of you are. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears, and it’s beating fast. At first you thought it was from the adrenaline of being locked in, but you’re all too aware of how much faster it’s beating every time your eyes meet Sukuna’s. 

One important thing to know is that Sukuna did his best to avoid the front of the house unless necessary, and it was a damn shame he did, because Sukuna was so good looking. With his muscular frame covered in tattoos peeking out of his chef's coat as his expert hands put careful attention to each and every dish. You always thought he looked gorgeous, but seeing him so close up like this made it all the more obvious. You notice Sukuna swiftly looking away every time he notices your eyes locking, his face beat red as he looks away from you. How cute, you thought.

Sukuna’s face was always turning red recently, a trait you frankly found adorable. You didn’t notice it much before, you only began to really notice it that day when you were trying out treats. 

The day before he started avoiding you. 

It would be funny if you knew the reason why he’s been acting so weird. It’s stupid if you really think about it, like come on! He was acting like a schoolboy with a crush. 

Wait. A crush… 

Your eyes widen in realization. No. There’s no way. If he wasn’t so close to you right now, you would laugh out loud at the thought. There’s no way. He can’t. It’s absurd, if anything. So absurd, that you would have to be on something to even consider the thought. 

“What’s wrong?” Sukuna speaks softly, “Scared?” Shit. He noticed you freaking out, Sukuna was always acutely aware of his surroundings. Plus, you’re a mere five inches away from the guy. 

“It’ll be alright,” Sukuna sighs out, “I promise.” 

“Sukuna, do you like me” 

What. 

“What?” 

“Uh– As a person! I mean,” you try to backtrack from the fact that you just blurted out your inner thoughts. “I mean, I’m always making stupid mistakes like this one. You must be sick of me” you laugh, as if to ease the blow of your self-deprecation. 

“Of course I like you,” Sukuna finally meets your eyes, his words filled with authenticity and a gentle tenderness. There’s a slight crack in his voice, the one that people make to show their vulnerability, as if he was hurt by the prospect of him not liking you. Was that how you saw him, someone who disliked you? 

Sukuna liked you alright, Sukuna liked you so much. He liked you so much it began to hurt. He hated how it felt, but he also wanted more of it. Wanted more of you. It was a feeling he never felt before, but he wanted to keep the rush going. 

“Sukuna…?” It's your turn to look at him with concern this time. What’s going on is the only thing that pops up in your head. 

Sukuna looks away again, but you stop him, your hands meet the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you. “Stop looking away from me, damn it.” 

Where the fuck did you get all this confidence? You think to yourself. The truth is that you were hardly even thinking at this point. Simply running on your need for something, anything from him. 

Sukuna’s face is warm, his heat transferring to your palms. You can’t help yourself but to slowly caress his face along your fingers, sinking deeper and deeper into his warmth. Feeling as his breathing slowly gets faster. 

“Is this okay?” you ask him, as you slowly step closer to him. 

“I–” he’s speechless, but he nods his head regardless in approval, as he leans into your touch.

You’re so close to each other now, as you step closer and closer to one another. Sukuna wraps his muscular arms around your body, almost like he’s afraid of you getting away. The two of you fully lean into one another, taking your time with the feeling.

He smells so good. You think as you get closer and closer to him. “What do you want, Sukuna” Your faces are a mere inch away from each other now, and the two of you are about to close the gap when Sukuna says “I want… I want yo—“

Click 

The door unlocks, and Uraume walks in “I’m sorry I took so lon—“ 

You can’t tell who’s more horrified by the scene. Sukuna and you are still wrapped around one another, frozen at the sight of Uraume, the poor witness to the little scene you both put on. 

Surprisingly, Uraume doesn’t comment on what they see. Instead, they carefully kick a loaded box to the door to keep it open. “We need to invest in some door stoppers” they say out loud to themself as they leave. Leaving you and Sukuna awkwardly holding one another. 

The two of you awkwardly push each other away, the open door seemingly letting all the tension out. “I… need to go home,” you laugh, trying your best to act normal, like the last five minutes didn’t happen. 

“Wait, I–” 

“Bye, Sukuna!” 

You rush out the door, the ring of the bell closely following behind you. That damn bell. Sukuna doesn’t get emotional about many things, so who knew that the jingle of that stupid bell would be enough to make Sukuna’s heart drop.  

The rest of that night is a blur. You vaguely recall Sukuna trying to chase after you outside the restaurant. Still, you somehow were able to get home safely despite your heart beating out of your chest and your vision being a blur as you drove. 

You’re not sure why the first thing you did when you got home was open your laptop. Force of habit, perhaps? You often made sure to check your email for updates on work, only to be met with the cold reality of disappointment when your inbox came up empty. 

The light of the screen stands is the only light source in your dark room– you didn’t even turn the lights on when you got home. 

That’s when you saw it. 

You couldn’t believe it at first. 

Your strained eyes reflect the bright screen as you see the words you’ve been searching for months for. 

 Congratulations! We look forward to having you. 

A job. One in your field. 

You finally did it. 

For a single second, your body is hit with a beam of joy as you laugh in relief (the only thing you had the energy to do). 

Yet, a cold washes over you as the thought of Sukuna crosses your mind. You slowly get up from your spot as you think carefully about what you need to do. You’ll need to face Sukuna eventually. Not only about quitting, but also about what happened in that closet. 

The restaurant was closed most Tuesdays, but you knew that Sukuna was in the kitchen despite that, doing the more “boring” parts of running a business. You entered the restaurant through the back of the building using a key that Sukuna gave you when he hired you. 

You are surprised when Sukuna is nowhere to be found in the kitchen, closet, or at any of the tables. You are about to question if Sukuna took a day off when you hear the soft shuffling of papers coming from behind the closed door in Sukuna’s office. 

Right. 

Sukuna rarely spent time in his office whenever you were around, to the point that you had forgotten that the room even existed. You slowly walk up to the door and give it a soft knock. You hear a gruff “hm?” coming from Sukuna and a soft pause to make sure there was someone actually there. You don’t blame him, there isn’t technically supposed to be anyone at the restaurant right now. “It’s me” you say toward the door. You might be imagining it, but it seems that the moment Sukuna heard your voice he nearly jumped out of his chair and opened the door. 

Finally, you’re met with his face once again. Well– actually, you’re met with much more than that. Sukuna was in a regular T-shirt and sweatpants, a normal outfit for a Tuesday afternoon. Still– it felt odd to not see him in his chef’s coat. Your eyes trace his body, you knew Sukuna had tattoos, but you were never able to get a good look at the sheer amount of them– only getting small glimpses for when they happen to peek out from under his coat. 

Sukuna clears his throat, and you snap out of your stare. Right. For a moment you forget what you even came to see him for, with things continuing to be awkward between the two of you since the day before. For a few seconds the two of you simply stare in silence at one another, almost forgetting to breathe. 

“Look…” Sukuna finally breaks the silence. 

Almost like the breaking of the flood gates, Sukuna suddenly begins to ramble about the restaurant and you, and all about his feelings. He had clearly never done such a thing before, his eyes saying as much from how wide they are– almost like he’s shocked at what he’s saying. The rambling is mostly incoherent, but you can make out the gist of it– Sukuna wants to be with you. 

“Sukuna I quit” you cut him off. 

This sends Sukuna back as he’s hit with a wave of emotions that he’s never felt before. From confusion, to sadness, to fear, it seemed to Sukuna that he felt everything crash down on him all at once. 

His throat is dry, and he can only muster to say a single word. “...Why?” he says, his voice cracking as he tries to stuff down all these new emotions down his throat. 

“Why?” isn’t the question he really wants the answer to though. The real question that he wants to ask is “Is it because of me?” or more specifically, “Is this about what happened last night?”

You know this, so you swiftly explain yourself, “I… got a job”. 

Your work for him was always going to be a temporary arrangement, the both of you knew that. This day was always going to come eventually, it was just a stroke of bad luck that it happened a single day after the two of you essentially confessed your feelings for one another.

Sukuna just nods, thinking for a little while, before he takes a single step toward you. You resist the urge to step back in response, every single nerve in your body setting an alarm to get away from the giant before you. Still, you force your feet to stay in place, curious of what he’s going to do. 

He reaches his hand toward your face, and caresses it softly, the same way you did to him. “Can’t convince you to stay, huh?” He says the words like they’re a question, but he knows the answer. You nod anyway, looking up at him. 

“That’s fine,” he says faintly, almost like a whisper, as he brings his face closer to yours. You hum in response as you bring your lips towards his, as you both finally kiss. 

You hold yourself in place by placing your arms around his neck as your lips intertwine. Sukuna’s entire body is warm, his heat enveloping you as he wraps his arms all around your body, making sure you can’t run away again. 

“Why did you decide to be a chef anyways, Sukuna?” 

“I like food” Sukuna says against your ear as he stands behind you, guiding your hands as you both cut the ingredients for your lunch. “I needed a reason to make a lot of it,” he chuckles. 

“You know, you’d probably enjoy it a lot more if you didn’t fire your staff for every mistake they make,” you joke as Sukuna heats up the stove, carefully bringing each of the ingredients you both oh so diligently prepared together. 

Sukuna laughs in response, a laugh you swear you’ll never get tired of hearing as he says “Sure, just because you say so,” he grins as you hug him from behind, watching as he cooks. For once, Sukuna isn’t stressed about time, or missing items, or doing multiple things at once. He’s only consumed by the thoughts of you around him and spending time with him, sitting in the present with you and not worrying about anything else. 

Yes…he could get used to this. 

Sukuna places the finished meal in front of you as you both take a seat in the empty restaurant once again. It’s not as perfect as the dishes that Sukuna makes on his own (with your less skilled hands showing their case), but it was made by the both of you together, making it the perfect meal by both of your standards. 

“You know, most people don’t eat where they work for a first date,” you chuckle as you take your first bite. 

“Hah! As if there’s any place better than this”

A/N: Like Sukuna? You'll love this story!

Taglist: @emmyrosee @lillysgotgyatt @aceakari

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To be a Proper Wife

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, Fem!Reader

➺ Word Count: 3.2k

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Playlist: ft. Eve, Laufey, Sabrina Carpenter, and more!

➺ Content: Mentions of blood, internalized misogyny/misogynistic advice, it’s implied that Sukuna kills people, small housefire

➺ Proofreaders: Thank you to @aceakari and @lillysgotgyatt for proofreading this story! It couldn't have turned out as well if not thanks to them. 🥹

➺ A/N: BELIEVERS WILL SAY I NEVER LEFT 🗣️

➺ Synopsis: You are the King of Curses' bride-to-be, the both of you choosing each other to be one another's companions. Still, you feel unprepared for the role that you are stepping into. Luckily, you find a book in the library made to save lost women such as yourself! Sure, some of the advice is quite odd and unlike you, but really, what's the worst that could happen?

The powerful King of Curses, otherwise known as Ryomen Sukuna. An all-powerful being who could pillage villages in seconds and would not hesitate to destroy anyone who gets in his way. Surely… a being as strong as him would deserve a partner of equal value by his side. 

Yet, he has chosen you as his betrothed… 

One would assume that having the great Sukuna as a fiancé would be different, for better or worse. Yet, nothing about your relationship had been anything greatly out of the ordinary. Sure, you see more blood than one usually would see on their beloved, and the feeling of Sukuna’s overwhelming presence behind you would be described by others as something out of horror tales. However, outside of his little quirks, Sukuna is a good partner, cooking meals for both of you and cleaning up for himself around the estate. 

And that’s exactly the problem. 

You’ve heard the whispers from all the townswomen as you walked the streets, the ways they spoke about all about the meals they cooked for their husbands, how they spent all their time cleaning around their estates, all while making sure they tended to their children. Hearing their words, you only had one singular thought in your mind. 

How could you? You with the gall to call yourself the future wife of the King of Curses, without the skills to even prepare meals for him? Let alone taking care of your future children. You dare to be by his side. 

You should learn more, you must learn more. 

So, on your next visit to your town’s local library, you find yourself scouring the shelves for something that might help. 

Almost like it was meant to be, you found it, and you are overjoyed when you find a book that catches your eye. 

How to be a Proper Wife: Tips and Tricks! 

As you scoured the cover of the book, you noticed its thickness. A book of this size must be full of advice for women such as yourself. You smile, realizing you aren’t alone in having to improve your skills. As you look over the cover, your eyes land on some particular words highlighting the corner: 

“Over one million copies sold, saving women everywhere!” 

It was perfect! You were fully convinced to check it out from the library. Walking through town, you joyously open the book before even getting home, and you find yourself face-to-face with your first piece of advice. 

Tip #1: Greet him as he comes home. 

That was easy, greeting Sukuna as he came home for the day was something that was already part of both of your daily routines. You smile, perhaps you weren’t such a bad lover after all. 

Tip #1.1: Make sure to walk like a proper lady!

Turns out, greeting your future husband as he came home included a lot more steps than you had realized you had to do. 

You pace back and forth down the hallway. Making sure to walk “elegantly” as the book stated. While doing so, you make sure to continue following another tip in the book. 

Tip #1.2: Practice your facial expressions when you greet him! 

You try to capture the feeling of an elegant smile. While it felt awkward at first, after a few minutes, you finally felt yourself slowly coming together. With every single step and each gentle smile you practiced, you felt it.

You were becoming proper. 

You continue with your practice through the dawn, and eventually, you hear Sukuna’s footsteps by the doorway. Your legs and face were sore at this point, but this was your moment, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste by messing it up. You take a deep breath in and make sure to walk elegantly through the wood floors of your home to greet him, just as you practiced. 

You walk to him, and as you face him you remember to flip your hair a few times as the book advised, hoping he’d notice. 

He does, Sukuna notices everything about you, after all. 

You eye his facial features, he’s visibly tired, all four of his eyes lined with dark circles. How ironic, you think to yourself, for a man as monstrous as him, to have such human eyes. To know that even someone as powerful as he can also feel the weight of exhaustion that lines all people. You know he notices everything about you, but what you don’t realize about yourself is that you too, notice every detail about him. While you don’t notice this fact about yourself, he is all too aware.

You give him your best smile and bow “Hello, Sukuna”, you say. 

“Hello…” he says, pretending not to notice the change in your demeanor. It’s not obvious, but he feels something. Something is off about you, you’ve changed. Still, it doesn’t seem inherently negative, so he brushes it aside. 

“How was your day?” you ask. A genuine question, one that you ask every day. Sukuna brushes off his suspicions, and answers your question with the same answer he always gives, “tiring”. He gives no elaboration, but you eye his body for clues, noticing the red splashes of blood throughout his figure. Your eyes widen when you realize that some of the blood is fresh, spilling out from a wound on his chest. 

“W-what happened!?” you rush toward him to touch the wound, but Sukuna doesn’t wince. You’ve broken character, but you didn’t have half the mind to care at this point. Sukuna just shrugs his shoulders, “Idiot sorcerer started a fight.” 

“Are you okay…” 

“Of course I am,” he says, turning to walk past you, his heavy footsteps echoing across your home. Now behind you, you aren’t able to see his face. Still, you feel his grin as you hear him say the words, “I won, after all.” 

“I will make us tea.”

Your eyes widen as he says those words. As you hear him walk away toward the kitchen, you remember another tip in the book, highlighted as one of the most important. 

Tip #4: Have tea ready every night.

You knew it, having Sukuna make tea each night was a mistake. You had to undo this mishap. 

“Um– actually! I want to make tea today” you blurted out as you rushed in front of him, blocking his path.

“Hm? Whatever for?” Sukuna looks behind him to look you in the eye. He was used to making tea for the two of you when he came home, so this was another on the list of your odd changes. 

You look down on the floor as you try to think up some reasoning for the sudden change “J-just…I’d like to relieve your burden today!”

Sukuna just looks down at you, visibly skeptical of your words. You are lying. Or, at the very least, not telling him the full truth of whatever is going on with you. Still, he doesn’t sense any malicious intent behind your actions, so he allows your generosity, just this once. 

“If you insist,” he lets out a soft hum, “I will take a bath”. He turns around to walk in the opposite direction, as you get giddy inside at his agreement. “Oh– Thank you, Lord Sukuna! I won’t let you down!”

“Mhm,” you hear in the distance. He seemed hesitant to let you fix him a drink, but at least you were able to convince him in the end. You skip to the kitchen, optimistic about the opportunity to serve him well. 

You walk into the kitchen and begin to fix Sukuna's tea. Making sure to precisely measure out everything you need. You had to ensure that the tea was as perfect as it could be. 

As you are preparing the pot and cups, you feel Sukuna’s presence behind you as he enters the dining room from his bath. 

“Mmm,” he hums as he sits down across from you, water still dripping from his hair down to his chest as he happily accepts the tea you set before him. 

However, as he reaches for the teapot, you quickly grab it ahead of him as you remember the book.

Tip #4.1: A woman MUST pour for her husband! With no exceptions. 

You completely forgot that tip until the last minute, leading to the awkward conundrum you’re now in. 

Sukuna is staring daggers at you, and if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he would be out to kill you at this moment. There were no ifs and buts about it, you had completely messed up. You idiot, you think to yourself. This was one of the earliest tips in the book. How could you expect to achieve all of the lessons if you couldn’t do something as simple as this? 

Part of you wanted to give up, to run away in shame knowing you’d never live up to the expectations of being the King of Curses’ right hand, but you know Sukuna would eventually find you and bring you back, regardless of how little you deserved it. You had to suck it up and keep going, you have no choice but to. You couldn’t give up, you don’t deserve to give up. 

As you are consumed with your negative self-talk, you hear Sukuna finally speak out loud, his gruff voice hitting your ears “What the hell has gotten into you?”. There’s no anger in his tone, only concern over your odd behavior throughout the day. 

“L- Let me pour!” is all you say as you scoot over toward him and his cup. 

You really aren’t going to tell him what’s going on. Once again, he lets it go for now, and simply lets out a soft grumble as he leans back, allowing you to go on and pour as you wish. 

Tip #4.2: Remember to pour like a proper woman! Nice and slow. 

You breathe in, calming your nerves as you slowly pour out the tea from the pot. 

You feel his irritated eyes burn in the back of your head, yet you continue to pour out the tea at the agonizingly slow pace you’re in. You must stick with the teachings, especially at this moment, where you need to undo the mistakes of your past, both the one you just made, and the ones you’ve dared to make before. Sukuna will thank you later when you can master being a proper wife, fit to be alongside him. 

As you finish pouring his tea, he lets out a soft sigh and picks up his teacup. You stay next to him, eyeing his reaction to the tea, hoping he’ll like it. You know you have so much more to learn, but selfishly, you still hope your current skills are worthwhile for now. Sukuna takes a long sip from the scalding hot tea, the boiling heat hardly affecting him. 

Even while just drinking tea, you thought, Sukuna was surely the most magnificent and serene man you’ve laid your eyes upon. His hair was still wet from his bath, little droplets dripping out of his frazzled hair into his bare tattooed chest. Yes, he is a truly beautiful man, one you are happy to one day call your husband, and you hope that one day, he will be able to call you his wife with pride. 

To have that, however, you must learn the ins and outs of being the kind of wife a husband would want. 

Sukuna notices you eyeing him as he drinks, “It’s good,” he says as he temporarily releases the teacup from his lips, “You should have some,” he urges you, his four eyes looking toward your still-empty cup. 

Your heart almost pounds out of your chest at the praise “Oh… yes, Sukuna! I will!” You smile as you move back to your side and sit cross-legged, pouring for yourself, making sure to do so properly still, hoping that Sukuna may see your efforts.

You beam with joy. The book works after all! You learned so much in just one day. Surely, if you continue, you’ll be a proper woman in no time!

Days go on, and you continue to follow the teachings of the books. All the while, Sukuna continues to follow your suspicious change of behavior. From your odd new seating posture to the too meticulous timing of your footsteps every time that you greet him. He didn’t comment on any of it, only keeping an eye for now. Still, he noticed every detail of the way you moved, all while you were left completely unaware of it.

Still, it was worth it to continue following the book to a T. Surely, the book sold all those copies for a reason. This had to be the book that all those townswomen were following. If it wasn’t impressing him, it must have been a problem from you rather than the writings. 

The sunlight welcomes another exhausting day of you waking up to open the book and prepare for another day of worthwhile teachings. The book was long overdue from the library at this point, and you had been too busy following its teachings to notice. Once the tips started getting more complicated, you began setting the goal of mastering at least one tip a day. Still, even keeping up with this task was beginning to get tiring. Yet you wanted to pull through, because everything was going to be worth it. Everything was going to be worth it for him. 

Your eyes widen, and you let out an audible gasp when you read the next few words from the book.  

Tip #73: Cook him a worthwhile meal! 

You wanted to convince yourself that your exhaustion was deceiving you. Otherwise… you were done for. 

While you’d become quite competent in making tea (especially in recent times), making a full meal was a whole different story. Still, if the readings say that you’re prepared, you are not one to believe otherwise.

Walking to the kitchen, you pick up one of Sukuna’s array of recipe books. You had an hour before Sukuna woke up, and you were going to do the proper thing and surprise your future husband with breakfast.  

Struggling through each of the ingredients, you’ve injured yourself enough times for it to become embarrassing, and you knew it would be a lie to blame it all on your overworked brain. Still, you finally finished preparing the ingredients, and all that was left was to put it all together over the stove. 

…

Who knew that you weren’t supposed to set the stove all the way to high when cooking? 

And who knew how easy it was for things to catch on fire? 

The first sensation you felt was the heat on your face, followed by the smell of smoke. Then came the bright light of fire covering the kitchen walls.

Despite the heat, you were frozen in fear. There goes being any sort of proper or useful. Truly, the least you could have done was not be a problem and now look at everything you did. You really were the worst, saying you’d amount to nothing when it came to being a decent partner for your fiance would be an understatement. 

Almost as a way to silence your thoughts, Sukuna barged in through the kitchen doors. The two of you make eye contact for a split second before he swiftly jumps in to quell the fire. 

Just then, in the same second the fire appeared, it was gone, with nothing but the smell of ashes and soot on the walls left as proof of your mistakes. 

Your vision is still blurry. Your recent near-death experience and your self-deprecation were an awful combination. Despite feeling like you didn’t deserve it, you wanted nothing but to hold him, and hold you he did. 

“That’s it. Deep breaths,” Sukuna coos, as he rubs circles along your back. You slowly breathe in and out and he instructs, and you hold him tight. You feel his chest shaking as your bury your head into it. Who could have guessed, he was just as terrified as you. 

“There you go, that’s not so bad, is it?”

You shake your head as you continue burrowing into him, feeling his warm body envelop yours like a blanket. 

Even when you begin to calm down, he continues to rub your head as he sets you down on the floor. Then, his eyes find their way to the book, untouched in the corner of the kitchen.

He picks up the book and analyzes its contents. Ever the quick thinker, it doesn’t take him long to put all the pieces together. 

“So this is why you’ve been so strange lately,” he says matter-of-factly. 

You say nothing and simply look away in shame. 

Sukuna continues, “Why would you think you’d get anything useful from such a worthless book” he grumbles as he flips through the pages, mumbling comments on how much “nonsense” is in the pages you once worshiped oh so dearly. 

“I…” you try to speak, but you get caught up in your words and simply look away again, avoiding his eyes, anything but his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Sukuna asks, sitting next to you as you straighten your spine along the walls. Despite the both of you now sitting, Sukuna is still massive next to you, making you want to huddle into the corner of the wall even more to hide your shame from him. He’s still reading the book, letting out a soft chuckle every time he finds something that amuses him, as if what he was reading was purposefully trying to make him laugh. 

You finally begin to speak. “It’s just… I wanted to learn how to be a good wife to you, and I found the book and–” 

“You’re already perfect for me. Why seek the council of inferior beings?” 

He doesn’t look up from the book as he says those words. As if what he is saying is simply common sense to him. Not only that, but as if it was supposed to be common sense to you. 

“I– do you mean that?” You look at him, your eyes wide and beginning to water. 

“Of course I do,” he grumbles as he closes the book and reaches one of his hands out to your face, “How dare you think I’d choose any lowlife to be my companion”

His words are harsh, but his hand caressing your face is anything but, and you can’t help but smile as you lean into his touch. He’s right, he wouldn’t choose anyone else to be with him, just as you wouldn’t choose anyone else but him to take your hand. 

“Don’t go around getting silly books anymore,” he says as he stands up, burning the book in his hands. 

Your eyes widen. “Wait– I… I needed that!” you try to reach out to grab any form of useful remains from the book but are only left with ashes. 

“Hm?” he looks at you curiously as you try to grab the ashes, “Whatever for?” 

“That was a book from the library…” you mumble as you look down at the mess before you, thinking of how you would explain your husband burning your book to the library staff. 

“Tch. They will live” Sukuna rolls his eyes as gets ready to leave the kitchen. “They’re better off without such garbage on their shelves anyways”

“B-But” 

“Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry” he comments, though it would be much more accurate to call it a command toward you to join him. 

Looking up at him, and finally feeling like yourself again after the destruction of the book, you do nothing more but smile and say “Yeah…okay” as you get up to follow him.

A/N: Like Sukuna? You'll love these headcanons!

A/N: I might might MIGHT make a prequel to this because there’s sooo much to explore. Like how did Sukuna and her meet and get engaged? Why does she have so much internalized misogyny?  I need to know 😩

Taglist: @emmyrosee @lillysgotgyatt @aceakari

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the look of your blog scratches my brain so good

Small Update

Hiiiiii I love your stories and thank you for your kind words 🥹

Keeping the black and white photos with a tad bit of blue in the texts for some color was something I needed from the depths of my soul in order to stay motivated to write haha.

🝮 Update Below 🝮

I do have some minor updates for those keeping up with my stories. I know I haven’t been active for a few weeks and I apologize! I have a three-part series coming out and I want to finish all three parts before I post it. So far I only have the first part done.

I will definitely be done with it in like 2 weeks though and after that I think I’ll be taking a small break from JJK and start writing for other fandoms. I still love JJK to death and it’s not like I’m going to stop writing about it altogether but I’d like to start exploring the other fandoms I’m part of as well.

Anyways that’s all from me 🙂‍↕️

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She A Baddie With Her Baddie Friend

➺ Characters: Nobara Kugisaki, GN!Reader (ft. Aoi Todo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru)

➺ Genre: SMAU, Crack, Fluff

➺ Playlist: ft. Sabrina Carpenter, Claire Rosinkranz, Ant Saunders, and more!

➺ Content: Kind of Fem!Pronouns (Nobara calls us a bitch but that’s all lol), Human Earthworm plot being described, Swearing

➺ A/N: Made a Nobara-centered SMAU… for no particular reason 😶

➺ Synopsis: Being best friends with Nobara

➺ Taglist: @emmyrosee

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Both options are for the same character but I don’t want to expose who it is yet! I’m just unsure whether people preferred my SMAUs or written work so I wanted to make this poll. Thank you thank you 🩵

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Thank You For 200 Followers!

Wow! I hit 100 followers a little over a month ago and now that number has more than doubled!

Once again as a thank you I’ll be doing all the requests commented under this post! SMAUs, headcanons, drabbles, and one-shots are all open and anyone can comment. Those who prefer to stay anonymous can use my ask box as well.

I want to emphasize that requests must be reasonable and follow the boundaries of my account.

🝮 Sappy Girl Thoughts Below 🝮

I really don’t know what to say that I haven’t said before haha except for thank you! Two hundred is genuinely a crazy number. Like knowing that all of us together could fill up a small auditorium brings genuine tears to my eyes I can’t. I hope you all stick around for a while and I promise to be with y’all too 🥹🫶

Also here’s a photo of Chappell Roan holding goatified Yuji as a thank you gift! I don’t know who the original creator was unfortunately though :(

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Have You Tried Counting Cursed Spirits?

➺ Characters: [IN ORDER] Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, GN!Reader

➺ Genre: SMAU, Crack, Fluff

➺ Playlist: ft. Sundial, Porter Robinson, Michael Bublé, and more!

➺ Content: Implied Early Relationship, Swearing

➺ A/N: This is very self indulgent because I can’t sleep right now 🧎🏽‍♀️

➺ Synopsis: You texting the JJK guys because you can’t sleep

Taglist: @emmyrosee

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An Addition to the Family

➺ Characters: [IN ORDER] Satoru Gojo, Hiromi Higuruma, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo (ft. Yuji Itadori)

➺ Genre: SMAU, Crack, Fluff

➺ Playlist: ft. Laufey, Wave to Earth, Mitski, and more!

➺ A/N: Still not over the recent chapter so in honor of the chapter leaks coming today I have another Yuji centered SMAU 🥹

➺ Synopsis: Adopting Yuji with the JJK guys

A/N: Like Yuji? You’ll love this SMAU!

Taglist: @emmyrosee

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I’m Not Dumb! I’m Just Pre-Smart!

➺ Characters: Yuji Itadori, GN!Reader (ft. Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki)

➺ Genre: SMAU, Crack, Fluff

➺ A/N: Made this to celebrate my son’s recent achievements in the manga 😭 (If you know, you know hehe) I’m so proud of my boy 🥹

➺ Synopsis: Texts in which you are Yuji Itadori’s main caretaker. Please note that your actual relationship is kept vague so you can see yourself as an older sibling, parent, or mentor-figure, whatever you deem fits! 

A/N: Like Yuji? He's also a prominent character in these stories!

Taglist: @emmyrosee

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Accounts List

Can’t get enough of me? Here are some links to my other accounts outside of Tumblr. I’m the most active here (mostly because JJK fans on other socials are kind of scary haha) but I dabble a bit around these areas so if you find me come say hi! 🩵

➺ Tumblr Alt. Account

➺ Youtube

➺ Spotify

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Let Us Do Your Hair, Brother

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, Kechizu Kamo, Eso Kamo

➺ Word Count: 650+

➺ Genre: Fluff, Angst

➺ Content: Slight JJK Anime Spoilers

➺ A/N: A short prequel to this story I made of Choso!

➺ Synopsis: Choso’s brothers help him with his hair.

Choso had all the time in the world to think about what to do with his hair. 

Well…maybe not all the time in the world, but 500 years should be enough time to at least have a decent idea of how you’d want your hair to look. Despite this, the now fully incarnated Choso stood still in front of a dirty mirror with his hair down, completely stumped on what he should do. 

“Let me help you, brother. I see humans seem to do this hairstyle often” Choso looks at his younger brother Kechizu holding up a magazine photo of a young woman in pigtails…a strong emphasis on young woman. 

“While I trust your judgment, brother…that’s a little girl” Choso’s tone was monotonous, but he had trouble holding down a laugh as his brother stands offended. “Who says children can’t have style? It’ll look great on you, trust me” he pleads with Choso to give the hair style a chance. “I agree” Choso’s other younger brother Eso, steps in. “If we’re going to battle jujutsu sorcerers for those cursed spirits, we should look good while we do it, no?” He stands next to Kechizu, both pleading for Choso to let them do their hair…

“Yes, of course brothers”. 

“Uhh… how do we do this?” Kechizu says as he fiddles with the hair tie. Eso looks at him confused “How should I know? I’ve never done this before”. Choso feels both his brothers pull his hair in different directions as he sits down by the mirror with his eyes closed in order to be surprised by the new style when he opens them. 

There was something so human about this, and while the three of them had decided to live as cursed spirits for the rest of their lives, it felt good to feel human… even if it was just for today.

Choso heard his two brothers argue the entire time they did his hair, but eventually they were able to get it right “Here… you take these two bands and… there! It’s done!” one of his brothers exclaimed as Choso slowly opened his eyes. 

Choso looked at himself in the mirror and saw his hair parted and tied up into two small pigtails. “What do you think, brother?” Kechizu asked, hoping it’s up to Choso’s standards as he felt his hands burning from how difficult it was to put his brother’s hair up. He couldn’t believe humans did something so inconvenient as a choice. 

Choso suddenly stood up from where he sat, abruptly turning around to face his brothers. His face is still unreadable, and if it weren’t for the words he spoke one would think that he wasn’t happy with how his hair turned out. However, the next words that spilled out of Choso’s mouth said otherwise.

“Please do my hair every day”, it was now Choso’s turn to plead with his brothers as they looked at him in shock. “Uh– every day?” Eso stuttered, his own hands also feeling the slight burns of the hair ties. “Yes. I…enjoyed having the two of you help me out. Only if you want to”. 

“Of course we’d do it brother!” Eso’s heart filled with glee at his older brother’s approval. Kechizu seemed to agree as well as he flipped through one of the human magazines they found once again “Are we sure there are enough human hair styles for every day, though?” he scratched his head as he looked through the booklet.

Choso’s heart filled with glee at the thought, one thing that he’d be able to look forward to for the day. He began to exit the room and turned to his brothers one last time, “Those cursed spirits are probably looking for us. I’ll be with them. Go and fight the jujutsu sorcerers, I’ll see you soon”.

His brothers nodded and as Choso opened the door to leave, he heard one last thing. 

“I’ll see you soon, brother. When we do, let’s do your hair again, alright?”

A/N: Enjoyed the story? This story also features Choso! (Be warned, it’s 18+!) 

Taglist: @emmyrosee

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Hope I Never Forget

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, GN!Reader

➺ Word Count: 1.7k

➺ Genre: Fluff, Angst (With Comfort)

➺ Content: JJK Anime Spoilers, Mentions of Death, Grief, Choso Crying, Reverse Comfort, Established Relationship 

➺ A/N: Thank you @emmyrosee for requesting something from my 100 followers post! I hope I did your request justice!

➺ Synopsis: Choso’s fondest memory after being incarnated was his younger brothers helping him with his hair. Years later, he’s ready to relive that memory with you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

It had been years since the deaths of his brothers, and while he has long forgiven the people who killed them (especially his other younger brother Yuji Itadori), he will never be able to fully recover from losing them.

As the years passed, life moved on for Choso. He no longer had to fight anymore, and even found himself in a loving relationship. Yet, every so often he still thinks about his brothers, about all the little things they couldn’t do before their deaths that he has the privilege to experience. Every birthday he celebrated, every Sunday morning he spent in bed, every late night spent laying next to his loved ones watching movies, all things his brothers have never and will never be able to experience with him.

His brothers were only able to experience one small shred of comfort before their deaths, and that was tying their older brother’s hair. The day the brothers incarnated, they insisted on tying Choso’s hair for him. The feeling of his hair being pulled into two pigtails by his younger brothers was the last memory Choso had of all of them together, and that day was the last time Choso ever saw their smiling faces. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

The hairstyle brought Choso a sense of comfort, it was the one thing that remained untouched by the new life Choso led as a human. Every day, Choso would take two hair ties and carefully put his hair into the familiar pigtails that his brothers did for him years prior. 

Still, tying his hair up would be a struggle sometimes. Even though it was a style that he’s done for years, some days his hair would simply choose to not cooperate. Today was unfortunately one of those days for Choso.

 Each time Choso tried to put his hair up, something would feel off. Whether it was the pigtails being uneven, his hair slipping out of the tie, or finding his hair in knots from constantly pulling on it. What seemed like two simple pigtails turned out to actually be quite difficult to put up. Yet, Choso was determined to do it correctly, he had to for his brothers.

He started tying his hair during the early morning, but enough hours had passed that the once rising sun began to set. Even as the world moved, Choso stood still in front of his bedroom mirror, trying to tie his hair perfectly…but he just couldn’t get it right. Choso began to grow frustrated with each failed attempt. He thought about how much easier this would be for his brothers, how they would be able to do it so easily. He thought about how much easier everything would’ve been if he just had them by his side. 

Choso’s chest began to tighten. He wasn’t even focused on his hair anymore, his only thoughts consisting of how much he missed his family. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, when he suddenly heard the front door open. 

“Cho! Where are you?” your distant voice was like a lifeline for Choso, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, not today. “I’m in our room” his deep voice boomed throughout the house, and you rushed to that spot the moment you heard him. You entered the bedroom to see Choso sitting by the mirror with his hair down. You looked at him confused, “You’re re-doing your hair?” you asked him. Choso stood still for a moment, he didn’t like lying to you, but how could he explain that he spent the entire day doing his hair? 

You knew Choso more than anyone though, so his silence was enough. Every so often Choso would be so focused on a task that he’d lose track of time, and you assumed this was one of those days. “Here let me help you” you said gently, but as you reached out to touch his hair Choso suddenly stood away from you “No!”.

You immediately move your hands away from him, staring at him wide-eyed. Choso never yelled at you, so you were concerned about something being wrong. You look at Choso now standing, as looks shocked at his own behavior toward you.

You see Choso’s body tremble as he slumps down into the floor. The tears he tried so hard to hold back now freely falling down his cheeks as he sits in a seated fetal position, trying his best to make himself as small as possible. “I– I can’t…” he whispers to himself, but you are able to hear it. As you slowly sit next to him, you are able to hear his full sentence “I can’t do this… not without them” you hear him repeat over and over in between soft whimpers.

You know immediately who he’s talking about. You slowly inch closer to Choso, making sure he’s comfortable with your distance between each other. You breathe out a sigh of relief when you feel Choso lean into you, connecting your bodies together. 

“I’m sorry for yelling…” Choso says softly, his own breathing calming down the moment his body touches yours. You wrap your arms around him, making sure to speak softly to not frighten him more “It’s okay Choso… but why won’t you let me help you?”. You didn’t want to make assumptions, you wanted Choso to tell you his feelings directly.

Choso thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully when he says “No one other than my brothers ever touched my hair. If I let someone else do it now… what will it mean for them? What if I forget the day they did it?” Choso makes himself even smaller than before, shuddering at the thought of one day forgetting his baby siblings. 

Hearing his words breaks your heart, and you can’t help but put your hand to his cheek and wipe away the warm tears from his eyes. Caressing his cheek, you say “I won’t do it for you if you really don’t want me to… but you would never forget your brothers, and I’m sure they would want you to ask for help when you need it”. You touch your boyfriend’s forehead to your own. Looking into his eyes, you see him trying to contemplate his thoughts “Are you sure…?” he asks, trying his best to trust you at this moment. 

You smile softly… still holding Choso’s body close to yours, “Completely”. 

The both of you take a seat on your shared bed. Choso, feeling soft and comfortable, leans into you as you comb your hand through his tangled hair. He still felt a bit odd feeling someone else touch his hair in this way, but eventually he was able to fully let go and allow you to take care of him. It helped that your touch was gentle, making sure to not pull too hard. You didn’t rush with his hair, something that even Choso did sometimes when he put his hair up. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time. 

You continued gently brushing his hair, making sure to get rid of all of the little knots that appeared. Choso felt his eyelids get heavier as you massaged his scalp, and while he tried his best to stay awake, his eyes continued to close for longer and longer periods of time before he finally succumbed to slumber while sitting down. 

You didn’t notice that Choso fell asleep at first, continuing to gently brush his hair until it was completely untangled. You eventually took two hair ties and securely tied his hair into two pigtails… making sure to keep his bangs down, just the way Choso liked it. Finishing up, you exclaimed “Perfect! My boyfriend is so handsome” with a giggle in your voice. 

When you don’t hear Choso respond you get slightly worried, wondering if you did something wrong. That was until you heard him softly snore and realize he’s completely asleep. You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, making sure you aren’t loud enough to wake him up. You slowly turn him toward the pillows and lie him down with his hair still up. 

You softly kiss Choso’s lips and lay on his chest, feeling him rise and fall as he breathes in and out in his sleep. Feeling comfortable with your boyfriend’s warmth enveloping your body, you feel yourself slowly fall asleep on his chest, your heart beating with glee at Choso allowing himself to be vulnerable with you and being brave enough to share a part of himself that he hadn’t before. Eventually, you feel your eyes completely close, with your last thought before completely falling to sleep being your loving boyfriend.

After a few hours, Choso is stirred awake and he wakes up. “What happened?” he sits up confused as he rubs his eyes. Your lying figure next to him helps him relay his memories slightly. Right. You were doing his hair when he must’ve fallen asleep.

He sees you asleep and he can’t help but kiss your forehead. Still feeling the ties around his hair, he gets up to look at himself in the mirror. You did an amazing job, and two pigtails still stand proud on his head even after his sleep. 

A big goofy smile is plastered on his face as he admires your work. He thinks about his brothers once again, that soft feeling of familiarity as he allowed them to take care of him. He thinks about you and how you allowed him to feel that feeling once again with your gentle touch and understanding. Grief is no easy feat, and Choso has to go through that grief every day. Still, he thinks about you and how you comforted him today through such a small action, and he can’t help but smile.

He was so afraid of taking away the memory of his brothers by letting you tie his hair, but he realizes that it isn’t true at all. His brothers will forever live in his memory now through the both of you, and he feels them all around now more than ever. He was going to be okay, because he had you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday… and he hopes he never forgets. 

A/N: So…I have a prequel made for this story of Choso’s brothers doing his hair. It was originally supposed to be part of this post but after writing it I realized it didn’t really fit so I decided to just make it a separate post. I’ll be posting it tomorrow! 

A/N: Love Choso? This story also features him!

Taglist: @emmyrosee

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Taglist Forms

I’ve decided to open up a taglist for people who would like to more closely follow my stories!

Linked below is a short form you can fill out if you’d like to be added. If you’d like to be removed from the taglist (no questions asked if you do), there is also a form to do that as well.

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I’m thinking about adding playlists to accompany my stories with songs that kind of fit the vibe of the fic to help with ambience and stuff but I’m not sure how people feel about them so I thought to ask here! Thank you for your answers 🙂‍↕️❤️

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The Tip

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, Fem!Reader

➺ Word Count: 1.1k

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Content: Pizza Guy!Choso, Non Curse!AU, Friends to Lovers, Swearing

➺ Synopsis: Headcanons of Choso as a pizza guy, because who doesn’t love the pizza guy? 

Pizza Guy!Choso who took the job in order to provide for him and his little brothers. Being rather young when he was given the responsibility of raising them, this was the highest paying job that he was qualified for. It was alright though, as long as he could support them with their dreams.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is very overworked… often in the store alone, where he has to take orders, make pizzas, and sometimes even do deliveries all in the same shift. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who, despite this, makes it a point to be kind to every customer he meets.

Customers quickly pick up on  this fact, but mistaken Pizza Guy!Choso’s kindness as a way to trample on top of him. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is used to being reprimanded by customers.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is sensitive to their words and often considers leaving, but quickly  remembers who he got this job for and vows to keep going every day.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who has a particularly tough day where it seems every customer had something to complain about. 

“The pizza is too expensive!” “The wait is too long!”

Things that aren’t at all his fault, but things he feels guilt for nonetheless. Regardless of how rude the customer is, Pizza Guy!Choso still feels guilty for disappointing them. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who meets you on this day, when you come and order with a coupon in your hand.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is hit with yet another pang of guilt when he realizes that the coupon had expired just yesterday.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who stumbles over his words trying to explain the situation to you, hoping you don’t get angry.

“I-I’m so sorry! But uh— we don’t take this coupon anymore”.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who awaited your response, dreading what you might do.

Would you yell at him? Would you try to convince him he’s wrong? Would you ask for a manager?

Pizza Guy!Choso, who was shocked when you simply went “Aw shucks, that’s fine. I’ll just pay full price then”.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who feels brave enough now to make small talk with you as he makes your pizza, where he learns that you had just moved to the area and planned on getting a pizza to celebrate the occasion with yourself.

Pizza Guy!Choso welcomed the nice conversation with open arms, finding it a glimmer of light in a sea of rude customers.

Pizza Guy!Choso who did something he hadn’t done for any customer before and gave you a discount for your pizza despite the discount being expired. When you asked about it, he simply said “thanks for being so nice”. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who blushed as you thanked him for the kind discount on your way out.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who expected to never see you again but cherished the small memory.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who is shocked when you come in just a week later to order yet another pizza.

You seemed to be in a bad mood, but regardless you recognize Pizza Guy!Choso right away. 

“Oh, hi! How are you?” You ask as you force a smile.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who simply goes “I’ve been good, and you?” with a smile. “I could be better, but it’s alright. Just one of those days where a pizza would really help with my mood” you respond with a chuckle.

Pizza Guy!Choso who understood completely and worked extra hard to make a pizza to your liking. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who as far as you know, runs the place out of business with the amount of discounts he gives you. He tells you that this pizza is “on the house”, though you never paid full price so far.

Pizza Guy!Choso who almost feels his heart beat out of his chest when you profusely thank him for all of his kindness.

Pizza Guy!Choso, who notices that you dropped some money into the tip jar as you walk out, and is wide-eyed to see $50 inside. 

Pizza Guy!Choso, who rushes out of the restaurant, convinced that you made a mistake.

“Did you want me to give you change for this?” He asks, out of breath as he runs toward your car, with the bill in hand. 

“No worries! Keep it! Thanks for being nice to me this time around” you say with a smile as you get into your car, driving away. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who is happy when you start to become a regular at the pizza place, coming in to order a small pizza and sometimes sitting to eat some with him.

Pizza Guy!Choso who is happy to keep you company, considering he has felt pretty lonely, not having any time for social interaction due to being so immersed in working and taking care of his brothers.

Pizza Guy!Choso who regularly chats with you over pizza during days when customers are scarce.

Pizza Guy!Choso who also consistently gives you free pizza, something you’ve told him not to do, however even when you try to pay he refuses, so you let up and let him spoil you. 

Pizza Guy!Choso whose eyes fill with stars as he tells you about his whopping nine younger brothers. 

“Yeah there’s a lot of them, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world” he explained as he watched you take a bite out of your pizza.

Pizza Guy!Choso who gets a little sad as he explains how he’s the caretaker for all of them. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who realizes he might have shared too much information and scrambles to apologize and change the subject, to which you simply laughed and told him “no worries, being caring is an attractive trait in a guy”.

You and Pizza Guy!Choso simply stared at each other, as you realize that you just implied that you considered him attractive.

Pizza Guy!Choso who wiggles his way out of the conversation somehow and continues the otherwise pleasant conversation with you.

Pizza Guy!Choso who just can’t stop his heart from trying to beat out of his chest whenever he is around you. Even though he knows what this feeling must be, he’s so used to burying his feelings that he simply chose to do that same thing this time. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who hates when it rains, since it means less customers coming in and more people asking for deliveries. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who hasn’t seen you for a few weeks, though he understands not wanting to come out due to the weather.

Pizza Guy!Choso who still feels a bit upset, as you were the closest person he had other than his brothers that he considered a friend. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who wishes he got your number, as he would always forget to ask, something he’d forever chastise himself for. 

Pizza Guy!Choso who, on your next visit, gives you yet another pizza on the house. This time in exchange for your number and a date, of course.

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Want Early Access to My Work?

I’m currently looking for people to help proofread my stories!

If you proofread for me you’ll get early access to my stories through first (and possibly multiple, if the story calls for it) drafts. I’ll also be sending you the final story before I post it as well. In exchange, I hope you’ll provide constructive criticism on ways I could improve my story before I put it out publicly. When I post my stories I’ll be crediting you as a proofreader and tagging you in the post.

The only requirement is that you need to be eighteen or older! It’d definitely help if you wrote fics as well, but like I said it’s not required or anything.

If you’d like to do this, please shoot me a private message through my Inbox or comment below that you’re interested! Thank you so much ❤️

(Honestly if you’re 18+ and ask I’ll start sending you fics so please don’t think that this is super high pressure or anything haha!)

🝮 The Why 🝮

(In case you’re wondering why I’m asking this in the first place)

Recently I’ve been doing this juggling game where I write something and constantly question myself on if it’s actually good and I always get this strange feeling where something feels off about a story but I can’t put my finger on it which gives me a massive headache haha.

Which is why I’m seeking people to proofread for me! I think having another pair of eyes will really help in making my stories better and also save me from driving myself insane while writing.

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Thank You!

I want to thank you guys so much for 100 (technically 104, haha) followers! ❤️

As a thank you, I’ll accept any request commented under this post! It can be a SMAU, headcanon, drabble, or one-shot, and anyone can comment! Any genre works for me as well like angst, fluff, and smut (if you’re 18+). Just let me know what the prompt is and which Jujutsu Kaisen guy(s) you want me to do it on and I’ll make it! If you’d like to remain anonymous, you can also use my ask box! Just make sure to indicate that you’re requesting something in response to this post specifically.

(Obviously, it has to follow my boundaries so please don’t request something mean 🥲)

🝮 Sappy Thoughts Below 🝮

It’s so hard to imagine a hundred people enjoying what I write and wanting to keep up with it. I’ve only been posting on tumblr for a couple months but reading and writing here is one of my favorite things to do every day and I’m so glad that I’m able to share this place with people who enjoy JJK as much as I do.

I started this blog because I was having a really hard time writing in my real life for school and work so turned to fanfiction since it was what led me to want to write in the first place. A couple months later, and I’ve written more than I have in the past year (and that’s not even mentioning how much the quality of my work has gone up)! Writing has become inspiring again and I have this blog to thank for that.

This is really dragging on lol but thank you to everyone who followed, liked, reblogged, and commented on my posts. It means so much more than you know. If you’re reading this far, I hope my blog continues to be a safe space for others and I hope you all stick around for a while 🫶

AND ALSO I LOVE MY MOOTS! YOU GUYS KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU ALL ARE GORGEOUS MWAH MWAH 😘