luunaex

[luunaex]

a/n: this is kinda badly written but had the thought n wanted to write it down.

first 'i love you' with best friend toji.

you really did show up at the wrong place; at the wrong time. toji was at the park opposite his house, the one you walk through to get to his place. he was 'completing a job'- so killing someone. he'd simply shoot him in the head, not realising you are stood right behind the guy.

toji's eyes widen, heart coming to his throat as he sees the guys blood splatter all over you. covering your shirt- your face, your hair- everything, really.

you obviously knew what he did for a job- but you never asked questions, never wanted to know any details. yet, here you are, with one of the bounty's blood splatter all over you.

toji immediately runs over, grabbing you and rushing you to his place. you say nothing, just letting him guide you.

he'd help you rip the blood covered clothes off, help you into the shower- making sure it's warm for you. and then he watches as you stand there- still shocked as the water trails down your frame.

but he isn't watching in a sexual way by any means. he's watching you, with his heart clenching uncomfortably in his chest. his stomach swirling with guilt and something else he didn't really realise until right now.

before he knows it, he's stripping off and stepping into the shower with you. you look up at him, the blood still on your face and he sighs, clenching his jaw. he grabs a washcloth and quickly starts on wiping the blood away from that pretty face.

you stand there quietly together, whilst he gentle cleaned you up. then, with all the blood gone, he'd sigh once more.

"say something." he bluntly murmurs out.

"like what?" you whisper.

"that's good enough." he'd say, a hand coming up to brush a drop of water from under your eyes.

"i didn't like that." he'd almost choke out, eyes locked onto yours. "never have I had an issue with seeing blood on someone before. but on you?" he gulps. "never wanna see that shit again."

you tilt your head softly. "why?"

then he'd pause, unsure of what to say. he'd never been good at putting feelings into words. so instead, he thinks *fuck it*- he'll show you instead.

so he leans down, and so nonchalantly presses a gut wrenchingly perfect kiss to your lips.

you're even more shocked now.

"never wanna see this face messed up like that." he murmurs against your lips, large hand cupping your face. he pulls back, letting out a shaky breath. "i'm sorry-"

"not your fault." you whisper back.

"hm." he says, not truly believing it. "i love you. you know that, right?" he'd say, so casually, as if he'd been saying it for years.

"well duh." you say back, not really realising the implications behind it.

"no. seriously- i love you." he says, a little sterner. "i'm in love with you."

even more shocked now.

"say something". he groans.

"i love you too-" you blurt out.

he smirks. "i know."

[luunaex]

grumpy bf sukuna when you get needy for attention.

he'd been busy all day. focused on one thing after the other, yet none of those things seemed to be you. you'd tried the whole huffing loudly, hoping to get his attention.

didn't work.

you'd tried massaging his shoulders, kissing his neck, but he waved you off every single time.

but that evening, you're practically dying for any type of attention from him. a glance. a comment. anything! he stands up from his desk, rolling his shoulders back with a grunt. no wonder his back hurts- he's been sat there all day.

he glances at you, seeing the pout on your lips, the scowl on your face and your cross arms. he raised a brow.

"what's wrong?" he'd mutter. the cheek of him.

you say nothing, staring up at him with that same scowl / pout he adores so much.

"tch. speak up, woman. what do you want?" he says, turning to you fully and crossing his arms to mimic your stance.

"you've been sat there all day. i haven't even gotten a single glance!" you say, stern.

he'd smirk. "yeah? you can't survive one day without attention?"

"no! of course i can't!" you exclaim. hed just smirk again, titling his head as he looks down at you.

"tch. needy woman. come here then." he'd sigh, opening his arms. you leap into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. he'd sigh, shaking his head with fake annoyance.

but it doesn't annoy him, not really. he does it on purpose to just see that cute pout on your lips. you tell him he's mean, that he shouldn't ignore you, but he'll do it again. just to see that little grumpy face scowl up at him.

he loves it.