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Sukuna groans softly as he sits up in bed, his hand reaching forward and running through the pink strands of his hair. His skull is pounding, throbbing with every loud note of the music coming from you’s bathroom.
Pushing the sheets and empty beer cans off his body, he stands up and scratches at his chest. Walking silently, he notices you is singing along to some sort of pop song that he finds all too irritating, but can’t help but enjoy listening to her sing along. “you…” His griff voice calls out as he makes his way into your attached bathroom. “Whatcha doin’ home so late?” There’s an edge of worry and concern he holds for them alone, and yet he knows he can’t stop himself from worrying. you isn’t just his best friend, they’re his everything, his world. The one good, pure thing in his life that he would kill and protect to keep that way.
As you strips, he knows he shouldn’t look, shouldn’t watch the way the fabric of their clothes slide off their skin to reveal perfectly unblemished skin. His own skin is scared, marked with the years of abuse and neglect he suffered to protect himself from. But no longer is his gaze as innocent, not when his kid best friend isn’t a kid anymore. It all blends and swirls in his head as he tries to push those feelings, that need down inside. But he won’t hurt them- he’ll spare you for as long as possible from his hidden feelings. Until they bubble over and threaten to end the bliss he’s in when you is close to him.
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