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You’ve been zoned out of your professors lesson the whole time, trying to tune out Nobara, your best and only friend, ramble on about how you need to get out more; blah blah blah. She says the same things EVERY time.. “You need to go out and party so you can stop throwing your own pity party!” How bothersome..
“-So will you come? Please?” Her words finally rang through your ears as she tapped on your cheek to grab your attention. “Huh?” You hum.
“Ugh!” Nobara groaned. “Will you go clubbing with me tomorrow??” She asks again in a louder, hushed voice. “Oh.-“ You’re silent for a moment, as if you were even thinking of an answer. I don’t even know why she bothers asking me anymore. She’ll get the same answer anywa-
Your thinking was interrupted when the bell rang. Nobara jumps out of her seat and folds her arms over her chest. “You’re going.” She gives you a look that meant “I mean it”, but you weren't buying it.
You laugh uncomfortably, a hand moving to rub the back of your neck. “Yeah..but I’m not..” It may have come out colder sounding than you wanted it to, but she really needed to get that through her thick ass skull. You don’t party.. Anymore at least.
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About 4 months ago, you and Satoru were the most known couple on campus. He was mainly know from his athletic abilities and crazy rich family, while you were known for your smarts. Perfect combo, right? Wrong.
Gojo ended up breaking up with you because of his sport schedule. Which some might think it was sweet that he was “protecting you from feeling more neglected than you would have if you continued dating on all his time crunches”, but you honestly didn’t mind it; even a bit of his time pleased you..
Regardless of what others said about your relationship with Satoru, you loved him. He treated you well and fucked you even better. He formed your guts into new shapes every time he would visit. And fuck was it good.. You never really liked the idea of sex before him, but after a bit of convincing and reassurance, he made you into a believer..A whore, if you will.
Besides the fact that God gifted him with some of the best stamina and great dick, he was a loving boyfriend. Though you never saw Gojo as the type to marry or even have kids, you’d catch yourself day dreaming about the day you both say, ‘I do’. The day your children say their first words.. You knew it would never happen but it doesnt hurt to dream!
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But you know what does hurt? Seeing the text from your adrenaline junkie friend that shes outside waiting for you. You take another look at your dress in the mirror, taking everything in. You hold your breath for just a moment, hoping maybe you'd pass out and Nobara would forget all about you. You could only wish. You exhale sharply, leaving a small bit air in your cheeks. A short, tight dress that isnt your color, but fits you in all the right places. It was his favorite. He’d beg you to wear it on every date night. He loved the way you looked in it, and you loved the way you felt. But after the break up, it feels foreign.
Ping Your phone goes off from a contact under the name, ‘humanized alcoholism☠️’ You slide open your phone, it takes you to the messaging app that was greeting you to a long line of messages. Only having time to read the most recent one, your brows knit together tightly. “HURRY UP DUDE. HE MAKES U PAY MORE IF U TAKE LNGER😭🙏!!” … You turn your phone off and release the pent up air in your cheeks through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, man..”
You didn’t fully believe Kugisaki when she told you that “you were going”. You’d usually easily stand your ground and simply not go. But this must’ve been different. She forcefully pushed you into an uber, buckling up your seatbelt in all, as if you were were a child. “I hate-“ Nobara’s hand slapped over your mouth, with a loud crack. Even the uber driver jumped. “Dont..” She warned. Nobara wasn’t even looking at you, but you knew it was best to keep quiet.
After a short drive through the city, you guys finally arrived to the Curses Club. God this place had some bitter sweet memories..you thought.
Nobara thanked the driver and threw him a tip. She took your hands in hers. They were warm. You knew it was gonna be some type of pep talk; you werent wrong.—“You need to loosen up! You’ve been sitting in your depression room for God knows how long.” She said. Nobara brought you into a hug. “I hate seeing you like this.-“ “Especially over some douchy, small dicked whore!” She exclaimed. Aaand theres one things she wrong about..
The warmth you felt on your hands faded as your hands fall to your sides. You sigh, then feeling the same warm presence on your shoulder. “Please promise me you’ll at least try to have fun, okay?” … You sigh again, this time a more ‘understanding sounding’ one and nod. “I’ll try.” You caved. Try to have fun..
Kugisaki’s loving demeanor shifted to one of happiness. She squealed while taking your hand once again and leading you into the bar. She looked back at you with a pleased and devilish look on her face. As if she was planning something. You didn't really care at this point. You were already knee deep in shit and there was no going back. Until the end of the night that is. Looking at it from this close again made you nauseous. Great.
Only five minutes in and you’re already pissed off. Three guys have “accidentally” bumped into you and groped your ass while two others tried to spike your drink while you weren't looking as if you were blind. Others tried hopelessly flirting. It made your stomach turn. How pathetic.. Is this where lonely men and incels turn to? You wonder.
The loud music infiltrating your ears had eventually gotten to you after not going out for so long, so you fled to the Private Section with the beaded entrance, leaving Nobara by herself with the hot bartenders and their heated conversation.. You swish away the long colorful beads and take a seat on the couch. The same stiff leather couch. You groan. You’ve hardly started drinking and you already have a headache, how bothersome. You hunch over, your elbows resting on your knees while your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose to refocus yourself and your thoughts.
“Fuck this, Im leaving..” You grumble under your breath, opening your phone to text Nobara you were gonna leave. Unfortunately, you didnt plan on leaving that very second. You’d regret it afterward. You’d regret every coming.
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He took a sip of his Margarita as the pigtailed boy continued to drunkly babble on about how pissed he was.
“You guys literally already broke up.. hic .. Thats free game, Satoru..” Gojo just took another long sip from his drink. And glared at the man.
”Don’t refer to her as ‘free game’. You sound like a fucking asshole. You think she’d ever want someone who’d talk about her like that?”
He gagged his whole friend group with two sentences. He slammed his cup down on the counter, prompting the bartender to pour him another drink. Once filled he quickly gulps it down, like the sting of the alcohol doesn’t affect him anymore.
”Plus, I know she isn't over me.” He snickers as he slams his cup down again, inhaling his 100th drink that night.
“You seem so defensive, why do you even care if you broke up with her?” A long, black haired man asked
Satoru was silent. “It was for the girls own good. I didn’y want her feeling unloved because of my inability to care for her all the time. Would you rather me had stayed? Fucking idiot.” The whole group could tell how irritated he was that they even brought her up when they’re trying to have a good time.
The boy rolled his eyes. “You need to get over her.” he commented, swishing his colorful drink around.
“And you need to mind your own fucking business, Suguru.” Satoru spat.
The pigtailed hair boy just frowned. “This was supposed to be fun, Satoru..” His voice saddened and he stuck his bottom lip out, pouting like a little puppy.
”Then go have some fucking fun Choso, Im not your mother.” He scoffed
Choso sighed and leaned into his blue haired friend, Mahito.
Mahito just pats his back comfortingly and gazes into the crowed of hots and nots. He then looks over to the direction of the entrance. His eyes widen and his grin broadens. He nudges a larger framed, salmon haired male and he does the same to Choso. They smirk simultaneously and walk over toward a familiar pair of hypnotizing swaying hips. One by one, they walked over near her just to get a handful.
She had the same two reactions every time. “What the fuck?!” Or she’d stomp their foot. Either way, they were just enjoying the attention. What creeps.
The only two that didn’t even acknowledge she was there was Nanami and Satoru. Gojo had finished his billionth drink and had a cigar in between his two fingers. He took a long drag from his cigar and looked around to find his friends missing. He looked to Nanami who looked over to Mahito, trying to buy his girl a drink.
”She clearly didn’t miss you enough if she’s here.” Nanami spewed. “Shove it wise ass.” He spat. He was observing them, watching her every move like a hawk. Nanami smirked. He loved seeing him all riled up.
He didn’t think you’d ever come out again, and seeing you in that dress. Fuck.. His fists started to ball, turning his knuckles white and his eye started to twitch.
”Why so tense?~ Chill out.” Nanami teased.
Choso slid to her other side and nudged her shoulder lightly, saying something to her that made her roll her eyes. Satoru tried so hard to read their lips but got nothing. He eventually lost his focus. He grunts, then looks to his now smooshed cigar.
“Who do they think they are? Do they not know the rules?” He mumbled loud enough for Nanami to hear.
”Thats my bitch. And anything thats mine is off limits. ”
As he was about to march up to them in rage, he was stopped by quite a sight. She had blown them off and walked over to a quieter area. The Private Rooms. Seems like Sukuna had been lurking over there for sometime and waltzed on in moments after her. Something in Gojo irked. He slammed his drink down before pulling out his card and dropping it next to his cup. “Tab me out.”
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You hear the beads swish. You look up to see a large man with a familiar face. Sukuna Ryomen. This asshole..
Throughout you and Gojo’s relationship, he would constantly hit on you and make inappropriate jokes about you; even in front of Satoru some times. It pissed the both of you off..
Sukuna took a seat on the round couch next to you, sliding over wasting no time at all. “What brings you here?” He said, his voice dripping with malicious intent.
You sigh and clench your phone in your hand, ready to be appalled with whatever bullshit excuse he has to talk to you. “Get to the point. I really dont have time for this, Ryomen.”
He chuckles at your ‘eagerness’. “So impatient..Why so bitter, baby? Don’t wanna talk?” No. He asks in a tender voice paired with sweet eyes. How fake can this man be? It almost reminded you of Gojo and it was really getting to you. An unnoticeable bead of sweat rolls down your face while you pick at the skin on your thumb.
“If you’re trying to get laid, you’ve already failed. I’ll be leaving now.” you said coldly, gathering your things and throwing them into your purse. You get up and walk to the other side of the table, about to leave but Sukuna stands up as well. He just stares at you, but you remain unfazed. Your night was ruined the second you got here and having to deal with his lame-ass and his weirdo friends made it even worse.
You made your way to the beaded exit when he grabbed your wrist with a tight grip. “Whoa, whoa, whats the rush, Princess?-” He asks before getting cut off by a hand that was a hair away from his face. You hand spun back to strike him, but he catches your other hand before you could. Sukuna pulled you closer to him and whispered in your ear, “Listen hun, Im not asking anymore. You better walk back over to your seat and sit your ass down before I have to make you.” He growled. His low voice felt as if it shook the very ground she stood under.
”Fuck you..” You spat. Literally. Small dottings of spit had hit his face like meteors. His eyes widen and without a second blink, he has you against a wall with both of your hands in only one of his, held above your head. “You little bitch..-“ He raised his hand to hit you and you flinched and squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the impact but it never came. You slowly open your eyes to see Ryomen’s hand struggling against a stronger force. He was being held by another hand at the wrist.
Sukuna rips his hand down from the persons hand aswell as letting you go. You fall into the corner and see Nanami standing next to the beaded doorway. Nanami was the only one who didn’t change after you and Gojo’s break up. He was the closest thing to safe you had. So seeing him, you ran/stumbled over to his arms and clung onto him like a baby koala to its mother, shaking like a leaf.
You look back to see who exactly had stopped Sukuna, and it was Satoru.. For some weird reason, you felt happy to see him. Your heart fluttered at the sight of his alwats-wind-blown white hair, pale skin, shimmery blue eyes and incredible figure. The shirt and jacket he wore complimented all of his features beautifully and it was driving you out of your mind; but you kept that to yourself of course.
Satoru forcefully pushed Sukuna out of the beaded room and let him off with a warning from what you heard. All you could hear was him swearing and his voice sounding lower than you remembered. He didn’t want to badly injure someone in front of you. He re-enters the room and Nanami lets go of you and you loosen your grip. You look up at him, her eyes still glossy from the events. He pats your head and smiles, moving the beads out of his way to leave you and him alone.
It was silent. “You got something you wanna tell me, Y/n?” You avoid his eyes and fiddle with your dress hem. “Thank you..-“ He cuts you off by kissing you. His right hand on your lower back and the left holding your chin up.You’d usually be cursing him out for even trying that on you, but you couldn’t even be mad. Feeling his lips again was something you craved. They were as warm as you had left them.. And his touch as soft and loving as you remembered. You kiss him back, a hand on the back of his neck and one on his chest. You felt like crying. You needed him so badly. In both ways.
”You’re.. such an ass..” You mumble out. You didn’t know how to say it in a way that wouldnt get you fucked on a table in a place people could walk in on.
He laughed and slowly moved his face down closer to her neck, leaving gentle kisses leading down to your collar bone. You want to let out sounds that have been locked up since he’d gone, but you instead lightly push him away. He raises his eyebrows and gives you a puppy like look. “Whats wrong, my love?”
His pet names killed you on the inside.. You just stared for a moment. … Fuck it. Ping. It was from Kugisaki, but you werent missing this chance and just ignored it, as if you didnt hear it.
”Just..Not here..” You whisper. A smirk starts to grow on his pale face.