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The first time that Sukuna had ever mentioned of having a fiance was almost completely ignored in the moment as a fury of quips flew between Toji, Suguru, and Satoru, as Sukuna sat watching the entertaining debacle unfold before him.
"How the fuck do ya' just conveniently pick not only Yoshi, but Mr. Scooty, roller tires, and the cloud glider?!"
Satoru stood up, with his controller in hand, to point a finger at Toji to announce, "Maybe I'm just that good at the game Toji! That's something you could never relate to it seems."
An offended scoff shoots out from Toji's throat, while Sukuna and Suguru chuckle at their argument.
Toji's eyes whip to his left and beem down onto Suguru and prods, "Oh, and why are ya' laughing Suguru? You finished 6th behind 5 bots!"
Suguru's grin turns into a quick frown as he begins to defend his gameplay against Toji's insulting remarks. A vibration is felt in Sukuna's pocket, as his right hand slips down and grabs his phone. His eyes narrow in consideration as he reads, 'reminder for meds.'
His thumb simply discontinues the alarm while he sits up and makes his way over to Suguru's dining room table—that's right next to the damn near soap opera like scene of the 3 mens argument—and shuffles through his backpack.
This was one of the first hangouts they've had since the start of the new semester. Sukuna transferred over from Japan and found himself amongst a few other international students attending his university and made quick friends with Toji, who then led him to befriending Suguru, Satoru, Hiromi, and a few others.
"Yo Sukuna, what are ya' doin'—oh, you fucker?! You know I just got that pierced," Toji shouts as he grabs Satoru's hand and tries to begin wrestling with him.
Concentrated and slightly withdrawn from the conversation, Sukuna goes through his bag and replies, "I'm looking for my antidepressant. My fiance puts them in my bag whenever I'm usually running late out the door, so I won't forget them."
The 3 currently occupied men continue their squabble until Toji stills and Satoru literally falls over the large white couch after his attempt to get away from Toji. Suguru turns his head to stare at the back of Sukuna and bewilderly asks, "Fiance?!"
"Found em'," Sukuna says over Suguru's confused question, as he walks to the fridge, grabs a water bottle, and takes his leftover salad from lunch out.
In a practiced motion, he takes the pill, swallows it with water, and grabs a fork and eats his salad. Sukuna looks up from his meal and stares queryingly at the 3 sets of eyes fixated on him.
"What's up?"
"You said fiance," Satoru hesitantly states.
"Well, yeah."
Toji's mouth hung slightly as he then asks, "When the fuck have you had a fiance, Sukuna?!"
A knowing smirk finds itself upon Sukuna's full lips.
"I've been engaged since I moved here. Since we moved here."
"And you never thought to mention that, huh?!" Suguru fervently asked the tall pink haired man, who carries on to casually eat his salad and smiles at their befuddled expressions.
"It was never a secret. None of you ever asked, and so, it was never brought up," Sukuna explains, as if that would be enough to satiate the curious minds of his friends.
"Oh fuck that—"
"What the hell—"
"You're kidding man—"
Toji, Satoru, and Suguru's words begin to come out in unison at Sukuna's statement as Sukuna simply shrugs, while wearing a wider smirk, and takes another bite of his salad.
'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let them know more,' Sukuna internally ponders at his friend's dramatic proclamations.
'Nah,' he tells himself as he continues, 'This is a lot more fun keeping them a mystery.'