DIASOMNIA .ᐟ
⟢ ONE SHOTS
collecting dust . . .
⟢ DRABBLES
a dance fit for royalty malleus
⋆.˚ synopsis. you and malleus dance
⟢ HEAD CANNONS
house wardens helping you take your baids out pt. 2 azul, vil, idia malleus
⋆.˚ synopsis. it’s been 3 months since you’ve gotten your braids done. it’s finally the day you’ve been dreading; the day you have to take them out. luckily, your dear boyfriend is (hopefully) there to help! hopefully he’ll make the process more quick and fun!
can i draw you? silver, idia
⋆.˚ synopsis. you’ve been dealing with art block for a while, nothing seems to ignite your creativity anymore but then you see him. boom. you want to draw him
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how to (not) get the guy you want!
☆ step six ; impress him! not with looks but with food
cw - death jokes, long chapter
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6pm rolled around faster than you wished. you wondered if you could skip out on this ordeal to save you any semblance of face, just the thought about seeing sukuna’s scary—very attractive—face sent shivers down your spine.
it even made you think inumaki and yuuta actually prayed for you.
you shook the thoughts out of your head, your nerves really making you go stupid enough to even think that. with sudden vigor, you marched your way to the football field—obviously not without stopping at the vending machine on the way. what type of snacks like sukuna like? or does he even eat snacks at all? does he really eat women—
“okay, yeah. i’m losing it” you mumbled to yourself, dragging a hand down your face, practically glaring at the snacks displayed beneath the glass.
“um, excuse me.” you heard a voice behind you say. you flinch, whipping your head around and coming face to face with the exact same person you met—not really met but you saw them—the other day.
you squint. it wasn’t the one laughing, no, that was the other white haired one. the one you swore you hated even though you don’t know him. this one was the other white haired one, shorter and seemingly more mature than that other bastard.
“oh, uh, sorry.” you muttered, quickly stepping to the side. a wave of embarrassment flooding your body.
“it’s no problem. you’re on your way to see sukuna, aren’t you?” they glanced over at you for a quick second before pressing a few buttons on the vending machine.
you blink at them. how the hell did they know? was it written on your back? hey! i’m going to see sukuna after embarrassing myself in front of him!
“that look on your face. you’re wondering how i know, aren’t you? i remember you and.. what you did.” they cleared their throat before continuing, a sudden faint blush on their cheeks. “i’m uraume, a close friend of sukuna’s.”
you nodded stiffly, glancing around anywhere and everywhere to not look uraume in their eyes. “uh.. yeah.. i’m yuu, pleasure to meet you, i guess?”
you secretly cursed yourself for how awkward you sound. but could it really be blamed? the whole situation felt awkward, but if this was how one of sukuna’s closest friends, just imagine how awkward it would be to talk directly to sukuna.
“the pleasure is mine.”
your eyes discreetly looked at uraume, their eyes meeting yours almost instantly. scary! they had a small smirk on their face, arm stretched out and holding out the most pinkish bag of strawberry pretzels you ever seen.
(it’s like a unicorn designed the bag, when the hell did the school vending machine carry these?)
“before you ask, sukuna likes these. you should give it to him when you see him.” uraume explained, urging you to take the bag.
you took the bag from them with a slight hesitation. “oh, thanks. do you do this to all the people you run into that’s trying to get his attention?”
“no, just you unfortunately.”
“oh.”
uraume shrugged, no wonder they were considered one of sukuna’s closest friends. so cold!
“well.. i’ll be off now, good luck with sukuna.” uraume said with a slight bow, dismissing themselves as they brushed passed you.
—
after that fateful encounter with uraume, the time flew by faster than you hoped. a whole thirty minutes passed after you were supposed to make your impromptu visit to sukuna.
you weren’t a runner, the track team would’ve denied your try-out before you could even attempt. but today, you were. your legs carried you farther than your brain could keep up, as if you were running on autopilot.
it didn’t take long, reaching the field was merely ticking off one part of your list. you still had way more to do now.
the field was absolutely huge, bigger than you thought. luckily for you, it was fairly empty. of course it was, the football team was practicing, an actual game wasn’t happening.
even so, you couldn’t see sukuna anywhere. you were determined to see him at this point, you did not run a whole marathon for nothing.
scanning the field, you tried looking for that familiar tuff of pink hair. maybe yuuji was lying to you? that couldn’t be right, the boy had no lying bone in his body. maybe you were just too late.
“the hell do you think you’re doing?”
you’d have two pennies for the amount of times people jumpcared you from their voice alone. it wasn’t a lot, but the fact it happened twice in the same day is questionable.
the voice was familiar though, you whipped your head around (the risk of whiplash is getting higher!) coming face to face with that familiar scowl you’ve grown to be crushing on.
“oh! sukuna—uh, shit. here! uraume told me to gives these to you when i go and apologize again and i’m here to.. apologize again, for the other day but i don’t know if you forgot so—“
“you talk a lot,” sukuna interrupted you, a bored expression on his face. you were always told you had a habit of running your mouth under pressure. “i don’t care, ‘m over it. you came this way for nothing.”
you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “yeah, probably but it was eating me alive. just accept my second apology, please and thank you.”
sukuna shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. he stared down at you, totally freaking you out. you couldn’t make out his expression at all or gain any sense to what he was thinking, it was weird!
“fine, whatever. i accept your apology.” he finally said after an excruciating long beat of silence. “though, i hope you know there’s other ways of getting my attention than doing the shit you did the other day. remember that next time.”
that was it. he snatched the pretzels from your hands, smirking at the look of pure shock on your face, heading off to the other side football field to meet with his team.
srry for a super long wait, writers block is beating my ass rn
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