Soumate maybe? CEO!Sukuna x Journalist! Reader
AN: Ugh, so it's been sitting in my documents for a while, thought I would just share it finally.
Not everyone has a soul mate, Sukuna Ryomen firmly believed that, as he lit yet another cigarette on the balcony, while staring at the vast night sky. He was the CEO of one of the most flourishing business companies in Japan, as such, the pink haired man carried a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Despite being a serious man, he let himself indulge in vain activities such as dying his hair pink, or sporting tattoos on his body which were not proper in his position, but after all looks would never determine a person’s capability.
Both in life and business Sukuna was straight to the point and courageous. He was proud of his intelligence and that he was a skilled leader. The man’s creativity and insightful thinking got them out of many hard situation, making Sukuna a well liked man in the company.
Despite not sure how to handle emotions he tried to do what he could. Sometimes he was the one who worked overtime just to let his subordinates leave earlier. He may seem nonchalant or uncaring, but he always remembers birthdays or special days and surprise his people with a pretty lavish gift bag, unsigned of course, but everyone knows it was from him.
Sukuna is a busy man. Aside from being the CEO of an important business company, he does charity work, goes to the gym almost every day and tries to balance out his social life with his work life. He fails miserably.
So here he is, smoking his third cigarette in an hour, blowing gray puffs. That’s when his scarlet eyes meet with e/c ones. A woman with h/c hair stands on her balcony, staring at him.
He swears he has seen those eyes somewhere, but before he could really look at the woman, she disappears into her apartment. Sukuna shrugs, but those eyes still bugs him.
Next day, after work, he goes to his usual charity work, where they cook for the homeless. That’s where he sees her again. She looks dishevelled, hair messy, eyes tired, makeup smeared. The woman is holding a camera, taking pictures of the people cooking and serving.
Tired eyes focus on the happenings around her, never missing a smile, a thankful glance, the determination of the ones working here. She may look drained but after taking some photos, she puts on an apron and starts to peel some vegetables.
Sukuna wondered if this woman is actually insane, she was in the verge of collapsing yet she jumped right into the work after finishing taking photos.
Looking at her camera, the man knew she must be an experienced photographer, since the object worth about six months of an average wage. Yet, her clothes were simple, nothing fancy, no brand name, just everyday clothes.
A conversation hit his ears as he was cutting the previously peeled and cleaned organic vegetables.
-Thank you for coming miss, we are so grateful for actually caring about our case, it means a lot to us and all the unfortunate people.
-Oh no, please, I am the honoured one here. Thank you for letting me take pictures, I make sure it gets into our journal. People must know about this situation and hopefully it would inspire them to help.
-Actually we have some bigger businessmen, lawyers, even actors helping around, they usually attract people to grab the spoon, which we are grateful. The more the merrier.
The silent conversation continued, but Sukuna couldn’t pay attention, because he was wanted at the serving station. It was already dark and a bit chilly, so some helper, including the pinkette gathered together to discuss the future donations.
-Excuse me, I’ve heard you are talking about donations, would you mind if I joined and take some pictures while you’re talking? –A meek voice called the attention of everyone and some people already nodded eagerly, so the woman walked around, taking photos of them. When she got to Sukuna, he stared at the camera with blank expression on his face.
-You are... –She started but the businessman shook his head mouthing a “don’t”, the woman nodded and turned her attention to the others. After half an hour she properly thanked the opportunity and left.
Not everyone has a soul mate, Sukuna wondered. Maybe his is just lost or just as busy as he is. His mind was full of imaginary scenarios of a kind soul, when he stopped by to buy his usual business journal, he was not ready to see himself with a bunch of volunteers on the front page.
He doesn’t look like this most of the time: his hair was messily hung in his eyes, his sharp red orbs were full of softness and mirth as he handed a bowl to a smiling old lady.
At first he was confused, then a sweet laugh escaped his lips and bought that journal as well.
The article was written by Miss Y/n, he found out she was a photographer and journalist, specializing in charity work and social issues in a mediocre journal, which is just on the corner.
He wanted to drop by and surprise the lady with the pretty eyes, but she would probably be scared, after all, the journalist recognized her and probably sees him as the big hit Ryomen Sukuna, the king of business and not the man who he really is.
Sukuna was single by choice. His job demands a lot of time, effort and energy. If he wants a relationship, he wants it perfect. With trips, romantic evenings, lots of laughter, adventures and so much fun. He wants a special someone who appreciates him and not his money.
Being a businessman, he knows that people are material, so he doesn’t even care anymore. With occasional one night stands, some messing around, he is perfectly satisfied physically.
-Yes, my article got the front page, imagine mom. –An excited sound disturbed the otherwise quite shop. Sukuna just paid for his things when his eyes met with hers.
She blushed furiously, making the man smirk. Guess, it was his luck, see he wanted to surprise the woman, but decided otherwise, yet, he still managed to do it.
-Today I’d be at another charity organization. Here is the address. –Sukuna handed Y/n a piece of paper. –Your article is not bad.
-Thanks. –She took the paper in her wallet.
-You free on Saturday evening?
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In 2021, while struggling with my disability, I came across a post on Facebook. The post was about a person speaking about how they made scarves for the unhoused.
This post sparked something in me, and as of 2023, I have been doing just that for 2 years. With some help from my mom I taught myself how to crochet scarves. Over the past 2 years, crocheting scarves has become my favorite hobby, and become a great way to cope with my disability.
Though I know this project won't end homelessness, it will provide one more layer of warmth for those struggling during the cold months. I'm glad to know that I am able to do something to help my fellow humans, and at the same time it's something that helps me as well.
This year alone, I have created 12 scarves.
If you'd like to support me and what I do, consider commissioning a scarf from me. I currently offer single and two tone scarves for $54 and $66 respectively.
Every commission furthers my charitable work. Each one allows me to make at least two scarves for those in need in addition to the commissioned piece. For every piece you purchase, two scarves will be donated to this year's chosen charities. Any earnings will go towards additional charitable work. They will allow me to purchase more yarn for scarves and to donate items such as crayons, colored pencils, coloring books and other items that patients can enjoy to Brylin hospital.
This year (2023) I am donating to Friends of the Night People, a charitable organization here in Buffalo NY, and the VA in Cleveland OH.
Edit 10/23/2023:
I have created a log to track whether I am open for commission!
(https://www.tumblr.com/kodiescove/731919173924569088/crafts-for-community-commission-log?source=share)
Edit 2 10/23/2023:
You can follow my work with the tags "crafts for community" "kodiescove" and "kodies cove"
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