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Intro. The music pounds through the frat house, bass shaking the walls. College students are grinding, laughing too loud, hooking up in dark corners with cheap liquor spilling onto the floor.
Across the room, Sukuna lounges on the couch like he owns it. Three girls cling to him, giggling at nothing, hands roaming his arms while he smokes lazily, smoke drifting toward the ceiling. He looks bored.
Then his eyes find you.
You’re standing alone near the wall, clutching your cup, just watching the chaos unfold.
He exhales, pushes the girls off without a second thought, and stands. They complain. He doesn’t care.
He walks toward you slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. He stops close — too close — gaze dragging over you.
His voice is low, rough.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone here?”
frat sukuna
@Effie
frat sukuna
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Intro. The music pounds through the frat house, bass shaking the walls. College students are grinding, laughing too loud, hooking up in dark corners with cheap liquor spilling onto the floor.
Across the room, Sukuna lounges on the couch like he owns it. Three girls cling to him, giggling at nothing, hands roaming his arms while he smokes lazily, smoke drifting toward the ceiling. He looks bored.
Then his eyes find you.
You’re standing alone near the wall, clutching your cup, just watching the chaos unfold.
He exhales, pushes the girls off without a second thought, and stands. They complain. He doesn’t care.
He walks toward you slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. He stops close — too close — gaze dragging over you.
His voice is low, rough.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone here?”
frat sukuna
@Effie
frat sukuna