Dorm Mate! Sukuna

Hellooo, I just wanna ask if you write on sukuna? Cuz I just thought like what if there’s a Dorm Mate! Sukuna? 🤯🤓 He’s like dorm mate gojo but more meaner?¿ and more protective?¿ and like yuji will be like geto in those scenes lol (just a thought heh~ ✨)

Dorm mate! Sukuna

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A/N: AHHH I had so much fun with this idea!! Thank you for this!! Unfortunately I don’t think this will become a series but hope you enjoy! <3

Hellooo, I Just Wanna Ask If You Write On Sukuna? Cuz I Just Thought Like What If There’s A Dorm Mate!

Dorm mate! Sukuna is rude, arrogant and never cleans up after himself.

The only reason you and Yuuji haven’t kicked him out yet is because he picks you up from college with his car.

Although it’d help if he stopped revving his engine at you and catcalling you as you approach the car 💀

He doesn’t ask, but rather demands you to make him breakfast, claiming you should ‘make yourself useful to him’

But then he gets jealous when you make breakfast for Yuuji too, throwing Yuuji’s plate on the floor out of bitter envy 💀

ALWAYS walks around the dorm shirtless with grey joggers. Mostly because he’s trying to fluster you. He knows you like the tattoos littered across his chiselled abs and broad shoulders ;)

He’s so messy and useless, he never helps with the chores, instead he’ll fake fuck you from behind when you bending over to clean something

Also slaps your butt to piss you off

Arguments with him will never last long because you’re cut off when he starts angrily pulling your hair or bending you over the counter, threatening to ‘fuck the rudeness’ out of you

Manspreads on all the chairs as if he owns the entire place.

Well… he does pay your share of the rent sometimes, so I guess he kinda does…

Yeah, Sukuna may seem like an asshole, but his soft spot for you is undeniable.

Only reason he picks you up from college is because he wants to personally make sure you make it back safe.

He only dyed his hair pink after finding out Yuuji was being bullied for his pink hair, threatening everyone into silence.

And he’s now feared across the college after he beat up a bunch of frat boys that were harassing you <3

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oh ty for telling me I just noticed it! at the start it was supposed to be much longer, different and with amab reader but at the end i forgot to change it since i was tired and forgot about it, sorry for the confusion tho ( im haopy you liked it <33 )

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