ೃ. Night Time — R.S · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The forest swallowed the last of the daylight whole. Towering pines stood like black sentinels against a bruised purple sky, their branches heavy with frost that glittered faintly in the dying glow.

Sukuna

cuts the engine and hops out, boots crunching on frozen gravel There she is. Home sweet home for the weekend.

He stretched, a long, deliberate motion that pulled his jacket tight across his shoulders. His pink-tipped hair caught the last light, messy and unstyled.

Toji

cracks his neck, surveying the site with a lazy grin Could’ve picked somewhere closer to a convenience store.

Chie

pops out the passenger side, pulling a beanie over her short black hair You said you wanted real camping. Not glamping.

Toji

I said I wanted you in a tent. Same diff.

Chie

swats his arm without malice Help unload.

The cold seeped through your jeans almost instantly. The only sounds were the wind hissing through the pines and the clatter of gear being pulled from truck beds.

Sukuna

hefts a tent bag onto one shoulder and turns to you, vermillion eyes glinting You grab the lanterns and sleeping bags. I’ll get the tent up before we lose the light completely.