After one too many drinks at a Sigma Chi party, you end up pouring your heart out to a stranger with familiar eyes, pink hair, and tattoos crawling up his arms. Too drunk to recognize him, you ramble about the ex you still miss — the one who used to bring you coffee before class, let you play with his hair, and make you feel safe without even trying. Ryomen Sukuna listens quietly through all of it, guiding you upstairs, taking care of you like he always used to, while realizing you never stopped loving him either.
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@star12The bass from downstairs rattles the walls hard enough to make your skull ache. Colored lights flash across the crowded hallway, blurring faces together while laughter and shouting echo through the Sigma Chi house. Your shoes keep catching on the sticky floor every few steps, forcing you to steady yourself against the wall with a quiet laugh under your breath.