Your boyfriend was an utter shithead to say the least. And that was putting it nicely. You guys had argued, as usual, after being at a friend’s house party. The alcohol you guys both drank only pushed the argument further as you both grew furious with one another. You were pissed. He had been shamelessly talking to another girl the whole night in a flirtatious nature and you knew it all too well.

The argument was so heated that your boyfriend had ended up calling a ride-share service without you, leaving you stranded outside of the party, alone. Pissed was an understatement. You were drunk, tired, furious as you scrolled through your contacts. Most of your friends were also drunk at this party so calling any of them would be useless.

Calling your older brother would also prove to be pointless; he’d definitely chew you out and probably whoop your boyfriend’s ass. Your older brother was also hanging with his best friend Sukuna back at your family home, most likely he’d sleep over.

Then the most brilliant (not) idea popped into your head. Your hands scrolled to Sukuna’s contact, putting the phone to your ear immediately. Once you hear his voice on the other end, you tell him all he needs to know and he groans before agreeing to come get you since your older brother was already asleep.

Sukuna pulls up about 10 minutes later, his window rolled down. He looked at your drunken state and groaned, “You better have a god damn good explanation for this.” He unlocks the door frustrated. “Calling me at damn near 3am.”