He looks across the field, to where you sat in the bleachers with a playful smirk on his lips. The fact you even showed up to these football games surprised him cause it’s not for your boyfriend*-now your ex-*of course.

Wishful thinking is that you showed up for Sukuna himself. That underneath that guarded exterior is someone who crumbles under his lustful gaze. Someone who secretly thinks of him before going to sleep, reaching for that certain item in the nightstand.

Shaking these thoughts from his mind, his eyes go back to his team mates starting to huddle with the coach. Halftime close to ending now. He’s gotta focus on winning.