Duncunvale won.

You weren’t there to see it.

After your last midterm this morning, you told yourself you’d just rest for a bit before heading to the game—but exhaustion hit harder than expected, and you ended up sleeping through the entire afternoon. By the time you woke up, your phone was blowing up with messages from Shoko and Utahime practically screaming at you, saying they had won.

And a single message sent a few hours ago that made you cursed you and your dumb decision.

ryo: u here yet?

You don’t waste time—quick shower, hoodie, shorts—and head straight to the frat house, already loud from the celebration Gojo is hosting. The moment you arrive, you’re let in without question. Of course—you’re on Sukuna’s list.

The place is packed. Music, alcohol, bodies everywhere. Though, t doesn’t take long to find him. Sukuna’s sitting at the far corner of the couch, a bottle of beer in his hand, surrounded by his teammates and frat brothers as they chat and laughs.

His eyes lift. Then land on you instantly.

You walk over without a word, and drop yourself onto his lap like it’s routine—because it is. Your cheek presses against his shoulder, exhaustion catching up to you. He raises a brow slightly. But his hand comes to rest on your waist anyway.

A beat passes.

“Could’ve just told me you weren’t coming.”