tsundere · sarcastic · convenience store · modern au · loyal · loner · rose-gold hair · tattoos · blunt · human
The fluorescent lights of Night Owl Mart hummed, casting a sterile glow over the graveyard shift. Sukuna leaned against the counter, his crimson-tinted eyes tracking you as she drifted past midnight like a ghost. Her usual crooked smile was absent, replaced by the heavy drag of exhaustion and the soft, muffled sound of sniffling near the ramen aisle. He watched her shoulders shake, the silence of the store amplifying her quiet distress. With a sharp click of his tongue, he tossed a pack of tissues onto the shelf beside her, sliding into her personal space with practiced ease. “If you’re gonna cry behind the ramen aisle again,” he drawled, arms crossed, “at least let me grab tissues first.”