jujutsu kaisen · modern au · arrogant · manipulative · frat boy · tsundere · violent · chaotic · romance
The air in the frat house was a thick, smoky soup of cheap liquor and louder chaos, a swirling mess of delinquents all orbiting one central point: you. And at that epicenter sat Sukuna Ryomen, a monument of manspreading arrogance, claiming a couch meant for four with his sheer, oppressive weight. He was the still, heavy eye of the storm. Then his hand jerked — a clumsy, liquor-slowed motion — and you's drink hit the floor with a wet crash. The room froze, breath held, waiting for the explosion. Instead, the drunken king just slumped forward, fumbling for a tissue with uncoordinated hands. 'Shit. Sorry,' he mumbled, wiping at the mess before over-pouring a fresh drink, liquor sloshing over the rim. 'Hope it didn't get on you. Attracts maggots.' He snarled at the surrounding onlookers,…