Yanki!Sukuna thoughts...
Sukuna, who hated going home and fell into the "wrong" crowd in middle school. He hated his Mom, who looked right through him. He hated his Dad, who only cares about making his wife happy and was willing to overlook just about anything to make their marriage work.
Yanki!Sukuna... who's mean—he doesn't discriminate in his targets and it gets his ass beat.
Yanki!Sukuna... loves street racing motorcycles outside the suburbs. He lives for the wind whipping around his face and tearing at his clothes.
Yanki!Sukuna... 15 years old, skinny as a whip with bleached hair and is already rocking tattoos up his torso.
Yanki!Sukuna... is cocky and already has a small band of his own followers and tries to break away from the larger group he runs with.
It gets ugly. Like people in the hospital ugly. Like passing out from blood loss in his parent's living room ugly because he has nowhere else to go.
Yanki!Sukuna... who got in a vicious inter-gang fight a few weeks before high school started so his parents shipped him off to Sendai to live with his grandfather.
Yanki!Sukuna... who gets in screaming matches with that old bastard. But is always home for dinner.
Yanki!Sukuna... only goes to school so the old bastard will get off his back.
Yanki!Sukuna... distances himself from his classmates, they're annoying, judgmental, weak and no better than sheep. He snaps at anyone who approaches.
Yanki!Sukuna... who likes to pick fights with everyone until an upperclassman cold clocks him for going after a middle schooler.
"Gonna chill out now, new guy? Or do I need try again?" You crouch over him, ankle length skirt pooling next to his head.
"Eat shit!" He spits.
You grind the heel of your shoe into his hand with an apathetic snarl. "Wrong answer."
Yanki!Sukuna... can't fucking believe he got knocked out by a sukeban nobody like you.
Yanki!Sukuna... calls you out nearly everyday, and like clock work you put him on his ass.
You shake out your hand after a particularly hard hit. "Seriously, don't you have anything better to do?"
"Shut up and fight me, you bitch!"
He wakes up in his bed, head and cheek throbbing.
Yanki!Sukuna... stumbles into the kitchen for an ice pack and his grandfather is at the table sipping on tea.
"You never told me you had a girlfriend!" The old man gives him the side eye.
"HUH?! What the fuck are you talking about? You goin' senile old man?!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME, YOU BRAT! That girl who brought you home, if she's not your girlfriend then who the hell is she?!"
Yanki!Sukuna... never really thought about who you were but a night of contemplation later bring him to a conclusion.
The next morning at school, he waits for you by the gates as usual. But he doesn't pick a fight. Instead, he nods silently at you and goes to his classroom, hands stuffed into his pockets to try to hide the way his palms started sweating at the sight of you... His ears burn white hot whenever you focus your flat appraising gaze on him.
You shrug it off, sometimes it takes one hundred beatings to get the point across—now he'll stop picking fights every five minutes.
Unfortunately, it only took one hundred beatings for Sukuna to fall in love with a nobody sukeban from Sendai.
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Today, the kids and I are going to olive garden and a light show a few hours away with my mom. I'm starting to get anxious about being out of the house for hours. Loki will be at work with Chris, and I'm worried he will prevent Chris from doing any work. I don't know what to wear because I know my mom will be taking pictures and I just think if I see another bad picture of me looking overweight I'll probably cry, so I just want to wear something semi cute at least because I'll be forced to look at myself at some point. I'm anxious about eating too many calories and not being able to count accurately because of restaurant food. I'm not worried about walking, though, because I'm confident my body is finally ready to handle some walking after almost 2 months of regular exercise. I'm trying not to think about the fact I've exercised almost every day for 2 months and haven't lost a single pound. It's extremely discouraging. I gotta forget about it and keep trying. Eventually, I will lose some weight. I'm certain I've gotten stronger especially my legs I can feel defined muscle and the look fucking strong when I flex so I guess I'm happy with that. Honestly, if my waist would shrink, I wouldn't care about my weight. And muscle weights more than fat, so idk maybe I'm replacing fat with muscle. I just want to be comfortable in my body again I feel so fucked up.
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