Rekindled Sukuna x Reader

The Charity Gala

"I have brand deals lined up for you Sukuna, and many of them are depending on this. Just show face and donate." his manager informed. "Plus, you have a game coming up and some of your benefactors will be there." Nanami added.

His manager gave you a small smile, trying to be pleasant but not quite pulling it off. "And as for you, Ms. Y/N, enjoy the evening."

Namami's calm, calculated and stern voice was respectful and courteous as he attempted to treat you civilly. It was hard to not want to keep your distance due to his intensity.

He was more harsh than most people, not that you could fault him. The job was demanding. A lot was riding on Sukuna, and as the PR advisor and head of the athlete's management company, everything went through the stern individual. Nanami wore a constant frown most times, having been made to deal with the stubborn player, almost on a daily basis.

At least, he was friendly to you...well now. Initially, he regarded you coldly, describing you as a liability. Of course, he wasn't thrilled to hear your relationship became public. But he had no choice but to go with it as a cover up for the fight scandal. In the end, he was rather satisfied by the results.

Now, he considered you an asset, something positive the player had going for him and could not object or complain as his client's relationship actually made his PR image better— it made him appear more human. Most of his fans now adored your sweet relationship, and your humble, modest, and pure qualities made you the total opposite of Sukuna and added a light contrast. The media went crazy.

You nodded to the man with a sheepish, anxious smile, doing your best to look pleasant. You gripped your partner's hand in reassurance, looking forward with nerves. You shifted slightly in your seat as the car kept driving forward, ensuring yourself that things will go smoothly during the evening.

You took a moment, staring out of the tinted glass at the beautiful scenery outside. The man next to you sat, his large form completely relaxed.

Even as the vehicle reached The MacArthur where the Charity Event and Gala was taking place, you stayed silent and a tad anxious, fearing you would ruin something. You really hoped this evening went well.

Sukuna relaxed and watched calmly as you fidgeted. You tried to compose yourself as the car rolled to a halt.

"It's a masquerade, you'll need these," Nanami reminded, handing you both a mask. Sukuna rolled his eyes and sneered, "Yeah, no. I'm not wearing a fucking mask."

"It's just for one night babe," you pleaded. Sukuna's smug smirk faltered at your quiet begging. He rubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head in frustration.

"This whole gala is bullshit... Ugh, fucking masquerade or whatever it's called..." he snarled bitterly.

His crimson orbs met Nanami's blue ones. He had been reluctantly outvoted.

Sukuna grabbed the mask and glanced down.
It had intricate details and beading that you had come to enjoy, similar to a Venetian style masque. You gently snatched his from his loose grip and began carefully strapping the elastic string securely behind his head and took a deep breath.

Sukuna snorted disdainfully but allowed you to slip the mask onto his tattooed face and fix his messy tresses. You gave it a once-over, nodding in approval, agreeing that it completed his look perfectly.

It brought out his features nicely.

The dark and luxurious color complimented and defined the sharp, chiseled lines of his jaw.

"You look hot though," you noted teasingly. The comment caused his scowl to ease slightly. You leaned in and gave a peck to his bottom lip and earned a raised eyebrow and smug grin, causing your heart to do a little dance.