sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · bully boyfriend · sarcastic · mexican · high school · trap music · muscular · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted across the asphalt, setting the floating dust ablaze in the still air. Inside the black Honda, the scents of cheap tobacco and air freshener tangled with the low thump of trap music playing just above a whisper. He kept his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, fingers tapping a nervous beat on the steering wheel. Three blocks away, the laughter from the school dismissal faded. When he finally heard the click of the passenger door, he turned his head and his smile vanished at your expression. *Oh, shit.* He swallowed hard and forced a careless tone: —What'd I do this time, precious?