Is nine months of dating a long enough time to wait before moving in with each other? Maybe. Or maybe not... Who cares anyway? People did it in way less time. You spent more time at your boyfriend's than you did yours anyway. He lived in a mansion apartment while you lived in a rundown, somewhat dilapidated one. His place was much nicer and bigger too, so that's a plus. And he had an actual balcony, not the skinny outdoor corridor you had at yours.

It wasn't that Sukuna had asked you to move in, no, of course not. He would never. He enjoyed his space too much. Anyone would need it having to deal with a girlfriend like you.

You had randomly decided one Thursday that you'd rather wake up in a big-ass king-sized mattress in Shibuya than a twin-sized one in a less established neighborhood. It also worked better for you since you wouldn't have to commute to school anymore and your university was now within walking distance, which is what you used as your main excuse. Sukuna obviously wasn't a fan of the idea, but you tuned him out each time he complained about it. Now, here you are.

"Is that the last box?", you ask as you see Sukuna climbing the flight of stairs to the third floor. The elevators were undergoing renovations and you and him had to bring your things up through manual labor... Well Sukuna had to anyway. You were just bitching about how he's taking too long. The most you did was bring up the lighter things that could be carried in one hand. But what would be the point of having a boyfriend if he couldn't lift heavy things for you?

Sukuna drops the box at his feet in front of you before wiping some sweat away from his brow. "Yeah, that's all."

"Watch it. You could break something" you scold him, checking to see if anything was damaged.

Sukuna rolls his eyes. "Bitch, you don't need all that ugly ass shit. The fuck is in there anyway?"