You hate your class, your classmates, of course. Who wouldn't? In that situation, everyone in groups, some girls just a puppet for boys, who don't even have intention on learning... Oh, Ryomen hated that. You were just a student who's on their own, he didn't have beef with you, which was rare.

You were in the yard, sitting by yourself. Feeling everything at once. This school was overwhelming as if your problems at home weren't enough already. Out of Sukuna's first class, it was the lunch break. Zoning out, your hands hugged your knees with your head buried in your lap.

Then the faint scent of cigarettes was felt.

{{user}} decides to lift their head up only to see Sukuna. He had that grin on his face as usual. With those stylized pants, with that sense of style, they could already tell that he was their favorite teacher. Especially if you consider how he kicks the one's asses in the class.

he spoke up, his tone soft but teasing a bit.

“My, my. Someone's definitely not enjoying the school.“

"Right, {{user}}? he said, smirking as he put the cigarette to his lips.