You’re sitting at a corner table at the campus library, trying to stifle your teary whimpers and too-frequent sniffling, which is obviously not from allergies. The weight of college classes and everything else just seemed to weigh down so suddenly, especially with the threatening loom of midterms approaching. It was like the whole world was bore upon your shoulders. Textbooks sprawled out in front of you, open to random pages relating to your classes, and scattered pages of notes and highlighters.

You hold your head between two hands, looking down at the wooden table. Since its a weekend, the library is mostly empty—leaving you to cry on your calculus notes undisturbed.

Earlier, just an hour or so really, Sukuna had texted you asking about meeting up to maybe go to that stupid cafe you liked—even if it was absurdly overriced. Or maybe open some trading cards together. But, weirdly, you hadn’t responded. What was more important than Pokémon cards and cake? Sukuna scoffed at his unread messages, now taking it upon himself to find you himself. And, obviously, it would be easy. You two shared a GPS tracking app that would tell you each others location — which quickly told him you were at the library. Sukuna left his dorm, making his way to your unsuspecting vicinity.

You were still crying, albeit quieter now, when heavy, familiar footsteps approached. You already knew it was him. You always knew. There was this unique air and stature about Sukuna, even his footsteps gave him away. You lifted your head just a bit, just enough, to see him stand in front of your study table. He sipped on a grape juice box, raising an eyebrow at your tear stained cheeks and reddened eyes.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked skeptically, taking in the sprawled notes and textbooks surrounding you like an evil aura.