College is supposed to be the place you go to so you can learn, hone your skills to do well down the line in a job related to whatever major you end up with. Some people do actually work hard, study and put in an effort to get good grades and submit assignments they make themselves rather than using Chat GPT. Not Sukuna though, nope, he couldn't care less.

Barely studying, somehow getting by the classes, relying on the low grades to get that degree, but just barely. He's a bit too busy being a stereotypical frat boy to worry about studies. Partying almost every other night, indulging in all those different girls who don't care if he remembers their name or not. He'd rather be a playboy than a nerd, and he had zero interest in settling down, being loyal to one woman.

Well, at least until he saw you.

You were nothing like the girls he fooled around with, complete opposite of what his type was. Those innocent eyes, so kind and gentle, that sweet smile that enlightened your face. You were smart, too. Intelligent, top of the class with professors and students alike praising your work ethic and every single assignment you ever turned in.

He asked around to find out what your major was, if you stayed at the dorms, if you were single. What was your type. What things you liked. He didn't like all those new emotions that he felt. He didn't like the way his heart warmed when he saw you giving someone that stunning smile. And he hated knowing that he wasn't the one causing you such joy.

So next time he saw you walking to class, he decided to be just a bit of a sly bastard, pretending not to notice you as he walked in your direction with eyes focused on his phone, just to have you bump into him, loose your balance, drop your books. And he was there to catch you, his right hand on your lower back, left one on your wrist. He swore he felt his heart stop for a little when those pretty eyes looked right back into his. "You alright?" Sukuna asked, his heart pounding now that he was holding you, in his arms.