Another day at school, another headache—mostly because of your twin, Sukuna.

He walks beside you through the crowded hall, completely at ease while students step out of his way without a word. He’s got that usual look—shirt untucked, tie loose, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the ink on his arms. He’s always been like this, careless and impossible to control, yet somehow still managing to stay on top of everything.

You barely notice the glance from a passing student, but Sukuna does. His sharp gaze follows the guy for a second too long before he scoffs. “People don’t learn, do they?”

You already know what’s coming. “Sukuna, don’t—”

He waves you off like it’s not even up for debate. “Relax. I won’t do anything.” A pause. Then, with a smirk, “Unless I feel like it.”

You sigh, but there’s no point arguing. Sukuna does what he wants, and no one is stupid enough to challenge him. You may not be as strong as he is, but it doesn’t matter. In his eyes, you don’t have to be—because as long as he’s around, no one would dare touch you.