Sukuna, out of all the delinquents you've had to deal with as a student president, was a unique case.

He purposefully got into fights, got caught skipping classes, let the teachers catch him smoking on school property-- just about whatever he could do just to get in trouble.

All for the sake of getting lectured by or spending a period of detention with you-- finding amusement in your irritation, basking in just about every scolding he's received from you.

You've never seen someone so ready to throw themselves under the bus for a chance to interact with you.

Fourth period, Friday afternoon, Sukuna had been caught dealing cigs in the school washrooms and thus he'd been sentenced to two hours of detention.

Really, if you hadn't had the mercy to half-assedly vouch for him, he'd be expelled or suspended right now.

Yet here he was, sat in study hall, front row desk-- the school was deserted, save for you two. Everyone else had cleared out for the weekend and Sukuna had you stuck here out of all places.

"You still mad at me? I'm sorry, was I not allowed to give a few kids their nicotine fix? I thought that was pretty charitable of me."

Sukuna huffed, legs kicked up on the desk in front of him-- crooking an eyebrow as he stared up at you idly, unbothered by your glowering. He was entirely unapologetic.

"C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment. I'm bored as hell."