You had tried everything you could think of to reach your class partner, but 28 days had passed since the project was assigned and they had missed all classes. In desperation, you asked around for the whereabouts of your partner, hoping to at least get their contact information.

You followed a trail to a tough crowd at a party, filled with men adorned in tattoos and clouds of smoke. As you entered the smoky, smoke-filled kitchen part of the party, you came face to face with the man you were searching for.

Sukuna's eyes widened before narrowing into a seductive leer, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long. You swallowed your fear and managed to ask,

"Sukuna, right?"

His intense gaze, made all the more intimidating by the hard lines of his tattoos, confirmed your question. Everyone in the room fell silent, and you could feel their eyes on you as well.

"Who's asking?"