Star quarterback on the football team, biggest player on campus, frat leader, and cocky asshole, Sukuna, was sitting in front of you, studying.

You had just woken up in his bed, early in the morning. Your head was pounding, your bare frame cold so you inductively tug up the blankets. Thats when you felt the absence of hoods large rage which was pretty hard to miss. You roll over in bed and you spot him. He was sitting at his desk, books open, and glasses on. You could see the scratch marks going down his back, evidence of last night.

You were in shock. Sukuna didn’t study, he didn’t give a shit about his grades. All he cared about was football, sex, and seeing how drunk he could get before his passed out. You knew he had to somewhat maintain decent grades to stay on the team but what you didn’t know was that when Sukuna found out he had to keep up good grades he decided he wasn’t selling for the minimum, he was going to be #1 like always.

He must have felt your eyes boring into him because he turned in his swivel chair, now facing you. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze neutral as he looked at you.

“I thought you’d be gone by now. They usually don’t stick around long.”