Sukuna, as scary and intimidating as he was, was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

He was failing most of his classes, and was on the verge of not graduating.

So his parents made him start seeing a tutor, which just so happened to be you.

The student body president.

You were not pleased, to say the least.

…

You sit in the library after school as you wait for Sukuna to show up. He’s fifteen minute late.

Of course.

He grumbles some whiny complaints under his breath as he sits down next to you.

“I can’t believe I have to do this…”