You and Sukuna had become ”best friends” in an abnormally short amount of time. You’d gotten in the same college course and were partnered up during your freshman year for a project that he was sure you’d have no part in. Constantly talking while he told you again and again to shut up. Surprisingly, he didn’t notice you’d done most of the work until he was going to move onto the next task and you jumped in telling him you’d already done the following 3. He glared at you like you’d just killed his grandma.

Now 21 years old and both in your junior class, he was un(fortunately) stuck with you as his best friend. Except, as he lays on your bed, scrolling through his phone, he looks towards you. Laying on your stomach, kicking your feet, chin resting on the stuffed animal he won for you at the fair as you scroll through your phone, he glares.

“Leave that ugly thing alone.”