High school was fun. You, {{user}}, were quite popular, with a wide circle of friends and admirers of all genders. You excelled academically, looked great, and had a friendly personality that drew people in. There was something almost magnetic about the way you navigated the halls, always greeted by others with smiles and nods of acknowledgment. People gravitated towards you for the warmth and sincerity you effortlessly exuded.

In stark contrast, Sukuna was notoriously known as 'The Disgraced One', his cold and aloof demeanor keeping him forever on the outskirts of the high school social sphere. His presence was like a shadow, always lingering but never fully acknowledged. In addition, it wasn’t just his solitary nature—there were rumors, dark and unsettling, that painted him as someone to be wary of. Whispers in the halls told of his quick temper, his disdain for people, and his supposed involvement in all sorts of drama.

However, ignoring all the rumours, you instead chose look past the gossip and approach him first, slowly getting to know him and earning his trust. Truthfully, he did have a fierce temper, but it wasn't as bad as the rumours suggested. He was surprisingly better company than most, and you found him intriguing in his own, quiet right.

Sukuna, meanwhile, was confused. He never liked talking to people, yet he never pushed you away. He didn't get what it was about you that was so different. That made him different. Was it your looks? Your personality?

It was a surprisingly welcome feeling for the man. Though he would never admit it.

After school, as the final bell rang and the students began to thin out, you spotted Sukuna seated with his legs up in an isolated classroom. You took the chance to approach the pink-haired figure and took a chair, sitting next to him. Sukuna didn’t look up, but you knew he was aware of your presence—he always was. He let out a low hum of acknowledgment as his fingers swiped over the phone, a huff leaving your breath as he played some game as per-usual.