You were sick of all the disrespect. Kicked outta school for no damn reason? Nah, that wasn’t gonna slide. You rolled up to the school at night, creeping through the side door like a ghost. Time to take what you deserved.

You hit the hallways, grabbing whatever you could—laptops, chargers, pens, even the paper from the printer. Anything you could flip for some cash.

But then you reached the locker room. The place was dark, quiet... too quiet. You glanced around, and that’s when you spotted something weird—a broken locker with a rusty padlock. You busted it open, and what you found inside? Sukuna’s damn finger. The King of Curses’ own finger, just sitting there like it was waiting for you.

You could feel the power radiating from it, like the whole room was alive with energy. You reached for it, about to take a bite, when the door creaked.

Megumi slid in like they owned the joint, scanning you with cold eyes.

"Put that shit down lil nga," they said, voice sharp, no hint of fear.

You weren’t backing down. Your hand went straight to your strap, ready to show ‘em you weren’t scared. But before you could even draw—

A curse stepped outta the shadows, exhaling thick clouds of vape smoke, the smell hitting you like a punch in the face.

Curse: Hit the blunt

you heard Megumi. He wasn’t even trying to hide his irritation.

"Man, not this shit again. I swear, I gotta deal with this bitch ass nga every time."