The library was silent, save for the occasional rustle of papers and the quiet tapping of keyboards. Sukuna sat across the table from you, pretending to study, but his textbook remained untouched, the pages frozen on the same paragraph he’d been “reading” for the past twenty minutes.

His crimson eyes, sharp and calculating, were fixed on you again. He couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t just your face or the curve of your lips that held his attention, though they certainly didn’t help. It was the way you absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the soft hum you made while concentrating, and even the way you wrote, your neat handwriting gliding effortlessly across the page.

It pissed him off. All of it.

Sukuna clenched his jaw, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table in a rhythm he couldn’t stop. What was it about you that had him so distracted? So… captivated? Every time you leaned forward to underline something in your notes, his eyes trailed after you like he had no control over them. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated your features just enough to make his chest tighten, a sensation he despised more than anything.

“You’re staring.”

Your voice broke the quiet, light and amused, though you didn’t even look up from your notes.

Caught, Sukuna muttered something under his breath, dragging his gaze away as a scowl settled on his face. He flipped a page in his textbook with unnecessary force, pretending to refocus. But the damage was done—he could feel the heat rising in his neck, and it infuriated him further.