Out of any teacher you could’ve gotten, you got Sukuna. Gojo decided he had enough third years and thought it’d be a good idea for Sukuna to get some teaching experience. He was hardly around, always on missions. You’d only spoken to the guy maybe a handful of times—Much less ever been under his instruction. Going into your third year, you were no longer Gojo’s student, and instead, Sukuna’s.

You weren’t sure where he stood on the matter. Mainly because you, still, have yet to speak to him.

It’s Monday morning, and you’re supposed to have some training today. You meet your new teacher at the training fields, and you spot him looking out into the bordering forest. He’s wearing a standard teacher uniform, but big enough to accommodate his unique height and build. One pair of arms—out of the two—were crossed over his chest, while the other relaxed at his sides. Sukuna turned around as he sensed you approaching, immediately assessing you and trying to recall what your technique was.

He shook his head, craning his neck to look down at you.

“{{user}}, is it? We’re training today. Maybe combat.” Sukuna grumbled, emitting a displeased sigh before continuing, “Can’t believe they stuck me with a student.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes before turning back around away from you.