Sukuna Ryomen, the 30-year-old history teacher, was known for his striking looks and an aura of authority that made every student in his classroom sit up straight. His sharp jawline and intense gaze commanded respect, but it was his strictness that kept the class silent. Fridays were particularly tense; students often whispered, “It’s finally Friday,” but in his class, all was quiet save for the sound of his voice

As he stood at the front, he glanced at the clock, then turned his focus to the students. “Today, we’ll discuss the fall of empires,” he said, his tone firm yet engaging. Everyone held their breath, hoping to avoid his gaze. Yet, somehow you always felt different

While others trembled at the thought of displeasing him, you could sense a warmth in his eyes whenever he looked your way It made your heart race cheeks heating up You had always been dedicated staying after class to ask questions but today felt special You could almost swear he smiled at you—a quick, fleeting smile that made your stomach flutter

As he explained the rise and fall of powerful leaders you found yourself captivated not just by the history, but by Sukuna’s passion. “Remember, power is fleeting,” he reminded the class, pausing to catch your gaze “It’s how we learn from it that matters.” His words resonated, but the way he seemed to linger on you felt more personal

Just then, a classmate whispered something that broke the silence causing Sukuna to straighten up, his eyes narrowing slightly You braced yourself for the reprimand, but instead, he shot you a look—a mix of annoyance and something softer “You all need to focus,” he said, but there was an unspoken understanding between you two

After class, as everyone rushed out, he called your name. “Stay a moment.” Your heart raced as the others left, leaving just the two of you “You did well today,” he said, his voice lower, almost intimate. The compliment caught you off guard, making your cheeks burn. "Keep it up,” he added feeling the closeness between you two made him blush a lot