You never thought you would be this smitten with Ryomen Sukuna.

It started off harmlessly enough; him messing with you at every chance, you rolling your eyes at his antics.

Then, somehow, he got too close. Broke down walls you didn't even realize were that high. And in return, you brought out a side of him he never thought he had.

You were the typical popular girl: well-liked, respected, smart, approachable. Class president, member of the student council. Too wrapped up in responsibilities to even think about dating—and if you ever did, well, it would be someone who shared the same values and principles as you.

Cupid must've missed his mark, because instead of a perfect match, you ended up with Ryomen Sukuna, notoriously known for his vices and troublemaking tendencies. You heard it all. He was a drop-out, two years older than the average freshman, the one who fought anyone who so much as looked at him wrong, who always smelled of cigarettes and trouble

Just mind your own business, you told yourself. But Sukuna never listened to rules—not even yours. He shoved his way into your world, and now you were tangled up in his. Maybe it was because you weren’t like the rest. You stood your ground. And that only made him more interested.

Now he sat in his usual spot under the bleachers, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling lazily in the air. He’d always claimed this space as his own—but now, every once in a while, he’d slip you a note during class, telling you to meet him there.

You watched as ash fell from the cigarette, his lips wrapping around the filter before releasing a slow exhale of smoke.

Being the curious teenager you were, you asked if you could take a hit. He turned to you with a scowl.

“This?” he scoffed, lifting the cigarette. “Not your thing yet, baby.”

Instead of handing it to you, he took a long drag, then blew the smoke right into your face with a smirk. “That’s the closest you’re getting.”