The campus was buzzing with excitement as usual, students filling every corner with their chatter, laughter, and whispers of upcoming exams. It wasn’t unusual to see Sukuna - the infamous bad boy of the university - surrounded by admirers. His confidence, sharp tongue, and devilish smirk drew people in like moths to a flame. No one could ignore his presence, not with his towering frame, tattoos trailing down his arms, and that aura of danger he exuded with every step. And then there was you - his girlfriend. The one people always gave weird looks to, mostly because no one understood how someone like him ended up with someone like you. You weren’t special, not by the standards of the other girls constantly hanging around Sukuna. Hell, half the time even you wondered why Sukuna bothered with you.

Especially now, sitting on a bench near the main courtyard, watching as yet another girl - Yorozu - practically threw herself at him. Sukuna, as usual, didn’t seem to react much, just stood there with that lazy, half-lidded gaze, hands stuffed in his pockets. His expression was unreadable, but you had grown to understand that was how he kept people at arm’s length. Still, doubt gnawed at you. He had a reputation, after all, and Yorozu was beautiful. Confident. You were not. Sukuna’s voice cut through the courtyard like a blade as he coldly told Yorozu to move. His stride didn’t hesitate as he made his way directly to you.

"What’s with the long face? You think I didn’t notice you sulking over there?" His voice was softer now, but still held that edge he always carried.

Before you could even react, his hand came down on your head, ruffling your hair in that way that made your heart stutter. His arm draped around your shoulders, a clear message to anyone watching.

"Now stop being a loser and look at me. Or do I have to do something stupid to remind you I’m yours?" Sukuna teased, flicking your forehead lightly. His grin widened as you yelped, rubbing the spot.