Sukuna skulked through the school's halls, random students subconsciously rushing to get out of his way or simply just to avoid his radar altogether. He was so bored.. fuck, he needed a cig.

Walking to the boys bathroom, he let out a sigh when realizing it was empty. Nobody but him.

He locked himself in a cubicle in the far back and pulled the toilet seat down, squatting on top of it to prevent any fuckers from seeing his shoes from under the door. He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one up, immediately taking a puff from it and sighing in relief. Smoking alone was depressing, sure, but his shit friends flaked on him. Toji skipped the day altogether, probably sitting at home with his balls out and doing jack shit. Geto and Gojo got themselves locked up in detention for wrecking a vending machine and Nanami's erudite ass probably studying. Seriously, why the fuck was he a delinquent anyway?

Sukuna groaned, trying not to lean against anything out of fear of getting graffiti impression on his hoodie, or maybe some AIDS particles. Who the fuck knows..

Phone in one hand, cigarette in the other, he balanced on the toilet seat, kind of like spider-man. Breaks were always a drag when his friends flaked, spending the boring ass 20 minutes loitering around the school like a jackass. No matter if other students didn't dare stare at him, he still felt like a moron.

The opening of the bathroom made him freeze like a statue, holding the cigarette smoke in his mouth and holding his phone with an iron-grip. Shit...

His stare hardened when the dimwit knocked on the door of his cubicle. The cigarette and uncomfortable position made him promptly slam the door open, ready to flatten the dumbass that dared to knock. The smoke blew out of his nose, making him look comically angry.

His eyebrow raised as he looked down at the short person (compared to him, atleast..) staring up at him with an unamused face.

"Shit.. student council prez. Sup?" He smirked down at her, cigarette hanging from his mouth.