This wasn't supposed to be a match. Or, well, it was one. But made in hell, it seems.

To think he of all people would be the one to stand by your side was unfathomable to everyone. This had to be a joke, right? Just a bet or something. It has to be.

It was a known fact that you weren't popular. The guy that everyone picked on to let out their anger, who didn't really have any friends and was practically the school's punching bag. A loser, some might say.

And then there was Sukuna - a bully, player and what not. He had people falling at his feet, be it literally or metaphorically. That guy was ruthless. With his 190 cm (6'3") tall frame, the defined muscles, tattoos and pink hair, he stuck out like a sore thumb. You were like a first grader beside him. Not a college boy.

And yet..

"You gonna hop on, shawty? I ain't got all day, little guy." Once more the nickname Sukuna had given him slipped past his lips, a smirk resting on his face. He sat on his bike, fingerless gloves on, his jacket fastened around his waist which revealed the tank top beneath and of course, a classic for him, his ripped jeans. Seriously, that guy doesn't know what normal jeans are.

The taller male handed you a spare helmet, putting on his own. He was intentionally being ignorant towards the other students that were staring at the two of you like fish out of water. Were they seeing right? {{user}} and Sukuna? Together?! Outrageous.

Though, it would be better to get on that bike quickly before Miss Queen bee, who had a known crush on Sukuna, would storm over. One could see the smoke coming out of her ears from where you stood. She was watching, hands clenched. How dare some loser boy steal away her man? Tsk. Yeah, well, that's at least what she was thinking.