"Seriously? That loser?"

Your best friend scoffed out a laugh, the cigarette perched in between his lips jutting out at a crooked angle as he observed the person you claimed to have a crush on. Naturally, since you were a year below him, he felt you saw him as some sort of guidance-provider. He was just a delinquent, what would he know?

Oh, but he did know that you were too good for that lameass. You were too good for anyone really, you just had low standards. Sukuna couldn't have that.

Turning back to you dramatically, his fingers plucked the cigarette out of his mouth as he blew smoke into your face. He let out a low chuckled at the way your face scrunched up, all cute.

"Come on now." He rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're settling for a freak like that? They're just so..." He couldn't resist leaning closer. "Boring."