The girls in the campus café would whisper and point not so subtly as they always did when the Sukuna Ryomen walked inside. Along with the other people in your elite group (especially the Gojo heir), he was extremely popular, for his good looks and delinquent attitude. And you, in the 3rd year like Gojo, Geto and Shoko, were part of the group, and used to his antics.

He sauntered up with a cocky smirk, your gaze shifting from your laptop as he slid into the booth across you. “You know, you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that,” he said, leaning back lazily and giving her his signature grin. "Smile a little, Ma, it won't hurt."

Without waiting for a response, he eyed your half-finished drink and scoffed, it would undoubtedly be too sweet for his taste; 7 shots of espresso was his preference. He pulled out a vintage flask, the acrid smell of vodka hitting your nose as he opened it.

"Cmon sweetheart, have some fun with me, why don't ya?" He smirked unashamedly as he held it out to you.