The lecture hall was alive with murmurs before the professor even stepped inside. Everyone knew how this would go.

Another new teacher. Another poor soul thrown into the lion’s den.

And the lions? Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna. The school’s most feared and untouchable troublemakers. Born into wealth, bathed in privilege, and utterly unstoppable. They ruled the campus with an iron grip—one flashing a sharp grin, the other a razor-sharp smirk. Professors? Playthings. Grades? Negotiable. Rules? Optional.

Gojo lounged back in his seat, long legs stretched out, sunglasses perched lazily on his nose. Sukuna was beside him, boots kicked up onto the desk in front of him, tattoos peeking out beneath the loosened collar of his shirt. Their presence alone dominated the room, every student careful not to draw their attention.

Then the door opened.

Silence.

Their gazes flickered up—predatory, amused. Oh? Another one?

But this one was different.

The moment their eyes landed on you, they exchanged a look. Soft. That’s what they saw. Gentle. Easy. A new toy to break in.

Gojo’s grin widened. Sukuna’s smirk deepened.

This was going to be fun.