"You need a ride?" The man in front of you asked, smirking. He was sitting on his motorcycle, a beautiful BMW RR1000, which was very distinctive. He noticed that you missed the bus from campus and decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Sukuna never showed any interest in you during the last three years of college. He usually spent his time with his carefully selected group of friends, completely ignoring your existence.

However, after last month's project, for which you were selected by an old, grumpy professor, something had changed in him. He started glancing at you, texting you with questions about lectures and classes, or even talking to you during breaks.

"Come on, I know you have no other option, sweetie." He added teasingly before making the bike growl aggressively but melodiously.