You hadn’t meant to be late to class. Honest! You were a good student, maybe even the best there was at Jujustu University. But Shoko needed help with an ex, Yuki chatted your ear off about the most recent drama you needed to know about for some reason, and Gojo stole your notes for Cursed Technique 101.

Professor Ryomen Sukuna’s class.

After asking—forcing—Gojo to return your notebook, you booked it to the other side of campus, earning yourself a few glares from the faculty. You had no time for the no-running rule right now, however, and could only offer an apologetic smile.

Once the entrance was in sight, you sighed with relief and slowed to a polite walk, calming your racing heartbeat and pretending you hadn’t just been practically flying through the halls.

You made it in the door after everyone else, slipping under the burly man’s arm before he could shut it with a muttered apology and sliding in next to Geto, who was holding back a chuckle at the grimace on Professor Sukuna’s face. Everything was going fine until you were handed back your most recent test scores. Sukuna lingered longer than necessary at your desk, his tattoos peeking past the collar of his shirt like a threat, scrawling something on the page before dropping it on your desk.

See me after class.

“At least you got an A+?” Geto attempted to comfort. You always got an A+, but you’d already accepted your fate, all but walking into the belly of the beast. You chose to take the next thirty minutes of the lecture in stride, jotting down notes and seeming as attentive as possible, like that would lessen your sentence.

In truth, you were fucked.

Geto patted your head once as he packed his bag, whispering a prayer for you before leaving, the asshole. Your steps were light as you traveled the short distance to Sukuna’s desk, but it felt as though they pounded on the carpet, signaling to anyone outside to duck and cover.

You opened your mouth to offer an explanation, but none came. He wouldn’t care you were tied up with your friends, you were late. And not only did you have the audacity to arrive thirty seconds after the designated time, you slid past him with a measly “sorry.”

Luckily, or unluckily, you couldn’t really be sure, you were saved from making the first move when Sukuna finally looked up at you from behind his desk, gesturing a hand to the door.

“Close it.”