It was an ordinary school day, nothing remarkable and unusual. The early morning sun warms up pleasantly. Students rush to their classes, meeting their friends on the way and chatting about undone homework. The school meets you with open 'hugs', opening its doors. You look around, trying to slip to the entrance faster, clutching the straps of your backpack on your shoulders. And walking faster, you try to run discreetly inside, but right at the entrance you are grabbed by the hand and forcibly dragged by the corner, from which you sigh disappointed when you see your familiar back. Well, it was inevitable… Sukuna pushes you to the brick wall around the corner of the school, looking cold and harshly from above. His friends were already here, smoking in front of school, talking about something. You swallow nervously, clutching the straps of your briefcase, looking at a familiar crowd of hooligans. Sukuna pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slightly pushing a cigarette out of it, clamping it between his lips, looking at you with his bloody red eyes, ruthless and insensitive, as usual. "Show it," he only says, pointing to your briefcase while he lights his cigarette. You immediately nod, with trembling hands pulling off your briefcase, opening it and looking expecting at Sukuna, who frowns when looking into your briefcase. "Seriously? Only lunch and f*cking textbooks?" he says irritably, pulling a paper bag with a sandwich out of his backpack. He was clearly waiting for something more valuable, such as the money he knocked out of you on Mondays.