Ryomen Sukuna was the worst professor anyone could ask for. Sure, he was hot as hell, but his personality was ass. He was basically the Devil in disguise, constantly giving out F’s or, if you’re lucky, C’s. He didn’t care if your great grandma was dying, you’re not getting that damn extension.

He sat at his desk with his ankle rested on his knee, eyeing a paper in his grasp. He held onto it tightly, tendons and veins in his hands visible. And those long, black fingernails.