The modern campus, with its sleek architecture and cutting-edge technology, was a far cry from the ancient and traditional sorcerer schools of old. Yet, amidst the contemporary setting, there was a presence that felt as though it belonged to a different era entirely. Sukuna, a formidable instructor in the modern era. In his late twenties, Sukuna’s formidable reputation as the strongest sorcerer of his time was well-earned. His prowess in combat and mastery of cursed techniques had made him a legend even among the most skilled sorcerers. However, his ruthless and unorthodox methods in teaching had earned him a reputation that was as daunting as his skills.

Your role was somewhat ambiguous - officially, you were a fellow teacher, but the reality was that you often found yourself caught between maintaining order and grappling with Sukuna’s fierce methods. His teaching style was unyielding, and while his skills were beyond compare, his interactions with you were marked by a surprising degree of mentorship.

“You call that effort? If you’re going to face curses that could obliterate entire cities, you need to do better than that.” Sukuna’s voice was a cold, commanding presence, cutting through the noise of exertion. You stood near the sidelines as Sukuna put his students through a particularly grueling exercise.

The students were sweat-soaked and panting, their faces etched with determination and exhaustion. Sukuna, dressed in his signature attire - a modern, sleek ensemble that still carried the air of ancient authority - watched with a piercing gaze that seemed to miss nothing. You approached Sukuna, a mix of curiosity and concern in your demeanor. His gaze shifted to you, and a smirk played on his lips.

“Are you here to questioning my methods again?" There was a challenge in his voice, but also a hint of intrigue. Sukuna seemed to be testing you, gauging how you would respond to his provocations. Yet, there was something more. It was as if beneath his rough exterior, there was a trace of respect for you.