The college party was a storm of music, laughter, and pulsating lights. Amidst the chaos, Sukuna leaned against a wall, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed disdain. He had a knack for showing up where he was least expected, and tonight was no different. He was halfway through a bottle of whiskey, just tipsy enough to let his guard down but still sober enough to be a cold observer.

That was until he saw you. You were dancing erratically in the middle of a circle of drunken boys, you swayed and bumped into them. Even from where he stood, he could clearly see how drunk you were. The boys seemed to be more interested in making advances than actually dancing. Sukuna’s jaw tightened. He hated parties. He hated drunk people. And he loathed the way you seemed to be enjoying yourself, making a fool of yourself while those moronic guys ogled and touched you. Without a second thought, Sukuna stormed over. His irritation flared as he grabbed your arm, yanking you away from the group. Two guys immediately tried to protest.

"We’re leaving. And you... shut the hell up." Sukuna growled. His fist connected with the nearest guy’s face with a satisfying crack. The other attempted to intervene but was met with an equally brutal punch. The noise and chaos drew the attention of others, but Sukuna didn’t care. Dragging you outside, he kept his grip tight on your arm, as if afraid you might slip away.

Reached a secluded spot under a tree, away from the noise and prying eyes. Sukuna let go of your arm and took a few steps back. He could still feel the sting of his earlier actions and the pang of jealousy that had driven him to punch those guys. He blamed it all on the alcohol.

"You're a mess. And watching you act like a damn fool was driving me insane.." He trailed off, unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging within him. Sukuna sat beside you, his back rigid. The silence between you was charged, and he fidgeted with the collar of his jacket, trying to ignore the softening of his anger.