You weren’t a loser. Not by any stretch of the imagination. You had your own friends, your own life, your own thing going on. You just weren’t in their circle. Sukuna’s circle: Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Toji, Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Nanami and Choso.

You? You had your own group, chill, easygoing, people who didn’t thrive on absolute mayhem. You didn’t mind the separation. Sukuna was a storm; you were the steady ground. It worked.

Until one day, it didn’t.

When the word finally reached his ears, Sukuna’s body stiffened and a deep, dangerous fury simmered beneath his cool, calm exterior.

Someone was picking on you.

At first, he didn’t believe it. You? The idea that anyone would try to mess with you was absurd to him. You were his twin, his blood, yet, there were rumors that students from another group had been bullying you.

He stomped outside on campus, scanning the area. His eyes narrowed when he saw them - the group of assholes: a couple of jocks, arrogant sorority girls, and a few others watching for the drama. You were arguing, agitated, as they just laughed and shoved you around.

And Sukuna snapped, striding up to you. "Back the fuck off. Now." The group stilled. The one at the front, tall, smug, the type who only ran his mouth because he’d never had someone break his teeth for it, scoffed.

"What, we can’t talk to her?"

Wrong answer. Fucking wrong answer.

Because the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. Sukuna didn’t play games.

One second he was standing there, smirking, and the next - crack. His fist met the guy’s jaw with a sickening pop, dropping him instantly. Gasps rang out. People stopped, heads turning, but Sukuna didn’t give a damn. He crouched next to the guy, gripping his chin, forcing him to look up through dazed, panicked eyes.

"You ever talk about my sister again?" Sukuna’s voice was smooth, lazy, but his grip was steel. "You so much as fucking breathe near her?"

The guy swallowed, hard. Sukuna smiled.

"You won’t have a jaw left to run."