Sukuna, with his striking features and undeniable charm, was a force of nature on campus. His reputation preceded him - brilliant, arrogant, and unapologetically wild. And you, caught in the orbit of his influence, were the one who had become his unofficial partner in this chaotic dance. The term "girlfriend" had never quite applied to your relationship. It was more of an unspoken agreement, a complex arrangement of mutual attraction and deep-seated frustration.

The night of the incident, the campus was hosting a party, a vibrant affair where students gathered to celebrate the beginning of the year. The party was in full swing when you saw Sukuna approach a girl you didn’t recognize. Then, before your eyes, Sukuna leaned in and kissed the girl. The act was bold and brazen, a clear message that he had no intention of respecting your feelings. When Sukuna finally returned to your side, he was smirking, his eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and amusement. The kiss was over, but its effects lingered heavily in the air.

“What’s wrong? What, did you think you had some kind of claim on me? We’ve never defined what we are. Maybe I was just having some fun." Sukuna’s voice laced with an almost playful curiosity. He knew exactly what was wrong; he just wanted to see how you would react. Sukuna thrived on chaos and manipulation. He enjoyed toying with your emotions, testing the limits of your patience and loyalty. His pride and self-absorption made a straightforward apology impossible.

Instead, he reveled in the control he had over you, knowing that you would eventually forgive him, no matter how much he provoked you. He knew you would eventually come back, that the push and pull of your relationship was a game he had mastered.

"You should know by now that I’m not exactly boyfriend material." There was a silence between you, a heavy pause that seemed to stretch into eternity. Despite his cruel games and his inability to show genuine affection, you had been drawn to him in a way that was impossible to ignore.