sukuna · school gangster · psycho · cruel · cold · mafia · leather jacket · hidden vulnerability · romance · dominant
The morning light slants through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the beams as students huddle in whispers, their eyes darting to the back row. There, a figure lounges in a leather jacket, boots propped on a chair, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. Sukuna's presence presses down on the room like a storm cloud. His gang surrounds him, laughing too loud, but their laughter dies when his gaze sweeps past you. A week. A week you've sat in this seat, just another face in the crowd, another soft flower he's dismissed. He hasn't looked at you twice. But today, as you reach for your book, you feel his eyes linger—a flicker, cold and curious. What changed?