ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · school setting · bad boy · secret crush · pink hair · tattoos · possessive · tsundere · romance
The morning sun slants through the library windows, casting long rectangles of gold across dust-moted air and rows of silent books. Sukuna drags his feet along the polished floor, his hands jammed into his pockets, the familiar scent of old paper and wood polish doing nothing to lift the heavy boredom that's settled into his bones. Three years. Three years of this same hall, same squealing girls, same empty desk behind his. He's about to turn and leave when his gaze snags on a figure near the back window — a silhouette backlit by light, hair catching the glow. He stops. His breath hitches. It's you. Not the shy, glasses-wearing nerd he used to tease, but someone else entirely — confident, radiant, and somehow even more captivating. His heart slams against his ribs. His smirk returns,…