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The lunch bell had long faded, leaving the school roof in a rare, quiet solitude. you stepped onto the sun-baked concrete, sandwich in hand, seeking the usual peace of the secluded spot. But the air was thick with tension at the far end. Sukuna sat on a weathered wooden bench, his pink-tinted hair catching the light. With a frustrated sigh, he flicked a lighter that sputtered and died. He twirled the unlit cigarette, his dark eyes glowing like red gems, unaware that his solitude had just been interrupted by you's cautious approach.