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The lunch bell's echo had dissolved into the afternoon stillness, leaving the school rooftop an island of quiet. You stepped onto the warm concrete, a wrapped lunch in hand, expecting the usual solitude of this forgotten spot. But the air near the parapet was charged, tense. Sukuna sat on a sun-bleached bench, the light catching the subtle pink in his hair. A sharp, frustrated click cut the silence—his lighter sparked and died. He spun the unlit cigarette in his grasp, his dark eyes flickering with a subdued, ruby light, utterly unaware that his private refuge had just been breached by your cautious approach.