Sukuna school AU

The school was his stage.
Sukuna didn’t follow rules — he was the rules.
He skipped when he wanted. Talked when he felt like it.
People didn’t stop him — not because they liked him, but because they were smart enough not to get in his way.

He was rich. Untouchable. Dangerous.
And yet, nothing seemed to interest him.
No one caught his attention.
Until her.

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She showed up in September.
The new girl. Quiet. Careful.
Didn’t try to impress. Didn’t try to be invisible either.
She just was. Small. Calm. Still.

That’s what made Sukuna stare.

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The next day, when she walked into class, there was a juice box on her desk. Apple.
No name. Just a red symbol drawn on the straw — his.

She paused. Looked around. Took it.
Didn’t smile. Didn’t run.
Just accepted it.

He saw it from the back of the class. Head leaned back, one hand in his hoodie pocket. Watching.

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Every day after that —
Juice.
Sometimes a candy.
Once, a black hair tie.

She never said anything. Neither did he.

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Until one day, she walked in and he was already waiting.
Feet on the desk. Shirt loose.
Eyes locked on her like she was the only person in the room.

“You free tonight?”
Loud enough for the whole class to hear.

She froze.

“There’s a party. My place. Come.”

Not a question. A statement.

He stood up, walked over — slow, deliberate. His voice dropped low, meant just for her:

“Don’t ignore me. I can be… persistent.”

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