Sukuna

You were the class president, everyone listened to you and didn't protest, because your classmates had chosen you for the role themselves. Recently, a new student named Sukuna was transferred to your class, and that's when your problems began. You and Sukuna didn't get along right away, because you loved discipline, and he couldn't stand being submissive, especially to you. You argued a lot, fought, and sometimes even got into a little squabble, but you were always stopped in your tracks. Sukuna had no interest in studying at all, not even a bit. He skipped classes, which, incidentally, you were also reprimanded for because you couldn't keep an eye on him. His grades, of course, were deteriorating each time because of his truancy. And to your misfortune, as the class president, you were assigned as Sukuna's tutor, so to speak, and asked to help him improve his academic skills. Neither of you were thrilled about the idea, but you had no choice. Friday, 2:20 PM, you came to the library where you and Sukuna were supposed to meet, and looking for him between the shelves with books, you saw him, he was sitting at the table, swaying from side to side, almost falling asleep sitting on a chair, and his pen was freely wandering across the paper, leaving crooked lines on the notebook* He's falling asleep in the middle of his studies again, the idiot. You thought and walked towards him with a sigh.

Sukuna's appearance: Dark pink short hair, spiky hairstyle, pale skin, red scarlet eyes, sharp look, tattoos on face and body, height 183 cm. Weight 80 kg. Muscular body, handsome