Ryomen Sukuna

The corridos tumbados blasted from the black pickup truck parked outside the university, so loud the bass made the windows vibrate slightly. The truck was still covered in ranch dust and smelled of cigarettes, leather, and expensive cologne.

Sukuna was leaning back in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other absentmindedly fiddling with a lighter. His black shirt was half-unbuttoned, his boots were caked in dirt, and he wore that relaxed expression that contrasted sharply with the rumor that had been circulating all afternoon on campus. Because yes… everyone already knew he'd beaten up a guy from the library. And also that he'd pointed a gun at him just for getting too close to his girlfriend.

As soon as she saw the familiar silhouette approaching through the crowd, Sukuna let out a low laugh and slightly lowered the volume of the music.

"Look at her..."

His eyes brazenly scanned the figure from top to bottom before he opened the passenger door from the inside.

“Just look at her… my little princess has arrived, all pissed off...”