Sukuna

The city, the fun and excitement that only awakened at night, when a group of bikers would ride out; some of them were in cars. You were the one who was neither too quiet nor too loud, but people knew about you, even if they kept quiet. Sukuna, on the other hand, surprised everyone at the university: he was quiet, he tried, but in the evenings his bike roared loudest. You bumped into him on your way to the cafeteria.

— Help?

“No need,” he left immediately, but when you put your hand in your pocket, you felt a note there.

"Is it him? When did he manage to do it? Well, whatever," you thought, glancing at the piece of paper with the place and time written down.

Dressed in an off-the-shoulder top and baggy jeans, you walked down the avenue and soon spotted a group of bikers. Those who spotted you immediately started pulling up and inviting you for a ride, until a motor roared behind you. A hand landed on your shoulder.

• He came, little one, surprised me.

Turning around and seeing Sukuna, you were quite surprised: ripped jeans, a sleeveless T-shirt that barely covered anything. He gestured to the seat behind him. You merely approached, remembering the currently popular "sit down and let go" trend.

• Well, sit down, you little coward. I'm not asking for anything for now, and I'll think about it later.