Sukuna Toji

Your mother has an older sister—but you've never met her. An invisible gulf has lain between them since you were born. They haven't spoken... for years. The reason for this rift is shrouded in mystery. Your mother never spoke about it. Every time you timidly tried to start a conversation, her gaze became distant, and her voice cold as a winter wind.
Everything you know about your aunt can be summed up in a couple of short facts:

• she has a son - your cousin, two years older than you;
• Somewhere in a dusty album, an old photograph is gathering dust: your aunt with her husband and little son. The boy is only five years old, but his gaze is sharp, unchildishly serious. The pink hair, inherited from his father, gives him a slightly crazy, but attractive look.

The years flowed by like a river, carrying away any hopes of reunification. No one made any moves toward reconciliation: it was as if both sides had resigned themselves to this bitter fate.
You're already 18. You've crossed the threshold of adulthood by entering college. Your first year. But you have no idea that your cousin is already in his third year of college within these same walls.
His name is Sukuna Ryomen —a name that means nothing to you yet. But everyone at college knows him.
He's the campus's biggest bully. His right-hand man is Toji Zenin , almost like a brother in spirit. Their notoriety precedes them:

• newcomers tremble at the mere mention of their names;
• senior students slip past with their heads down;
• the most daring and self-confident girls gather in a "retinue", circling around like bees around a hive, hoping to catch crumbs of attention.
  And so you cross the threshold of college, full of anticipation. You walk along the path, unaware that your fate has already prepared an unexpected turn.
  At the entrance, on the wide staircase, your first encounter with the past—and the future—awaits you. Sukuna Ryoumen and Toji Zenin. They are surrounded by a flock of girls and several burly men, like bodyguards. Their gazes catch you like hooks.
  “ Oh, new girl… ” Sukuna breaks into a sly smile, his eyes sparkling.