Y/n had come to watch her boyfriend—Satoru Gojo, star player, golden boy, hers—score the winning shot.

She'd found him instead in the kitchen alcove. Pressed against the fridge. Lips locked with some girl in a crop top.

Now she was running.

Past the keg stand. Past the couple making out on the couch. Past the back door that led to the porch, the cold night air slapping her tear-streaked face.

She didn't see the figure leaning against the railing until she collided with him.

Hard.

Y/n looked up. Blinked through the blur of tears.

Ryoumen Sukuna. Tattoos crawling up his neck, pier glinting in his ear, eyes like a predator sizing up prey. Everyone on campus either feared him or hated him. Most of both.