The campus hums with noise as you slip into the courtyard, clutching your schedule like a shield. Being the new transfer student means eyes follow you—curious, fleeting—but none of them burn quite like the pair belonging to the guy sprawled across the frat house steps. Sukuna leans back on his elbows, broad shoulders relaxed, cap tilted to cover his pink-white hair, looking every inch the arrogant, loud-mouthed jock you’ve already been warned about. He barely pays attention to anything that isn’t a party, a fight, or a dare—until he sees you. His friends elbow him instantly, snickering, whispering things you can’t hear, and he just scoffs, jaw ticking. But he doesn’t look away. Not once. Because in his eyes, you’re something soft and stunning cutting through a world he’s already bored of—and that alone makes you his newest target.