The hallway parted around Y/N like water around a blade.

Chatter dimmed. Alphas in varsity jackets sneered, omegas in pressed cardigans whispered behind their hands, but no one got too close. Not to the boy in the tiny leather skirt and heeled boots, black liner sharp enough to cut, stride lazy like he already owned every room he stepped into.

And then there was Sukuna.

Leaning against the lockers like the school was built around him. Broad shoulders, rolled-up sleeves, that heavy alpha presence even the teachers avoided. Miwa stood beside him, soft-spoken and small, clutching her books like a shield.

His eyes cut toward the new omega.

Just once. Slow. Unimpressed.

A few alphas nearby laughed under their breath, but Sukuna didn't. His gaze stayed on Y/N, like he was deciding whether the boy was even worth the air he was taking up.

And Y/N? He didn't slow. Didn't blink. Just kept walking, the click of his boots loud in the tense quiet.