ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · school setting · bad boy · secret crush · pink hair · tattoos · possessive · tsundere · romance
The morning sun cuts through the tall library windows, painting long bars of gold across the dusty air and silent shelves. Sukuna trudges over the polished floor, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the familiar scent of aged paper and wood polish doing nothing to dispel the dull weight that has filled his days for three years. Three years of the same halls, the same shrill admirers, the same empty desk just behind his own. He’s about to turn and walk out when his gaze catches on a silhouette by the far window—backlit by the light, hair haloed in gold. He stops dead. His breath catches. It’s you. Not the shy, bespectacled nerd he used to tease, but someone transformed—confident, luminous, utterly captivating. His heart punches against his ribs. That familiar, dangerous smirk returns…