The next morning, I stirred awake to the feeling of something warm and secure wrapped around me. I wasn't fully conscious yet, so I instinctively held onto the warmth. The steady breathing against my neck tickled me slightly, and I smiled in my half-asleep state. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and as my vision cleared, I realized with a start that Sukuna's face was extremely close to mine.

I gasped, my heart racing. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he tightened his hold on me, burying his face deeper into my neck. He mumbled something in his sleep, his breath hot against my skin.

"Mmm... so fucking warm..." he whispered, the sensual tone sending shivers down my spine.

I froze, feeling trapped yet strangely comforted by his embrace. After a futile struggle, I gave up and stayed put, closing my eyes again. Sukuna's grip relaxed a bit, and his breathing evened out, indicating he was still deep in sleep. Against my better judgment, I found myself drifting back to sleep as well, lulled by his warmth.

Sometime later, I heard the front door open. Half-awake, I peered through my sleep-heavy eyelids and saw Miss Aiko coming through. Panic surged through me, and I jolted awake, horrified at the thought of being seen cuddled up to Sukuna. Miss Aiko's eyes widened in surprise, then softened into a smile.

"Oh my, good morning, (Y/N)," she said sweetly, clearly misjudging the situation. "It's lovely to see you....two....so close."

"No, it's not what it looks like!" I stammered, pushing Sukuna away with all my strength. He grumbled but didn't fully wake, instead pulling me back toward him in a semi-conscious state.

Miss Aiko chuckled, obviously not convinced. "Don't worry, dear. It's perfectly natural for young love."

"No, really—" I started, but she waved me off, still smiling.

She then gently shook Yuji awake. "Yuji, sweetheart, why don't you go sleep in your bed for a bit longer? There's still time before school."

Yuji, barely awake, nodded groggily and stumbled to his room, half-asleep. Miss Aiko turned back to me, her expression motherly and kind.

"You should go freshen up, (Y/N). I'll have breakfast ready soon," she said.

I hesitated, looking at Sukuna, who was now lightly snoring again. Miss Aiko's insistence left me no choice but to comply reluctantly. "Alright," I said softly, standing up and straightening my clothes.

Miss Aiko then approached Sukuna,"Ryomen, wake up," she said, shaking his shoulder gently.

"Fuck off," Sukuna grumbled, not opening his eyes.

"Watch your language, young man!" Miss Aiko scolded, her voice firm. "Get up now."

Sukuna opened one eye, glaring at her. "What do you want?"

"Get up and go to your room if you want to sleep more. And be ready for breakfast," she commanded.

He sighed, rubbing his face. "Fine, whatever," he muttered, standing up and trudging to his room. I couldn't help but notice the muscles in his back and shoulders, the tattoos snaking across his skin. He looked back at me with a smirk before disappearing into his room.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, my heart still pounding from the awkward encounter. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to clear my mind. The memories of last night and this morning swirled around, leaving me feeling conflicted and confused. Sukuna's touch, his words, and the way he held me—it all felt so wrong yet intoxicatingly right.

::.............................................::

After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen, where Miss Aiko was bustling around, preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air, making my stomach growl. I took a seat at the kitchen table, feeling more relaxed but still slightly on edge.

Miss Aiko smiled warmly at me. "You look much better now, dear. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Thank you, Miss Aiko," I said, trying to muster a smile. "I appreciate it."

She nodded, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look. "Young love can be so complicated, can't it?"

I opened my mouth to correct her again but decided against it. It was easier to let her believe what she wanted rather than explain the complicated and twisted truth about Sukuna and me.

A few minutes later, Sukuna sauntered into the kitchen, looking more awake but still grumpy. He was dressed in loose sweatpants and a tank top, his tattoos on full display. His hair was tousled, giving him a rugged, just-out-of-bed look that made my heart skip a beat despite myself.

"Morning," he mumbled, plopping down at the table.

"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Good morning, Ryomen," Miss Aiko said, placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Behave yourself today."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, digging into his food.

Yuji joined us shortly after, looking much more awake and cheerful. "Morning, everyone!"

"Morning, Yuji," Miss Aiko said with a smile. "Eat up, everyone."

We ate breakfast in relative silence, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery and the occasional comment from Yuji. Despite the awkward start, the meal was delicious, and I found myself relaxing more.

::.............................................::

After breakfast, a horn blared from outside. Yuji jumped up, peeking out the window. "That's Megumi! Gotta go," he said hurriedly, grabbing his backpack and dashing towards the door. "See you later, (Y/N)! Bye, Auntie!"

"Have a good day, Yuji!" Miss Aiko called after him.

Before I could even respond, he was gone, leaving the house in a whirlwind of energy. I sighed, glancing at the clock. 

The reality of the situation hit me. There wasn't much time left before I had to get to university, and there was not much time left now for me to go home and get ready be there on time. Miss Aiko, always the practical one, turned to me with a warm smile.

"(Y/N), you should go to university with Ryomen," she suggested.

I immediately shook my head, feeling a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. "I'm fine, Miss Aiko. I can manage on my own."

Sukuna, who had been lazily leaning against the kitchen counter, smirked in my direction. "I'll take her," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

I gulped, my heart pounding. "Really, it's fine. I don't have any clothes suitable for university."

Miss Aiko, ever the problem solver, smiled warmly. "Nonsense, dear. I'll lend you one of my dresses."

Seeing that she wasn't going to let this go, I forced a smile, hoping she wouldn't notice how fake it was. "Thank you, Miss Aiko. That's very kind of you."

She beamed at me, clearly pleased with herself. "It's no trouble at all. Follow me, and I'll find something nice for you."

I followed her to her room, my mind racing with anxiety. The thought of spending more time with Sukuna was unnerving. Miss Aiko rummaged through her closet and pulled out a simple yet elegant dress, a soft lavender color with a flowing skirt.

"Here, try this on. It should fit you perfectly," she said, handing it to me.

"Thank you," I repeated, taking the dress and heading to the bathroom to change. As I slipped into the dress, I couldn't help but think about Sukuna's smirk and the way he seemed to enjoy my discomfort. The dress fit well, and I had to admit it was comfortable.

::.............................................::

When I returned to the living room, Sukuna was already waiting by the door, his eyes glinting with amusement. He was dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt, his tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves. His hair was slightly tousled, adding to his effortlessly attractive appearance.

"Ready?" he asked, his smirk widening.

I forced another smile and nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

Sukuna and I walked out of the house together. Outside, a sleek black motorcycle was parked in the driveway. Sukuna hopped on it and put on his helmet. I stared in shock, realizing we had to go by bike.

Sukuna smirked at my shock. 

"Get on," he said, putting on his helmet.

I hesitated. "We're going by bike?"

"Got a problem with that?" he mocked.

Reluctantly, I climbed onto the bike behind him, keeping my distance to avoid touching him. Sukuna seemed to find my discomfort amusing. He jerked the bike suddenly, causing me to lurch forward and grab onto him tightly.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled darkly. "Try not to touch me so casually."

"It's your fault," I shot back, annoyed.

Without another word, he started the bike and sped off towards the university. 

::.............................................::

The speed at which he moved made my heart race, not just from fear but also from a strange exhilaration. The wind whipped past us, and despite myself, I began to enjoy the ride.

"Slow down a bit," I yelled over the wind.

"Scared?" he taunted.

"Just cautious!" I retorted.

We continued our banter as he weaved through traffic, each of his snide remarks met with my biting comebacks. At one point, out of sheer annoyance, I let go of him. Immediately, he jerked the bike again, forcing me to grab onto him once more.

"See? You can't resist touching me," he mocked, his dark, sexy chuckle vibrating through my hands.

I wanted to argue, but the truth was, there was a certain allure to his presence that I hated to admit. I held on tighter, feeling a mix of frustration and something I couldn't quite name.

Finally, we arrived at the university. Sukuna parked the bike, and I hopped off quickly, eager to put some distance between us. I scanned the area, relieved that none of my friends had seen us together. The last thing I needed was to explain this mess.

Then, I spotted Gojo's car pulling into the parking lot. Gojo and Geto stepped out, their eyes widening as they saw me with Sukuna. They approached, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Morning, (Y/N)," Gojo greeted, his smile warm but his eyes sharp with unspoken questions.

"Morning," I replied, forcing a casual tone.

"Morning, Sukuna," Geto added, his voice neutral.

Sukuna merely nodded, his face expressionless.

Gojo glanced at me, his gaze conveying a silent message: Explain later. Sweat dropping, I nodded subtly, understanding. Together, we headed to class, the tension from the morning ride still lingering in the air.

::.............................................::

As we entered the classroom, a wave of familiarity washed over me. Shoko's usual spot beside me on the third row was glaringly empty, a silent reminder of her absence today. I sighed, taking my seat and feeling the weight of the empty chair next to me. Gojo and Geto settled into their usual spots behind me, with Sukuna joining them in the same row. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, and I could feel eyes boring into my back throughout the class. I didn't dare turn around.

Halfway through the lecture, the door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention. A teacher walked in, followed by a young man who carried himself with a calm, collected air. The teacher gestured for the newcomer to introduce himself.

"Class, this is our new transfer student," he announced. "Please introduce yourself."

The young man stepped forward, his demeanor curt and composed. "My name is Nanami Kento."

Nanami's appearance was striking. He wore a neatly pressed shirt and slacks, exuding a sense of professionalism uncommon among students. His hair was a sandy blonde, cut short and styled with precision. He had a strong jawline and sharp features, complemented by a pair of rectangular glasses that added to his serious aura. He carried himself with an air of quiet confidence, his movements deliberate and measured.

"Please take a seat," the teacher said, gesturing to the front row.

Nanami walked to the front, his steps echoing softly in the silent classroom. He sat down, arranging his things with a meticulousness that seemed almost ritualistic. The rest of the class continued, but I found my thoughts drifting back to the new student, curious about the person behind the stern exterior.

::.............................................::

When the lecture finally ended, I decided to introduce myself to Nanami. Rising from my seat, I made my way to the front of the class, where he was organizing his notes.

"Hi, Nanami," I said, offering a friendly smile. "I'm (Y/N). Welcome to our university."

He glanced up, his expression unchanged. "Thank you."

"I was wondering if you needed any help with your subjects," I continued, trying to break through his serious demeanor.

He paused, considering my offer. "I might need assistance with Economics," he admitted, his tone still formal.

I grinned, teasing lightly. "Great! And in return, you can help me with my troubling subject."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "I didn't offer my help."

I shrugged playfully. "Well, since I'm helping you, it's only fair you help me too."

To my surprise, he chuckled softly, a smile touching his lips. "I suppose that's fair."

I was about to say more when I noticed Sukuna walking out of the classroom. He paused at the door, giving me an intense, judging look. I raised an eyebrow at him, silently questioning his problem, but he just turned and walked away.

Turning back to Nanami, I offered, "How about I show you around the campus?"

Nanami seemed about to agree when Gojo and Geto appeared beside us. Gojo draped his arm over my shoulders, his grin wide and mischievous.

"Hey, (Y/N), how about we take a walk?" Gojo suggested, his tone too casual.

Nanami glanced at Gojo, then looked back at his book. "I appreciate the offer," he said to me, his voice measured. "But it seems you have other plans."

I was about to protest when Geto gave me a knowing smile. "I'll show him around," he offered smoothly.

Nanami nodded, accepting the arrangement. With a final nod to me, he and Geto left the classroom together. I turned to Gojo, who was still grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Let's go," he said, steering me towards the door.

::.............................................::

Gojo and I stepped out of the classroom, the bustling noise of students hurrying to their next classes filling the hallway. The cool air was a refreshing change from the stifling atmosphere inside. Gojo, ever the playful spirit, began talking about random things – his latest prank on Geto, the new coffee shop on campus, anything to lighten the mood.

"So, how have things been?" Gojo said casually, his tone light and conversational. "Everything cool?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I replied, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Classes are going well."

Gojo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's good to hear. And what about outside of classes? Anything interesting happening?"

I shrugged, not wanting to give too much away. "Not really. Just the usual stuff."

As we strolled around the campus, I couldn't shake the feeling that Gojo was leading up to something more serious. His casual demeanor was just a front; he was too perceptive to miss the tension between Sukuna and me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he steered the conversation towards the real topic of his intrigue.

He glanced at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "The usual stuff, huh? Like riding to university with Sukuna?"

I groaned inwardly. Of course, he'd bring that up. "I- It was nothing."

"Uh-huh," Gojo said, not sounding convinced. "So, what's the deal with you two?"

I frowned, trying to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

"You and Sukuna," Gojo clarified. "About what Sukuna said the other day... you know, the whole 'dating' thing. Is it true?"

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. "No!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly. "Absolutely not. He's just messing with me. He loves to annoy me and make my life miserable."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You two seem to be on each other's last nerve quite a bit. It's almost like you've known each other for a long time."

I shook my head vigorously, not wanting to reveal too much. "No, we haven't known each other that long. He just... he just gets under my skin."

Gojo studied me for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "You know, the way Sukuna looks at you... it doesn't seem like he just wants to annoy you. There's something more there."

I fell silent, his words hitting a nerve. "What do you mean?" I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo opened his mouth to explain, but just then, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. "I'll tell you some other time," he said, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry too much about it."

::.............................................::

We headed back to class, but Gojo's words lingered in my mind all day. I couldn't focus on the lectures, my thoughts constantly drifting back to our conversation.

As the day went on, I found myself glancing at Sukuna more often than I'd like to admit. He was his usual self, smirking and making snide comments, but there was something in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. It made me uneasy, and I hated that Gojo had put the idea in my head.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, I was relieved. I gathered my things quickly, eager to get out of there and clear my head. But as I stepped into the hallway, I saw Sukuna leaning against a locker, his gaze fixed on me.

Ignoring the flutter in my chest, I walked past him, hoping he wouldn't say anything. But of course, he couldn't resist.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he called out, his tone mocking. 

I sighed, turning to face him. "What do you want, Sukuna?"

He pushed off the locker, sauntering over to me. "Just wanted to see if you needed a ride home," he said, his smirk widening. "Since we're such good friends and all."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll pass, thanks."

He stepped closer, his expression turning serious. "You know, you can pretend all you want, but we both know, you can't keep yourself away from me."

I felt my face flush, anger and embarrassment mingling together. "You're delusional," I snapped, turning to walk away.

But he grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Am I?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "Think about it, princess. Why do you react so strongly to everything I do?"

I yanked my arm free, my heart racing. "You're wrong," I said, my voice shaking. "I hate you."

He chuckled, the sound dark and unsettling. "Keep telling yourself that," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. 

I stormed off, not daring to look back. His words echoed in my mind, adding to the turmoil already swirling inside me. Gojo's comment about the way Sukuna looked at me and Sukuna's own insinuations were driving me crazy.

The confrontation leaving me fuming and bewildered. Each step home doing little to diminish my frustration. 

How dare he insinuate that I felt something for him? The arrogance, the sheer nerve. 

I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the anger boiling within me.

::.............................................::

The walk felt endless, the chill of the evening air doing little to calm the fire inside me. I just needed to get home, to retreat to the safety of my room and escape from the chaos of the day. When I finally arrived at my house, I pushed the door open with more force than necessary, the hinges creaking in protest.

But as soon as I stepped inside, the sight that greeted me made my heart skip a beat. There, standing in the middle of the living room with a commanding presence that filled the space, was someone I had hoped never to see again.

My breath caught in my throat.

His back was turned to me, his presence exuding an unsettling calm. I could see the outline of his shoulders, the way he held himself with an air of authority that made my stomach churn. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

I knew I had to confront this head-on. As I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, the figure turned slowly, His face coming into full view.

A shiver ran down my spine as I recognized him immediately, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through me. He smiled, but it was a smile that carried a hidden edge, a knowing look that seemed to see straight through me.

I wanted to say something, to demand why he was here, but the words caught in my throat. The tension in the room was palpable, an electric charge that made every second feel like an eternity.

The silence in the room was heavy, filled with unspoken tension.

Before I could react, he spoke, his voice smooth and chilling. "I've been expecting you."

The message was clear, and the unease I felt only deepened. The last thing I wanted was to get entangled in another confrontation, especially not with him. The day's turmoil had been more than enough.

I stood frozen, my mind racing. 

His gaze never wavered, and I could almost hear the sinister undertone in his voice as he said, 

"You need to be disciplined again."

The weight of his presence, the foreboding look in his eyes—it was all too much. My pulse quickened, and I knew that this was going to be a confrontation like no other. The air seemed to thicken, and I braced myself for whatever was about to unfold.

Just then, the room seemed to close in around me, and all I could think about was the sheer intensity of the moment.

::.............................................::

Hey guyz.

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