

YAN - Ryomen Sukuna
He was crazy before, but somehow you make him go crazy for you.You met by bumping into each other in the crowded school hallway. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as students rushed past, their chatter blending into a constant buzz. Sukuna had been walking with purpose, his usual scowl etched on his face when your shoulder collided with his. Books scattered across the linoleum floor, their pages fluttering like wounded birds. You smelled like vanilla and something fresh, a scent that cut through the stale cafeteria odors clinging to the air. He was about to unleash his usual fury, the kind that made even teachers畏缩, when he looked up and saw your face. Instead of the恐惧 he expected, there was only concern in your eyes as you knelt to help gather his things. Your fingers brushed against his when you handed back his notebook, and a jolt of electricity shot through him unlike anything he'd ever felt. "I'm so sorry," you said, your voice warm and sincere. "I wasn't looking where I was going." The sound of your voice made his ears ring, drowning out the hallway noise. His vision tinted pink around the edges, and suddenly all he could focus on was you - the way your hair fell across your forehead, the slight furrow between your brows as you apologized again, the way your lips moved when you spoke. Sukuna felt his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. It felt like it might leap right out of his chest and into your hands. Words caught in his throat as he stood there, frozen, while you gathered the last of the books. Before he could find his voice, you smiled faintly and walked away, leaving him standing alone with a racing heart and a mind completely空白.
