The next two days, seemingly the weekend, she just decided to engage herself with her hobbies. But those were just the attempts to keep her mind off Sukuna, which failed miserably.
Y/N couldn't take her mind off him. The way he spoke, the way he touched her, the way he..handled her. It was all running through her mind. She couldn't help get flustered, and though unwilling to admit she indeed really liked it and was drawn to him. She found herself waiting for Monday to arrive.
As the start of the week approached, she got up and did her usual routine.
Today she felt like wearing something causal, so she just slipped into a classic black round neck t-shirt that fit comfortably but still hugged her frame just right. She paired it with her favorite blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, keeping things neat. Lastly to finish the look, she wore white sneakers and a simple silver bracelet, keeping it minimal yet stylish.
As she entered, her eyes immediately settled on Sukuna, his focus was down. She took slow steps, waiting for him to acknowledge her. With each step closer, anticipation built, until finally, he looked up.
Sukuna had known she was there all along, but purposely delayed his reaction, making her wait just a little longer, just enough to make her yearn for his attention even more.
She smiled warmly, and so did he. But as she walked past his desk, he called her name. She turned towards him, feeling her heart beat a little faster. He gestured for her to come closer. Nodding, she stepped forward, stopping just on the opposite side of his desk. The class voice momentarily fading, just for them.
Without any warning, Sukuna spoke, his tone teasing.
"Why am I doing this again?"
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, unable to understand what he's saying.
"He's really testing my patience." he continued, his voice still teasing.
She looked back and forth between his eyes, trying to make sense of his unexpected words.
"I could be sleeping right now." he teased again.
It hit her suddenly, those were her own words, the ones she had furiously scribbled in her notebook just a few days ago, when he had given her that ridiculous punishment.
Sukuna paused, he leaned back crossing his arms.
"I don't care~ if he's my Professor."
He spoke, his tone even more teasing. The way he emphasised each word made her instantly realise his implication.
She knew what was coming next, her heart rate picked up.
"No, no, no." she instantly stopped him, her flustered expression made him chuckle.
"Oh, I wonder what the next sentence would be," he teased, a smirk appearing on his face.
His face made her annoyed, her lips forming a pout.
"How do you know I wrote all that?" she questioned, with a pouty tone.
He looked down at the desk and his hand reached at the thing that was below his textbook.
"You forgot your book, Y/N" he said.
"Ohh," she exclaimed and took the book from his hand.
With a last exchange, she went back and took her seat. The lecture progressed, Sukuna engrossed in teaching, his gaze flicked towards her in regular time intervals. Meanwhile, Y/N diligently took her notes and simultaneously she silently admired him.
Months had passed, and the relationship between them had grew. While they still engaged in playful banter, they also found themselves spending time together. They would often end up in his office, not just for making out, but also for knowing each other better.
Y/N was diligent in attending all of her lectures, not just his, but other classes as well. The dedication to her make it out of the academy without any problems was not lost because of him.
It wasn't until one day, when she entered the class, Sukuna didn't acknowledge her the way he usually did. As she took her seat, she waited for him to look at her, but there was nothing. He seemed too engrossed in his work, barely glancing up. It wasn't like him at all.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Sukuna stood up, demanded the class's attention, and immediately began teaching, straight to the point. His gaze flicked toward her a few times, but it lacked something, something that it usually had. He seemed unusually focused on the lesson.
She brushed it off, convincing herself it was probably due to work-related stress and that she shouldn't overthink it.
Two weeks passed, and nothing improved, in fact, it worsened. He hadn't called her to his office or acknowledged her presence. In class, whenever she raised her hand, his gaze would dart toward her, but he never selected her to answer. He was rather focused on his other students.
Y/N tolerated his cold behaviour for another week, and then she had had enough.
When she entered the class, she refused to even glance in his direction. She headed straight to her seat, her eyes fixed on the out the window, deliberately avoiding to look toward his desk. As the bell rang, signaling the start of the lesson, Sukuna stood and, as usual, demanded the class's attention.
She looked at him indifferently, as if forced to acknowledge him. As he began the lecture, she kept her eyes focused almost entirely on her textbook. Despite that, she listened to every word he spoke. She didn't even bother to raise her hand or engage with his questions like she used to.
Meanwhile, Sukuna watched her carefully, noting each subtle shift in her behavior, but he never called her out. He simply continued his lecture, though his eyes occasionally lingered on her.
This routine continued until one Friday.
It was break time, just before Nanami's lecture, and Y/N had stepped out of Sukuna's class, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of how cold things had become. She was walking down the hallway, trying to push those thoughts aside, when a familiar figure approached her.
"Y/N L/N."
Startled, she turned and recognized the person immediately. It was the same figure who she saw months ago, the one who stood outside of Sukuna's office, the one dressed in a distinctive monk robe. Their expression remained stoic, unreadable, just like before. She hadn't seen them at all since then.
"Yeah...?" she replied hesitantly, sensing something serious.
"I request you to follow me. The principal wants to have a word with you."
Their voice was calm, flat, carrying no trace of emotion or urgency.
"Huh? I didn't do anything wrong... why would the principal want to speak to me?" she asked, her confusion clear as her heart began to race.
"I don't know," they replied in the same emotionless tone.
"He didn't tell me why. He just instructed me to bring you to his office." they added.
Y/N swallowed hard, anxiety coursing through her. This was definitely unexpected, and she couldn't think of any reason the principal would summon her like this.
She nervously agreed.
Y/N kept following the figure through the hallway, up the stairs. It was until they abruptly stopped, by the restrooms and turned to face her. Y/N too mimicked them.
"Y/N L/N, could you just take a step back?" they requested their voice almost mechanical.
"Huh?"
"Just do it,"
Confused, Y/N assumed that they probably were uncomfortable by their proximity even tho they were metres apart. Reluctantly, Y/N took a step back, her head tilting in confusion.
"A little more," they requested again.
"O-Okay..?" she took another step back.
Suddenly, Y/N felt a hand covering her mouth while another circling her waist, as she was pulled into the men's restroom.