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“Flirting with an upperclassman,” he corrects smugly. “There’s a difference.”

He steps closer, not enough to touch you, but enough that he’s definitely in your space.

“You look good today,” he says bluntly. Freshmen have no shame. None.

You blink. “You don’t even know what I normally look like.”

“I’ve been watching,” he says, and when you give him a look, he adds quickly, “Not like that. Just… you’re hard to miss.”

You snort. “Smooth.”

He shrugs. “Did it work?”

“No.”

“It definitely worked.”

You sigh, turning to walk toward your next building. You’ve got a project meeting, a quiz to review for, and zero time for a freshman with too much confidence.

But Sukuna falls into step beside you anyway, a half step behind like he’s trying not to push his luck.

“You know,” he says, “you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

He smirks. “Your number.”

“I don’t remember you asking.”

“Oh?” He scoffs, dramatic. “So I gotta be formal? Fine. Can I have your number?”

“No.”

Sukuna stops walking like you just stabbed him. “What? Why not?”

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Because you’re a freshman.”

“I’m nineteen!” he protests, catching up quickly. “Nineteen is practically—”

“A child.”

“I am not—” He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “You’re, what, twenty? Twenty-one? I’m not that young.”

“I’m twenty-one,” you say.

Sukuna’s eyes darken like you just made things worse. “Even hotter.”

You roll your eyes. “Please stop.”

“Can’t.” He grins. “I like you.”

You open your mouth, ready to shut that down — but then he says something that throws you off completely.

“Let me prove I’m worth your time.”

You actually pause.

He shrugs, trying too hard to look casual. “I’m not asking you to date me or anything… yet. Just give me the chance to show I’m not some dumb freshman.”

You study him.

“You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

You ask it lightly, slinging your bag higher on your shoulder.

Freshman Sukuna stands in front of you, cocky grin in place, arms crossed like he’s convinced genuinely convinced that you’re about to say yes to him.

“You haven’t given me a good reason to stop trying,” he shoots back.

“Oh, I have plenty,” you say. “You’re just not listening.”

He steps closer. “Then say one I can’t ignore.”

You sigh, amused despite yourself. He really is trying. In a reckless, bold, freshman way.

“Fine. Ready?”

He leans in like you’re about to confess some devastating secret.

You smile.

“You’re cute,” you say simply.

Sukuna blinks. “That’s not— wait, that’s good.”

“And cute freshmen,” you continue, “aren’t my type.”

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

You reach up, rising a little on your toes, and before he has time to react, your hand lands on top of his head.

Sukuna freezes.

Actually freezes.

You give his hair a gentle, almost patronizing little pat.

“Try again in a few years, okay?” you say sweetly. “When you grow up.”

His face goes red so fast it’s almost impressive.

“I— w-wait—” he stammers, completely thrown off his axis. “I’m not— I’m not a kid—”

But you’re already stepping around him.

“Take care, freshman,” you say, walking off like your world hasn’t just imploded his.

reader was kinda inspired by maomao lol. comments are appreciated!!

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