˗ˏˋ Under His Authority ˎˊ˗

Chapter 5- With Him

Sukuna seemed even more engrossed in his lecture. Finally, the bell rang, signalling the end of the session. He scanned the room, his gaze resting momentarily on Y/N.

"Class dismissed," he commanded, his voice firm.

He gathered his belongings and left the class, making his way towards his office. Meanwhile, Y/N packed her books and stationery, exchanging goodbyes with her friend, Ken, who approached her for going out with him. She refused, making up an excuse since she really wasn't interested.

Though reluctant, she knew she had no choice but to meet her Professor. The thought of another ridiculous punishment loomed over her, making her to obey. Her heart pounded as her mind raced with anxious thoughts.

The hallway was eerily quiet as she made her way to Sukuna's office, the sound of her footsteps echoing against the walls. Distant murmurs and the shuffling of students heading home faded as she neared his office.

As she approached his office, she noticed someone standing a few meters ahead of the door. The person had chin-length white hair with a dark plum pink streak running horizontally across the back of their head. They had dark pink eyes, and they wore a plain dark blue monk robe with a white inner layer. The individual had a stoic and calm expression.

Y/N looked at the person with a mix of confusion and fascination, particularly intrigued by their distinctive attire.

As she drew closer, the person blocked her path and stopped her.

"Name?" they asked.

"Y/N L/N," she replied, as she looked at them.

The person briefly glanced at her face, nodded in acknowledgment, and then stepped aside, allowing her to proceed. She wanted to ask them about who they are, why they wore such attire, why they are here and why they bothered to ask this, but she pushed the thoughts aside and focused on approaching the door.

As she walked closer she noticed that the door was ajar, and through the crack, she could see Sukuna seated at his desk, engrossed in paperwork.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and knocked.

"Come in," Sukuna called smoothly, looking up from his work. He set his pen aside, his eyes locking onto the door, watching her.

Y/N paused at the door, her gaze briefly taking in his composed posture. Then, with a steady breath, she stepped inside and gently closed the door behind her. For a split second, she hesitated before turning and making her way across the room to near him.

Sukuna watched her closely, his eyes following her every move. He leaned back in his chair, his smirk barely noticeable but present, exuding an air of authority that was almost stifling.

"Sit down," he instructed, nodding toward the chair in front of his desk.

She nodded in acknowledgment. She pulled the chair back and sat, adjusting it slightly. She set her backpack on her lap, she tried to appear calm and casual, but the slight tension in her movements gave away a trace of nervousness.

He continued to watch as she sat down, a faint hint of satisfaction flickering across his face at her seemingly casual demeanor. He interlocked his fingers, resting his hands on the desk as he leaned slightly forward.

"You had some interesting answers today," he remarked, his voice smooth and casual, though there was a subtle undertone of authority laced his words.

"I want to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

She swallowed, feeling her heart race with a twinge of regret for her earlier sassiness.

"O-Okay..." she replied, her voice a little unsteady.