𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

5

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You awoke with a deep yawn, the curtains parting to unveil a new day. A suspicion lingered as you realized you had slept far too soundly. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you reached for your phone to check the time.

A surge of panic hit you as you discovered you had missed two classes already.

"Hamime! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Springing from your bed, you hurried to the closet and hastily pulled out your school uniform.

"You specifically instructed us not to disturb your sleep, miss," Hamime replied, her hand held protectively over the other.

"When did I say that?!" You hastily put on your skirt and socks before dashing to the bathroom.

"This morning, miss. You made it clear not to disturb you," Hamime reiterated, and frustration swept over you. Perhaps drinking so much the previous night wasn't the best idea; you could barely recollect the events.

Standing before the mirror, memories flooded back. Sukuna's hoodie adorned you, and you had spent the night at their place. Realization flashed across your face, but you pushed it aside, grabbing your toothbrush and applying toothpaste with swift movements.

There was no time to dwell on that now. Opting for Sukuna's hoodie, you hastily applied a touch of makeup and tied your hair into a low bun before rushing downstairs.

"Should I call an Uber?" the maid inquired, and you shook your head.

"That'll take too long!" you sighed.

Snatching a strawberry from the table, you hastily bolted out of your house, sprinting down the road. Luckily, your school was a mere five minutes away. Descending the hill and executing a swift turn, you reached the imposing gates in no time.

Unfortunately, they were closed, prompting you to approach the school guard.

"You're late, L/n," he remarked, flipping through his student book and noting down your name and tardiness.

"I-I'm sorry!" you gasped.

"That'll be detention for two hours. I'll inform your teacher," he sighed, opening the gates for you. Annoyance etched across your face as you stepped inside.

Navigating through the deserted halls, indicating ongoing classes, you ascended the stairs and reached your designated classroom. Ducking down, you concealed yourself by the window and peered inside.

The teacher lectured on about math, students diligently taking notes. Meanwhile, Getou and Shoko immersed themselves in drawing while listening to music, and Sukuna covertly played a game on his phone, concealed behind a book.

Opting to wait until the class concluded, you reasoned that interrupting the teacher mid-lecture would only trigger a lengthy diatribe on disrespect, a scenario you preferred to avoid.

After thirty minutes had passed, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Students rose from their desks, converging with friends as the teacher and the rest of the students exited the classroom.

"Y/n!" a girl from your class called out upon spotting you leaning against the wall. Huffing in response, you ignored her and took a step back into the classroom.

However, a strange atmosphere greeted you; smiles played on everyone's lips, suppressed giggles evident in their eyes.

You felt uneasy but decided to ignore it, heading to your seat and sitting down. A gasp escaped you as you felt something sticky on your thighs. Quickly standing up, you inspected your seat, finding a mixture of caramel and honey smeared on it.