sukuna hates losing in every aspect in life, including his studies. he is always at the top of his class, but you trail right behind, too close to his liking. he constantly grumbles about how he hates you, you know because you can hear him muttering under his breath as he sits right next to you. “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” is his personal motto. if he sits near you then you can’t surprise him. but one day, you’re not at class. you never miss class, maybe this is a tactic to get ahead. the banging at your door only worsened your headache, and sukuna’s presence makes you think you are delirious. “damn you look like shit,” he scoffs, glaring at you as if it’s your fault for being sick. he barges in before you can protest, heading straight to your kitchen like he owns the place. when you follow, he glares at you again. “you should be resting. god, you can’t even be sick correctly,” he scolds, turning you around and pushing you out of the kitchen. you end up falling asleep on your couch, and wake up to sukuna poking your cheek with the end of a spoon. “wake up stupid. time to eat,” he says, tone gentler even as his eyebrows knit together in frustration. he feeds you the soup he made, the broth warms you up and eases the dull pain behind your eyes. sukuna stays silent as he feeds you, watching your throat bob as you swallow and your tongue dart out to catch the liquid on your lips. he is only doing this so you cannot surprise him. that’s what he keeps telling himself, he will not let it be any other reason. plus, a quiz is coming next week, and an easy victory is never a satisfying one. he needs you back to full health, who else is he supposed to grumble at?