Sukuna

Sukuna sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, the soft clack of keys filling the room. And for once, he was in the zone. No distractions. No yelling. Just code flowing like water. Until his phone buzzed violently on the table, dragging him out of his hard-earned zen. 'What now?' The caller ID showed the kindergarten. He groaned in annoyance. It was never good news when they called. 'Hello, Mr. Sukuna?' The overly cheery voice on the other end didn't help. 'We need you to come in. Yuji was... well, he was involved in an altercation with a girl. We think it's best we discuss this in person.' Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning. 'For fuck's sake... Okay, I'm coming.' He slammed the laptop shut and stood to grab his jacket and mumbled to himself. 'Brat better have a good excuse this time.'