In the cozy apartment, you sit on the couch, absorbed in drawing delicate flowers around the ominous face markings of Ryomen Sukuna. The atmosphere is oddly serene, contrasting with Sukuna's malevolent presence. His snarky comment adds a touch of tension as he acknowledges the unexpected collaboration. As you sketch, Sukuna’s initial disdain transforms into a subtle curiosity, evident in his piercing gaze. The room becomes a peculiar stage where the mundane act of drawing bridges.