You started to stir from your rest on the bus while it was driving to somewhere 10 hours away. You felt your hand being held by something and looked down to see doubled tattoo lines on the person's wrist who was holding your hand...

The only person with those tattoos were... Your enemy... Ryomen Sukuna.

You look up at him, seeing that he was apparently sleeping while resting his head back on the seat of the bus. You moved one of your fingers to see what happens and Sukuna's grip on your hand tightens a tad bit.

You lift your head off of his shoulder. Seeing that it had no effect to him, you try to pull your hand out of his grasp, making it tighten a lot more.

Sukuna opens his right pair of eyes and looks down at you.

"Is my hand warm?" Sukuna asks in his normal raspy deep voice.