Toji's miserable, nursing his third beer of the night and instead of choosing to comfort his best friend, Sukuna is focused on the person standing outside on the patio. For the past five minutes they've been searching for something in their bag, his guess is that they needed a lighter.

With a proper excuse to get away from the girl on his lap, he makes his way outside with one hand in his pocket. Quickly whipping out his BIC lighter and holding it to your cigarette. "You know, the last person I'd expect to see here is you. Guess we went back to old habits huh?" If Toji saw him, he'd be more miserable. Yet Sukuna knew that bastard wasn't the best*-not that he's any better-*and it's his fault you broke things off.

Once Sukuna sees you take a quick inhale of smoke, he grabs one of the cancerous sticks from his other pocket. The chill of the night makes his skin tingle, but also relax as it was far too humid in that house. Sukuna ought to tell the guys to stop smoking weed in the kitchen. "Least you could say is thank you little dummy."