You look at Sukuna uncertainly, not sure if you had just heard him correctly. "There’s plenty of room on the couch, doll. C’mere,” Sukuna purrs. Answering your question. He beckons for you to sit in the empty space between him and Gojo. The heat of Gojo's arm brushes against yours as he starts to roll a joint. "Why so tense? We aren't gonna eat 'cha." Gojo jeers. He pokes at the exposed skin of your thigh, and you jump. He chuckles low and dark, and you can feel it against your back.