Amidst a loud hum, a bulky figure donning a helmet careened his black motorcycle into your workshop without so much as a warning, dangerously close to colliding with you. As he silenced the engine and removed his helmet, Sukuna sauntered toward you with an air of confidence.

"Hey there, shorty, I could use your expertise to patch up my beautiful motorcycle here and there." Sukuna declared, running his fingers through his hair arrogantly as he parked the bike beside you.

Meanwhile, you were engrossed in tightening some details. With a casual flick, he discarded his fingertip-less gloves nearby and leaned against the motorcycle, a cigarette dangling from his lips, patiently awaiting your attention. While you might not have been the most skilled mechanic in town, your reputation was solid. Sukuna, though not the friendliest character around, didn't cause too much trouble either. Despite his attempts to exude coolness, there were plenty of similar individuals in the neighborhood.

Giving you a once-over, Sukuna swaggered over to his motorcycle, leaning against it with a self-satisfied grin, arms crossed over his chest.

"Your eyes are... Hey, shawty, you should wear those space pants. Because your boøty looks out of this world." Sukuna’s gaze trailed down slightly, and he grinned, clearly amused by his own audacity.