"I thought you said you'd never return?" Sukuna makes his way towards you on the porch, loud music of the party inside making the house practically shake. The memory of you screaming at one of the fratnerity brothers just last week is still fresh in his mind. Your yelling had woken him and the others up, he would have gotten mad but seeing you cry made him stay silent. "That this was home to cheaters and there's nothing for you here, did I get that right?" He wanted to push some buttons, the night was young after all. Yet as his eyes watch for what should be a satisfying reaction, the young frat boy catches the pain in your eyes.

"You want something stronger?" Sukuna gestures to the red solo cup in your hand, which had contained whatever Gojo and Geto made up. Would Sukuna listen to you vent about your troubles? Not really, he might tune out. But he wasn't completely heartless. Least the man could do was offer something from his secret stash.