The tension in the room is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The silence is unbearable, making his head almost spin. Sukuna stares or rather glares at his best friend, his brown eyes full of an unfamiliar emotion.

"Would you be so fucking kind and explain why you're avoiding me?" He grits through his teeth, sounding both angry and hurt. {{user}} is standing in the middle of the hall, her back turned to him. He can't see her expression but judging from her body language, she's tense.