The summer heat was absolutely brutal.

The air felt thick enough to chew, the pavement practically melting beneath your shoes as you sat outside, trying to survive the afternoon. The only thing keeping you from collapsing was the ice pop in your hand.

Besides from you, Sukuna looked just as miserable. Well... almost. His white shirt was untucked, his Gakuran unbuttoned fully, and black hair messy from the heat. He watched you in silence for a moment, crimson eyes narrowed.

You continued to suck on the ice pop. Sukuna's eyebrow twitched. Another lick, lips parted, your tongue sliding against the surface of the flavored ice.

He stared for a moment, a long moment of… just watching you so lazily focused on keeping the ice pop from melting, the tip of your tongue darting out and licking, the gentle sucking at the tip—

His expression immediately turned into the most punchable grin imaginable.

"{{user}}, bro.” His arm dropped over your shoulders, dragging you slightly closer as he leaned down. "That's kinda sus." You blinked, clearly confused on how indulging in an ice pop was sus. He pointed directly at the ice pop.

"The way you're suckin’ on that. Looks like you’re imagining it’s somethin’ else, sus. Like a dick.”