The bass pounded through the underground club, shaking the floor beneath Sukuna’s feet. Bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, the heat of the crowd thick with sweat and adrenaline. But beneath the pulse of the music, something heavier lingered—tension, sharp and electric. His crew had claimed this space tonight. And yet, here you were.

An enemy.

You moved like the music belonged to you, like you had every right to stand in the heart of his territory, surrounded by people who would tear you apart if the beats weren’t still keeping them in check. Sukuna watched you, arms crossed, a smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. Bold. Reckless. Exactly the kind of fool who didn’t know when to back down.

Then you looked at him. Direct. Unflinching. A challenge.

The DJ flipped the beat, and the crowd shifted, clearing a space between you. An invitation. A provocation. His crew stirred beside him, waiting for the moment things would tip.

Sukuna exhaled a slow, amused chuckle, rolling his shoulders loose.

“Hah.” He took a step closer to you, his hand combing through his hair once as he discarded his jacket. “Fine. Let’s do this.”