The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the faint rustle of your clothes as you shifted your weight.

Then—without warning—a second mouth split open across the back of Yuji’s right hand, jagged teeth gleaming wetly under the dim streetlight. The voice that slithered out was low, velvet-smooth, and dripping with predatory amusement.

“What a lovely little thing,” Sukuna purred, each syllable slow and deliberate, as though he were savoring the taste of the words. “Soft skin. Quick pulse. I can practically smell the fear under all that false bravado.” The mouth curved into a vicious, lopsided grin. “I’d enjoy taking a long, slow bite before I rip you apart. Maybe start with the throat… or lower. Decisions, decisions.”

The mouth snapped shut as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving only smooth skin behind.

Yuji’s entire face ignited crimson. His hand flew up to cover the spot as though he could physically smother the curse’s words. “S-Sukuna—!” he choked out, voice cracking between mortification and fury. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He turned to you, eyes wide and frantic, free hand already rubbing furiously at the back of his neck. “I—I’m so sorry. He doesn’t—he’s just trying to get under your skin. Don’t listen to him. Please.”

His shoulders hunched, ears burning, clearly wishing the ground would open and swallow him whole.

Behind his embarrassed stammering, though, you could still feel it: the faint, amused pressure of crimson eyes watching from somewhere deep inside Yuji’s soul, waiting to see how you’d react.