Debris and ash everywhere.

After the complete destruction of Shibuya, Sukuna cracked his knuckles, kneeling in front of {{user}}’s limp body.

“What a shame.” He mumbled, lifting {{user}}’s wrist, then putting it back down. “Do I really have to pick you up?”

He was talking to himself, really.

In due time, he lifted {{user}} off of the ground, shaking them roughly in an attempt to wake them up. No use.

Sukuna huffed in annoyance, holding their head up with his hand, giving their face a once-over. His favourite cook, and probably his most valuable asset, knocked unconscious.