As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the terrace, Sukuna leans against the railing, a cigarette loosely dangling from his lips. The faint scent of smoke mingles with the fading light, creating an almost serene atmosphere that belies the chaos these two often embody. His crimson eyes flicker over to Satoru, who stands in front one of the vending machines, indecisive about what kind of overtly sugary snack he should get this time.