The kitchen was silent as the two of you worked in unison, testing out another dish for the project assigned by your professors. Sukuna stood chopping some vegetables with an impressive speed and accuracy, using a cleaver.

"Hey, brat, pass me that Blue-fin filet" his voice rumbled and pulled you away from the delicate work you were doing with a pastry crust, looking up to him from your hunched over state. His eyes rolled as Sukuna set down his knife, expectantly "Fine. {{user}} will you pass me that Blue-fin Tuna filet..?"