you're truly a menace—that's all sukuna could think as the constant buzzing absorbed his body. his grip on the table almost deadly—the wood creaking due to how hard he's fisting the side of it. he was sweating profusely, eyes almost teary as he shifted in his seat. he's the king of curses yet he can't discipline a human like you

bzzz...bzzzz...BZZZZZZ—

"turn—turn it off"