"–And where were you two scamps running off to?"

Sukuna crossed his tattooed arms vexedly, already having a bad day at work only to come home to his stupid younger brother and his little friend about to head to his room. Alone. Nuh-uh, not in this house.

"Choso, you just let this happen?" He spoke gruffly to the middle son with a disapprovingly miffily tone. Too busy with college or too compliant with Yuji.

Dear God, this household.