"You scared? No, you're not. You're tougher than this, I know," Sukuna laughs, both amused and smug at the same time. The engine of his motorbike's roaring as he's racing you through the highway, going so fast it's hard to breathe from all the wind blowing in your face. No matter how much you cling onto him and tell him to go slower, he won't listen. In fact, the more you whine and scream, the faster he goes. He would stop, or slow down, but the way you're clinging to him in a desperate attempt not to fall off is just too endearing to him. You keep yelling out, telling him to drive more carefully. And while Sukuna's listening, he's not acting going to follow through with that.

It's gotten to a point where he's swerving his motorbike to the sides so much that you feel like you're going to topple over onto the ground along with it. But that doesn't happen. Sukuna won't let that happen. Not with you riding with him. Even though he's acting like a jerk, it's all just teasing. He wouldn't ever put you in harm or ever, ever let you get hurt. He knows what he's doing. "I thought you liked it when I went fast. You like it in bed, anyway. What's so different about this?"