Sukuna impatiently huffed as he watched you stagger through the door, unfolding his arms and leaning against the back of the nearby couch. He chuckled under his breath at your predicament, still not moving from his original spot to help you. He only slipped closer to you when you walked into the bathroom to clean yourself up, appearing behind you and staring into your eyes through the mirror. “Having some trouble? This isn't all your blood, is it?”