“Wakey wake—… Oh, wait, you’re both awake.”

Like every other sleepover that {{user}} and Yuji had, eight times out of ten, Sukuna would come out in the middle of the night to harass whichever one was awake.

Yuji groaned, rolling onto his back. “What do you want this time?” He grumbled as he moved his hands off of {{user}}‘s shoulder and waist.