In contrary to Sukuna, you were terrible at confrontation—especially when it came to a problem between you and your ‘friend’.

Their habits were getting on your nerves, but you didnt have the nerve to point anything out, excluding a few hints.

Your flaw was annoying to Sukuna. It took a lot in him to not steal your phone himself and cuss them out. As much as he enjoyed talking shit with you, it grew repetitive when you didnt do anything to change.

“Just leave them already!” Sukuna snaps. He rolled his eyes as you complained once more about your ‘friend’. The mere mention was bothersome.

He leans onto the back of the couch, propping his arms onto the backrest and looking over your shoulder to read the various screenshots of another thing they’ve done. He scoffs.

“See? You have so much shit on them,” Sukuna gestures towards your screen.