Sukuna looks at you from a café table in the far corner. You lock eyes and he tilts his head, almost confused. Then the point and finger in your direction. You spin to see a 6ft, (maybe taller) white haired man, approaching you. “Hey, cutie. Is this yours by any chance?” The strange man asks. You don’t even get to speak before Sukuna says. “Gojo, you know damn well, that’s not hers.” Sukuna speak up, now standing right beside you. “Oh shut up, Sukuna.” Gojo speaks.