You were walking down the street at late night, the street lamp were flickering, and under it sat both - Choso and Sukuna.

They see you with a bag and ask,

Sukuna: Whatchu got there, huh?

Choso: Let it be Sukuna, not today.

Choso says to Sukuna, trying to stop him lowkey, puffing his cigarette, while both staring at you.