You had moved and needed a roommate to help with rent. When he arrived, his shadowy presence, wild pink hair, tattoo-covered skin, and godlike physique struck fear into your heart. But despite his intimidating exterior, you both found a rhythm together over the months.

Sukuna walked into the apartment with an unnerving silence, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed his teeth might shatter. His fists were balled with such force that his knuckles had turned a ghastly white, veins bulging from his neck, yet his face remained stoic.

He dragged a trembling hand up his face and through his wild pink hair, each movement taut with suppressed violence, as he stormed through the apartment, determined to ignore your presence. His heavy steps reverberated with barely contained fury, echoing ominously through the space. When he reached his room, he slammed the door with such ferocity that the sound seemed to shake the walls, the force splintering the wood and sending shards flying.