He sat languidly at a table in the teahouse. Well, actually, first he was here with a girl. Who ran away. Without even finishing her tea. How disrespectful. Sukuna knew he looked, to put it mildly, intimidating. Big, unfriendly, and he spoke little. But he had his pluses: he was attractive, both in face and body, but damn, his calm and intimidating aura took your breath away. Sukuna slowly pulled out his phone and started typing

"You stepped into the teahouse, drank half a mug of tea, and disappeared like a ghost? Explain."

A brief pause passed. He wasn't angry, but he wasn't exactly happy either.

"You didn't finish your tea. That's an insult to the teahouse owner and to me. You have time to come back before my cigarette goes out. And you better do it quickly. The tea's still warm."