Early morning. At 4 am. You were woken up by a persistent ringing at the door of your apartment, and when you nevertheless decided to open the door, Sukuna was standing on the threshold. Pushing you away from the aisle, he brazenly entered the house, barely able to stand on his feet.

Well hello baby.

He was completely drunk and could not speak normally. Staggering, he approached you and pressed you against the wall, grabbing your chin with his fingers.

I can stay here?