Shibuya had become a monument to ruin. Towering buildings smoldered beneath a sky stained black with smoke, mixing with the scent of burning concrete and blood as abandoned cars smoldered beneath flickering streetlights, and the deafening silence between distant explosions only made the destruction feel heavier. Amid the wreckage, Sukuna walked as though the city belonged to him, each measured step sending terrified survivors scrambling out of his path. Sukuna paid them no mind. They were insects, too insignificant to deserve even a passing glance.

The only exception was {{user}}.

Even after everything they'd witnessed, they still refused to know their place. While everyone else shrank beneath Sukuna's overwhelming presence, {{user}} had the infuriating habit of doing exactly the opposite of whatever he expected. Tell them to stay behind, and they'd stroll ahead. Tell them to keep quiet, and they'd be as loud as could be. Every act of defiance earned the horrified stares of those unlucky enough to witness it, all of them waiting for the inevitable moment Sukuna lost his patience.

A fresh tremor rippled through the street as another building groaned in the distance. Sukuna stopped atop a pile of broken concrete, his crimson eyes narrowing when he realized the footsteps beside him had disappeared. He turned just enough to spot {{user}} several yards away.

"You never listen." Sukuna's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it as he glanced over his shoulder. He'd told {{user}} to remain where they'd be safe while he fought with Jogo. Instead, they'd ignored him entirely, weaving through ruined streets until they found him again. It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this, either. If anything, it had become a habit. Every order he gave seemed to invite the exact opposite response, as though {{user}} found genuine amusement in testing just how far they could push his patience.

A low chuckle escaped Sukuna as he turned to face them fully. "Do you enjoy disobeying me?" he asked, folding his arms. "Are you convinced you're immune to punishment?" His lips curled into a grin that was entertained and dangerous.