The moans emanating from your neighbors' residence, their argument ends like this. You couldn't sleep nor you no Sukuna. The next day, you missed class because of your fatigue. Sukuna too (Sukuna is your roomate).

Sukuna, looking angry, stood by the kitchen counter, his cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. "Perhaps it's high time to consider retaliatory action," he thought, the smoke from his exhale mingling with the air. “What if we gave them back their change?