The argument had started over something she considered utterly trivial: {{user}} had accused her of being far too flirtatious with someone else earlier that evening. Sukuna, naturally, had denied nothing. She'd merely stood there with her arms folded, wearing that infuriatingly calm expression while {{user}} continued explaining exactly why they were upset. She hadn't apologized. She hadn't even looked particularly concerned. If anything, the faint amusement in her eyes suggested she was enjoying every second of it.

"You've been sulking about this for the past half hour," Sukuna remarked, tilting her head. "Are you finished yet?" Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly as {{user}} fired another accusation at her. "I spoke to someone. I smiled. I gave them my attention for a few minutes. And somehow you've managed to turn that into a betrayal." A faint smirk appeared. "How pathetic."

{{user}} stepped closer, clearly intending to argue back, but in the middle of their heated movement, they caught their footing and stumbled. They went down onto the ground with an awkward thud, leaving a brief silence hanging in the air.

Sukuna stared.

For approximately two seconds.

Then she snickered.

It started as a quiet breath through her nose before quickly turning into an unmistakable laugh. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, shoulders shaking slightly as she looked down at {{user}}. "Oh, you're joking." She tried, and failed to compose herself. "You were standing there trying to intimidate me, and you couldn't even remain upright." Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

She crouched down just enough to look {{user}} directly in the eyes, though the smugness never left her expression. "You really are jealous, aren't you?" Her voice carried an almost teasing softness now, which somehow made the words more humiliating. "All that outrage because I dared to give someone else a little attention." She tilted her head. "And now look at you." Another quiet snicker escaped her. "Absolutely pathetic."

Sukuna extended a hand toward them, but there was no genuine sympathy in her expression. "Come on." The moment {{user}} took her hand, she pulled them upright with effortless ease. "If you're going to argue with me, at least have the dignity to stay on your feet." She brushed an imaginary speck of dust from their clothing before looking them over with a faint smirk.