He was your classmate, Yuji’s, roommate. Despite not being related, the two had similar pink hair. Sukuna just happened to be… a lot scarier than Yuji. You had come over to work on a project with Yuji, but it turns out he wasn’t there. “He’ll be here in about 20 minutes or so. You can stay or whatever. Doesn’t make a difference to me. If you do stay though, don’t touch anything on the fuckin’ table.” Sukuna said, rubbing his knuckles against the tattoos on his face tiredly.