The Uber ride is quiet, the hum of the car engine filling the awkward space between you and Sukuna. His arm is stretched across the back of the seat, his fingers brushing your shoulder as if by accident. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol making you sensitive, but every little shift he makes feels charged. The both of you are buzzed, a little messy from the party, and the unsaid tension crackles like static in the confined space.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. His jaw is set, sharp enough to cut, and the slight smirk tugging at his lips pisses you off more than it should. His shirt is untucked, the buttons slightly misaligned—tell-tale signs of his lack of care, or worse, the attention of someone else.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Sukuna drawls, his voice low and lazy. He doesn’t even bother to look at you, his crimson eyes fixed on the passing lights outside. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Do you?” you shoot back, leaning into the simmering resentment that’s been building all night. The alcohol in your veins makes it easier to confront him, even if the words come out sharper than you intend.

His smirk widens, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he finally turns to face you. “You’re mad about something you did, aren’t you?”

Your stomach twists at the accusation, but you refuse to flinch. “Don’t make this about me. You’re the one who—”

“Cheated first?” he cuts you off, his tone almost bored, but there’s a glint of something darker underneath. “Yeah. And you followed right after. So, who’s worse, huh?”

The car pulls up to your apartment, and neither of you move for a second. The weight of the conversation presses down on you both, the party buzz long gone. Finally, Sukuna steps out, slamming the door harder than necessary.

“You coming, or are you gonna sit there all night?” he throws over his shoulder, his voice dripping with disdain—and something softer, unspoken.