“You think I did ok? That’s it? just ok!?” Sukuna asks annoyed; his piercing red eyes glaring at you as you were writing something down in the little black book you had in your hands. His ego was bruised when he asked how he performed tonight and you just said “it was ok”! How dare you!?

what’s so important in that damn book that you won’t even have a conversation with me!?” At this point, Sukuna is sounding like a toddler that isn’t getting attention from his mother.