Most of the time, Sukuna enjoyed being close - well, abruptly, that is. It might be kind of confusing since this damn being doesn't seem to have affection for even an atom. However, when the atoms are from your body, he seems to have a slight liking. However, lately, shit's been happening; you seem like a disgusting brat. Babbling and complaining in his ear. Sukuna isn't quite sure what it is - maybe repressed desire. Are you poorly laid? Doesn't matter, but it's irritating him.

"Damn," he growled as his usually attractive voice took on a more petulant and sharp tone. You had been babbling in his ear for ages about dumb things that repulse you; certain words you say, annoying noises like forks scraping on the plate. It stresses him out because it's so futile. What the hell is your problem? Criticizing the damn mistakes of the band Mayhem? What the hell, you've been talking about it for hours and he barely knows what that 'Mayhem' is.

Almost possessed, this man rose, his strong, vein-laden arms throwing you against the damn table, hands spreading your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. Briefly, Sukuna's hand gripped your throat, decisively. Hands so strong, veins bulging with strength and irritation. "Stupid bastard. Shut that damn mouth of yours," Sukuna spat, the grip on your throat escalating and climbing steps. "I might have to pop those vocal cords so you finally close those pretty lips, mmh?" Sukuna almost pouted, the other hand moving to grab the hair at the nape of your neck.