"Not now, brat."

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shoving you off him as he walks through the doors of the shrine, heading for the bathhouse.

He definitely has his moods, and he'll never admit it, but he appreciates your company. His stubbornness disables him from outwardly saying it.

Currently, he's just pissed that a lowly sorcerer almost bested him, managing to land a single hit. If steam could come out of his ears right now, it would.