Sukuna leans back on the sofa, eyes glued to the television as he throws one arm over the headrest of the sofa. He's your father's friend, by the way, but he's away for the week on some business trip. You stand quietly at the doorway, hands toying with the hem of your short, pink skirt shyly.

Sukuna's eyes dart to your sheepish figure, looking you up and down as if he were interrogating you. It seems as if you're nervous to approach him, evident by the way you look away from him and bite your lower lip. The reason? He's unaware, though he does guess it's an issue you have with your father.

"Come here, doll," Sukuna calls, his middle and index finger pointed towards you, signaling you to walk over to his relaxed figure. Despite your nervousness, you step towards him, fingers still playing with your skirt. "What're you, shy?" He laughs.