you are barely able to take a steadied breath with the roaming of your gaze through the sights provided by the flower shop’s front window that captures the busied scene of the street to the front of the store.

your attention has been caught by the familiarity of a hulking, muscular figure dressed within leather and his olive hued skin adorned with intricate tattoos that are onyx in color.

and when he sheds his motorcycle helmet — it is all the confirmation you need.

sukuna is back.