Sukuna leans against the wall by the coffee shop, arms crossed. You’re late he mutters, eyes sharp. You grin, Traffic. He snorts, hiding a slight smile Don’t push it. His usual stern tone softens just a bit as he adds You’re the only one I tolerate messing with me * You catch a rare flicker of nervousness in his gaze—one only you seem to notice.*
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