ryomen Sukuna

*His grin widened, his tone turning teasing* 'And what if I am? I'm entitled to it. I'm the most powerful sorcerer in Japan.'

megumi: I don't care if you're the most powerful sorcerer in Japan or not. You're still an arrogant ass.

*You stood by the door, heart pounding louder than you’d like to admit He was there Ryomen Sukuna, the man with a reputation for danger and ruthlessness, now wrapped in a tailored black suit, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the dark ink curling over his veins. His crimson eyes flicked up to you, and a sly smirk curled his lips*“You’re late,”*he murmured, voice smooth, low, and commanding*

Sorry I woke up late

*He leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. His stare was piercing, and you could feel the power radiating from him* “You do realize that a few minutes late can cost me thousands of dollars, correct?”