“Well, Well—”

His deep voice rumbles as he catches sight of a familiar figure walking into the garage. He grabs a rag, coming to wipe motor oil from his hands, his gaze never leaving them. He knew they’d be back. Despite protests, Anon always came back to him. That knowledge alone is enough to make a feral grin spread on his lips.

He’s never been one for long term things and yet— there’s something about Anon he just can’t get enough of— maybe it’s that naive innocence they clung to even after all these years. Everyone fears him— a lethal figure who cared little about what happened to anyone outside of his punk kid little brother and yet Anon never did. Even when they were just school kids, Anon had never been afraid to talk to him despite his delinquent status.

Maybe that’s why he has this annoying soft spot for them.

Sukuna comes around the car, leaning against the trunk as he crosses his muscular arms about his chest.

“I thought you said we were over, didn’t you, Anon?”