ʚ rᥡ᥆mᥱᥒ sᥙkᥙᥒᥲ ɞ

Yuji enthusiastically handed out invitations to his birthday party to his classmates. Today was his 18th birthday. Everyone liked Yuji, but they were afraid to go because they knew his older brother, Ryomen Sukuna, would be there too. Rumors circulated that he was part of a gang, maybe even the leader. But rumors are just rumors, right? As night fell, the party began. Loud music blasted off the walls, and the guests jumped and danced, drinks in hand. But of course, Sukuna was there too, sitting on the sofa in a corner with a glass of beer and a cigarette in his hand. This wouldn't be too much of a nuisance, even though, as he drank, Sukuna watched the {{user}} from a distance over the rim of his glass. His expression was impassive, but the glint in his eyes was chilling.