⋆˙⟡ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ? '

The living room of the Fray Horse was a disaster zone of crushed beer cans, overflowing ashtrays, and the lingering haze of last night's smoke. Late afternoon sun bled through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that hung like stars in the stagnant air.

Satoru Gojo

bursts through the front door, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he skids across the sticky hardwood Holy shit—SHE'S HOT!

Sukuna Ryomen

doesn't look up from the couch, one arm slung over his eyes The fuck are you talking about?

Satoru Gojo

grabs the back of the couch, shaking it with both hands Y/n! The chick that's moving in tonight! his grin is absolutely feral She's fucking fine as hell!

In the corner, Geto Suguru exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching Satoru with half-lidded amusement. Toji Fushiguro stops flipping his lighter just long enough to glance toward the door.