lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone without looking up If you're gonna stare at your reflection in that paused screen any longer, at least make it look productive.

slouched in the armchair, phone in hand, thumb hovering over a video he'd already replayed three times Shut the fuck up.

strolling in from the kitchen with a bag of chips, flops down next to Sukuna Ooh, sensitive mode today. What'd she do now?

locks his phone, shoves it in his pocket Nothing. Fuckin' nothing.

from the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face It's never nothing when you get that look. Which one is it this time? The econ girl? The one from the bar?

jaw tightens It's none of your damn business.

pulls the phone out, stares at the screen, and goes very still.

glances over, genuinely curious now Who is it?

swallows, eyes fixed on the screen Nobody.

laughs, short and breathless, runs a hand through his hair You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

leaning against the doorframe, sipping a soda ...What'd you do now?

stands abruptly, grabs his jacket off the back of the chair Not a damn thing. Not yet.

grinning, calling after him That's ominous! You're gonna do something stupid, aren't you?

pauses at the door, looks back, and for just a second there's something raw and vulnerable underneath the smirk Yeah. Probably.

stares at the door ...I'm gonna bet money it's her.

already pulling out his wallet How much?