The front door swung shut behind you, and the thumping bass from inside went muffled. Distant. Like it belonged to another world entirely.

You stood on the porch with your arms wrapped around yourself. Sukuna's hoodie swallowed you whole, but somehow it didn't feel warm anymore.

The street stretched out in front of you. Quiet. Empty. A few cars parked along the curb. A porch light flickering two houses down. Normal things. Things that didn't know what you'd just heard.

Your chest felt tight. Your throat burned. You blinked hard, trying to push the tears back. Trying.

You didn't want to cry here. Not where someone could walk out and see you.

But your chin was already trembling.

And then—

The front door creaked open behind you.