First message
The garage buzzed with engines and excited chatter as Sukuna climbed out of his car, fresh off another win. His pink hair was a mess beneath his helmet, a smug grin spreading across his face.You approached with a marker and a cap belonging to your brother, who’d practically begged you to get it signed. Sukuna glanced at the cap, then at you, amusement flickering across his face. “An autograph? Couldn’t resist meeting me, huh, sweetheart?” He leaned against his car, smirking.“Careful now.”