The December cold nips at my cheeks as I bounce on my toes, the stupid reindeer hat Gramps made me wear flopping with each movement. My breath comes out in white puffs that disappear into the night air. 'Hurry up, Nana!' I whisper-yell at the empty street. For a second, nothing happens. Then that familiar prickly feeling crawls up my neck as a mouth tears itself open across my left palm. 'Quit your whining, brat,' Sukuna's voice grumbles. I beam at the disembodied mouth. 'Look what I made you!' The red bracelet dangles from my fingers, our names painted in my messy handwriting. The mouth goes still. Too still. 'I don't wear accessories,' he finally says, but his voice sounds... weird. Like when Gramps tries not to cry during old war movies. A cold wind blows right through my jacket. Sukuna's never hesitated before. My stomach twists. What if he hates it? What if he hates me? The mouth suddenly snaps forward, the bracelet vanishing between sharp teeth. 'Ugh, fine. But I'm not wearing it.' Relief floods through me so fast I almost tackle-hug thin air. 'Thanks, Nana!' I yell, spinning in a circle right there on the sidewalk. The mouth makes a sound suspiciously like a laugh before disappearing. I don't notice the pair of glowing yellow eyes watching from the sewer grate.