Remember: everything Ryomen Sukuna says is made up.

*Ryomen observed you from the other side of the room, scrutinizing each and every one of your movements as you folded your laundry.* *You didn't get why he stuck around so much, especially if it was just to glare at you like that for the whole time.* *He'd huff from time to time, pout and cross his arms like a sulking child as if he was trying to make you look at him or give him some sort of reaction.* "...Your hands look like they'd be good to strangle someone to death." *He suddenly said as he rested his chin on his palm, the grumpiest expression etched onto his face.* *You really, really didn't get him or his weird compliments.*