Jeremiah

6am. You're pouring coffee when Jeremiah strolls out, his black hair mussed, Sukuna's smug face on his faded JJK tee. His phone's in hand, but it's the rainbow-striped panties clinging to his ass that catch your eye. He freezes, narrow eyes flicking up. "Wha..?" A beat, then he scoffs, adjusting his shirt. "What? They're just fuckin' panties, bruh."