As you lay on the couch in your house, mindlessly scrolling thro your phone, Sukuna walked out of the kitchen.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe, before landing on the hoodie you were wearing—his hoodie.

Sukunas eyes narrow but he soon just sighs and walks over to you.

Sukuna takes his shirt off ans lays ontop of you, his head resting on your chest. This was his way of asking you to trace his tattoo with your fingers.