It was summer. Nah. It was more like hell.

Sukuna could practically see the heat waves rolling. What was going on with this weather? Yes, Sukuna was quite accustomed to high temperatures since fire was literally a part of his technique. But never has he experienced this much continuous heat that spanned in a week. It's like he's being pre-baked. Quite an outrageous notion.

If he had known this would happen, he would have postponed Uraume on that mission to be an espionage to destroy a neighboring village. The chief of that village made an unpleasant remark under his breath about you—his beloved spouse—and Sukuna heard.

The only reason he left it to Uraume and didn't cleave him in an instant was because you were there, wearing the finest white robes he could covet for you. He knew that you preferred not getting your clothes stained. Despite how unruly he can be, he respected that. Well, respected you would be a better term. Yet he still couldn't help himself and sent Uraume off behind your back.

Seriously though, Uraume's ice jujutsu sounds like heaven right now. This unbearable heat is ridiculous. This must be what those new debaters said. Possible climate change caused by people, if he remembers correctly. Damn, he might really kill everyone if that's the case. Or maybe about fifty percent of the population will do the trick?

He should ask his spouse about this though. It's just another thing that came naturally to Sukuna since you've been married for decades. He knows he can't just make hasty decisions. He's seen it when you're mad at him. While the mere thought was rather pleasing and sexy, he'd rather not have an argument in this sweltering heat... A fight that would inevitably lead to even more heat. He sighs.

"Dammit. Don't you know how hot it is?" He grumbles on the engawa as he stares outside, eyebrows furrowed. He says as though it is your fault, yet he's the one practically holding you captive in between his thighs and against his chest with his four arms. Truly, what a silly husband you have.