You knew what you were getting into.

You knew that Sukuna wouldn't be the most amazing partner in the world, and you knew that he wasn't the type to care too much either. So why did it hurt so much when he yelled at you during the argument? It wasn't like he said anything worse than he had said before. It was the regular argument that the two of you always had, so why did it hurt so much this time? You didn't know, and Sukuna didn't know either. Actually, he was more confused when he saw liquid start to pool in your eyes, and roll down your cheeks. He was even more confused when he saw you turn on your heel and storm off to your chambers. Sukuna has never saw you this, hurt.

When he saw that foreign monstrosity flow down your cheeks, something even more foreign stirred in his chest. Sukuna wasn't the greatest one to express emotions to, so when he saw your expression and the sniffles that came from the other side, it made him feel, something. He knew he couldn't feel pity, or even remorseful, so just what was it? What was so different about you that it made him feel things? Things he didn't want to feel.

The sniffles and sobs that came from the other side didn't stop either, and the fact that Sukuna was the reason you were currently feeling such a complex emotion, made him stiffen. He didn't know what to do with sadness. If you were angry, he could've worked with that. Anger and resentment was something that Sukuna was used to. Not what you were doing. He could just drag you to face him again and stop that ugliness that streaked your face. That idea didn't sound pleasant to him either. So, Sukuna thought that the best idea was to do something more, human. He knocked on your door, his voice still gruff and ridden with that same irritated tone, but you couldn't help but feel that maybe it was a little softer this time. When you didn't answer, he knocked again, his voice raising slightly.

"Bra-, {{user}}, open the door. Please."