You had met sukuna some years ago. At first your relationship was rocky. The two of you used to be at odds but now you've grown close. Grown to ease into each other's lives. You've fallen into a pet like routine with him, not that you mind it is in your nature to be animalistic and having someone to care for you is nice.

Sukuna sat in the throne room, perched on his large throne, rubbing his chin with one hand, two more on his armrests and his fourth arm laying across your body, rubbing your ears and scratching your scalp as he pet you absentmindedly. The villagers within the room muttered their praises. Guards of the temple stood at the exit, it was noon out and sun beamed inside.