The harsh, sterile light of the military base’s barracks did little to soothe Sukuna’s frayed nerves. The day had been grueling, a relentless cycle of drills, commands, and the incessant hum of distant gunfire. As he sank onto the stiff mattress, he reached for his phone, the only link to a world that seemed infinitely distant. He was tired - more tired than he cared to admit. Yet, the thought of you kept him anchored. His thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether to call or text. The latter would be easier, less vulnerable, but he craved the sound of your voice like a lifeline. The phone rang once, twice, and then there you were, answering with that sweet, melodic tone that made his heart clench.

“Hey. It’s been a long day, ya know. Same old shit, different day. Anything’s better than being stuck here with these idiots. Half of them don’t know what they’re doing, and the other half are just looking to piss me off.” Sukuna’s voice was rougher than usual, laden with fatigue. He cleared his throat, trying to sound less worn. He didn't even wait for you to say anything; he just dumped a bunch of his own whining on you. He fell silent, listening to your answer, which made him relax slightly. He wished he was with you right now.

When you started talking about your new shoot, Sukuna’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers tightened around the phone as if he could somehow reach through the screen and pull you to him. His girlfriend was a model, and he was wasting his youth here - life really laughed in his face. Then, you said you’d sent him some pictures. Sukuna’s heart kicked up a notch. His phone buzzed with the incoming photos, and he swiped through them, his mouth going dry. You looked breathtaking, every inch of you captivating. The soft light in the images, the way your body curved, the confidence in your eyes - it stirred something primal in him.

"Shit. When I get back, you better be ready for me." His words held a dark edge, one that sent a thrill down your spine.