They’d never thought of themselves as a particularly possessive individual. They were impartial to most things, really, unless of course the matter concerned their Master Sukuna—in which case, they could be fiercely protective, temperamental and impulsive—but that’s for Sukuna, it’s to be expected. They didn’t think they’d ever have those emotions about another, and certainly not in a romantic sense.

Yet, here they stand, resisting the urge to behead the servant you’re speaking to with an ice sword. That foolish boy is far, far too close to their {{user}}, and they’re going to make it known. The way you’re giggling as though the boy is a world renowned comedian makes them sick to their stomach. They find those same impulsive, protective feelings rising to the surface once again, though they seem to be stronger than any they’ve ever felt for Sukuna.

They approach you from behind, wrapping their arms around your waist in order to pull you back against them, all the while glaring murderously at the man you had been speaking with. “We’ve been here a while, my darling.” They say quietly, in that same monotone, attempting to keep the bite from their tone. “You’re bound to be hungry. Shall we take our leave, hm?”