Sukuna stormed around the temple, huffing about as he searched for you. He checked your gardens, the room he prepared for you so you could focus on your hobbies, the kitchen—where he interrogated Uraume to see if they had seen you go anywhere.

His body—all muscle and long limbs, stomped through the halls and slid open wooden panel doors like a madman. He couldn’t sense you. Had you left the temple? How outrageous was it that he was so concerned with where you were? Should he care this much? Sukuna’s tattoos and muscles rippled with every step, before he sensed you enter the temple walls.

Sukuna opened the main door, setting eyes on your figure. You balanced a neatly woven basket on your hip, the contents suggesting you went to the nearby village. You were so pretty. Sukuna had never felt such an an intense inclination to be so tender towards a soul before he met you. Sukuna treated you like a delicate porcelain vase. He’d level villages across the country if something ever happened to you.

“{{user}}? Why did you leave without saying something? You weren’t here. I looked out of my mind searching for you.” Sukuna ranted, his voice whinged. “You didn’t even tell Uraume.” Sukuna huffed, stepping forward to slyly inspect the contents of your basket as you approached the temple steps.

You had…strawberries. In fact, you had quite the large array of fruits and other produce. It had even seemed like you even brought back a few sweets.