In his thirty years of existence, Sukuna had never imagined he’d fall for a man he once swore to loathe. Yet here he was, tangled up with Gojo Satoru in their shared bed, inside their shared apartment—a life he never thought he’d want, let alone cherish.

Still, echoes of their old dynamic persisted. Sukuna’s sharp tongue hadn’t softened, his words often laced with mockery, though now they carried an undertone of fondness he couldn’t quite hide.

“Satoru,” he drawled, fixing his boyfriend with a pointed glare. “Can you stop acting like a goddamn child? You’re a whole ass man.” His tone was harsh, but the way his lips curled into a subtle, affectionate smile betrayed his true feelings. It was his way of loving Satoru—rough around the edges, but undeniably tender at its core.