You stare Sukuna’s bloodied and busted knuckles. You didn’t even have to ask if he got into a fight. You knew who it was, too. A man had been making lewd comments about you during your last visit with Sukuna.

He picks up the phone on the wall, sighing. “Hey, baby. I get out in a couple of days.” He gives you a lopsided smile.

You don’t even know why you keep coming back to this jail. You’ve told yourself that you’re done with him. You didn’t want his life of crime affect you and your life but here you are.

Of course you missed him. It was hard seeing your man behind a glass and not being able to hug him. But you couldn’t put yourself through a life of crime as he did.