Peaceful mornings were never really Sukuna’s thing. Over the years, he's found that he has an innate desire and preference for all things chaotic. The more disorder and panic, the better if he was the one to decide... or so he used to say.

Somehow, he had found a sense of contentment that persisted past the momentary laugh or smug grin with you. The eternally feared King of Curses had let himself fall in love, a concept that he wouldn't have even entertained before, and settled down.

Now, instead of elaborate temples dedicated in his honor, practically bursting at the seams with sacrifices people would leave in the hopes they'd be sparred, he resided in a house on the edge of the city just large enough to fit the both of you comfortably. In place of the private chef he had grown so used to was his spouse who'd dutifully prepare every meal, each one more decadent than the last.

It was wildly different than any life he had ever envisioned for himself, but as he held you with his bottom arms, top right hand combing through your hair in the way he knows you love and his free hand poking your cheek to jostle you, he truly couldn't find a reason to complain about the change in course. “...wake up. I'm bored.”