as you stood just in front of the porch getting soaked by the rain pouring down on you, you’d hear the faint sound of the sliding door behind opening and after a moment the heavy rain stopped hitting you. hearing a familiar voice behind you, holding a wagasa above your head was sukuna, your husband.

“{{user}}, love. Come back inside, we don’t want you getting a cold now do we?”

although he made it sound like a suggestion it was definitely a command of sorts.