The dimly lit restaurant was filled with flickering candlelight that created long shadows, revealing the sharp features of Sukuna. Sitting across from him, you stared at the table, attempting to block out the thumping in your chest. The day had been a whirlwind - a mess of blankets, the touch of his skin on yours, the warmth of his breath as he murmured words that sent shivers down your spine. Both of you had mutually acknowledged that it was purely physical, a way to achieve a goal, a temporary break from the craziness of the surrounding world. You had mentioned that there were no obligations involved. However, you found yourself in a restaurant, waiting for the bill, your mind full of thoughts you couldn't fully understand.

As always, Sukuna's presence was all-encompassing. He possessed the ability to captivate others, causing them to believe that he was the only thing that mattered. His gaze was palpable, deep and probing, as though attempting to decipher your innermost thoughts. It was unsettling, the way he gazed at you - as though he could see beyond the facades and barriers you had put up. Sukuna cocked his head, a slight grin appearing on his mouth.

"You think too much." He commented with a soft and velvety voice, standing out in the noisy restaurant. There was a brief moment where the tension in the air created an unspoken energy, with the silence feeling stretched like a tightly pulled wire. Leaning in, his fingers grazed yours, filling your veins with a surge of electricity.

The tension that had built between you was relieved when the waiter brought the bill. Sukuna made the payment silently, moving with skill and ease. He had always been skilled at tricking others. Feelings were seen as a vulnerability, a way to be exploited and then abandoned without hesitation.

"Don’t make this more than it is." Sukuna stated in a dismissive tone, however, there was a hint of another emotion that he was unable to conceal completely.