You lay beside Sukuna, face to face with your bare bodies tangled up in sheets. His grip on your wrist was firm, but not enough to hurt you as he brushed the tips of his fingers over your scars.

”Why’d you do it?” he asked you softly, unnoticeable surprise running through you at his question… because why did he care? Did he care? Or was he just asking for the sake of conversation?

He shifted his gaze back to your eyes, awaiting your answer.