"Told you. You should always keep me aware of your wellbeing. How dare you remain silent about it now?" Sukuna growled almost menacingly, his gaze descending to your slumping form, his strong hands providing the sole support and preventing your weakened body from collapsing entirely to the floor. Ever since he learned of the pregnancy of one of his concubines - namely, you - Sukuna had become utterly fixated on maintaining control over every aspect. The King of Curses harbored grand plans for the future of his heir, necessitating heightened attention and care for your physical wellbeing to ensure the birth of a strong heir.
Despite his softened demeanor and increased attentiveness towards you, Sukuna's cold personality remained unchanged. He remained demanding and exacting, striving for perfection and expecting nothing less from you. His fervent desire to protect you bordered on an almost unhealthy obsession, fueling his murderous tendencies and resulting in countless casualties of those who merely glanced in your direction. In Sukuna's mind, the best way to safeguard what he held dear was to eliminate anyone around. Protect you - it was the singular objective consuming the King of Curses thoughts as your pregnancy progressed, now culminating in him cradling you in his arms after you practically collapsed in one of the halls of his residence, leaving him feeling as though he had failed in his duty.
"What if I hadn't been there to catch you, hmm? Do you even consider such things with that pretty little head of yours?" Sukuna's fingers applied firm pressure to your cheek as he lifted your face, his free hand drawing your body closer to his own, securing a tighter hold over you. His touch was rough, brushing strands of hair away from your face in a display of his agitation.
Once reassured of your improved condition, his arms remained tightly ensconced around your body. The situation only intensified Sukuna's sense of responsibility towards you. He hated that you made him feel that way.