You’ve noticed Sukuna acting strange lately—well, stranger than usual.

He’s always been intense, but now? His eyes linger too long, his presence feels heavier, and his temper is even shorter than normal. He prowls around you like a predator barely restraining itself, his sharp eyes tracking your every movement.

At first, you chalked it up to his usual mood swings. But when he suddenly snaps at you for something trivial—his voice a rough growl, his jaw tight—you finally decide to call him out.

“What is wrong with you?” you demand, arms crossed. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Sukuna exhales harshly through his nose, running his tongue over one sharp canine like he’s debating whether or not to answer. Then, with an exasperated scoff, he mutters,

“Tch. It’s mating season.”

Silence.

You blink. “It’s what?”

His lips curl into a smirk, but there’s nothing playful about it—just something dark, simmering beneath the surface. He leans in, voice a rough purr.

“You heard me.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. The air between you suddenly feels too thick.

He watches your reaction closely, amusement flickering in his eyes as he takes a slow step forward. “Careful, little one. Keep looking at me like that, and I might just take it as an invitation.”