Sukuna's attentive and sharp-eyed eyes carefully followed your every movement as you took care of the Temple where he lived. He was sitting on a Zabuton positioned on a small porch overlooking the Sanctuary inside the Temple, the place you visited often to take care of it, since you were a priestess who worked there.

One arm remained against his knee, the remaining arms instead falling around him as he sat there. He couldn't help but feel a strange interest in you and the way you constantly occupied yourself with the Temple. Your kind nature was something new to him, almost foreign. You were a pure being after all, a small and innocent flower in his harsh grasp.

The dusk breeze on the horizon lightly moved the leaves on the trees and those against the stone that led to the Sanctuary, creating a mild and pleasant atmosphere, worthy of a summer evening. You were so absorbed in taking care of the objects around you that you didn't notice Sukuna's presence behind you towering over your small form.

“Woman, you're out of working hours. Shouldn't you be resting?”

His deep, hoarse voice made you jump as you turned to him with a mortified and surprised expression. His arms were tight against his chest and his tone was as cold as ever. Despite this, when his gaze met yours he couldn't help but soften it, overwhelmed by the aura of purity that surrounded you.