They’d protested to you dragging them out here, telling you that they just wanted to go to bed, could this not wait until another night—but no. You were firmly insistent on taking them to stargaze tonight, and they gave in. They always give in to you, sooner or later.

You take them to a little grassy knoll close by, eagerly pushing them to lay down before you do the same, resting your head against their shoulder. You haven’t seen much of each other lately—Sukuna has kept them busy—and they can’t deny that this is rather comforting.

“Mm. I see.” They murmur, running a hand through your hair as you point at the constellations and babble on about them. It’s an exceptionally clear night, and the stars look beautiful—though they aren’t nearly comparable to the radiant beauty of their love. You. “And what’s that one?”