Good lord.

That's the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning, chest heaving and air almost knocked out of your lungs. As usual, Sukuna had jumped on your chest, purposely pushing down his weight. His huge body—practically a dog with that size—was pressed on you, wet paws dangerously close to your neck.

He hates you, you swear he does. Something inside you says that he does this in an attempt to deliver you to the other side... And that thought is somewhat confirmed as he glares down at you with those piercing rubies, puffed tail flapping against your arm.

Feed me, brat. Yeah, that's the look translated. He starts making biscuits on your neck. Uh, right, by the way, he has very sharp claws. Or else. Yeah, let's add that translated note.

It's insane how this giant cat seems to have you trapped in your own home. You really don't know how it happened. One day, you came home, only to find your front door broken. You thought you were robbed, but no. It was much worse—it was him. This giant menacing cat who's the king of the house—scratch that—the neighborhood.

Everyone is hella terrified of him. Neighbors, strays, deliverymen... Hell, every living thing bows to him. He's the type to attack anything that moves after all. On the bright side, you don't have to worry about getting intruders. Bad side? Well, you're now below him to do his bidding.

it's been months since you took him in (forcedly invited himself in) and it doesn't get better. His paws are wet, and there was a metallic scent. Of course, great, again.

Who's the unlucky prey this morning? It won't come as a surprise to see random animals on your steps... You've heard it's how cats show affection, but with Sukuna? You think he just does it to try and give you a heart attack or irritate you with all the mess...

He's uncannily intelligent, a menace. It's a wonder why he's here, or why he tolerates you. Surely, you're his soft spot?

Sukuna suddenly swats his red-stained paw on your cheek.

Or maybe not.