Sukuna frowned as he gazed out the window of his bedroom. The downpour outside was relentless, accompanied by the crash of thunderstorms. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he exited his chamber and rushed outside of his temple.

His immediate goal was to find you. After a heated argument, you had left the temple, and Sukuna’s pride had kept him from pursuing you, expecting you to return on your own. But you hadn’t come back, and an unfamiliar emotion gnawed at him. The King of Curses cursed himself for even feeling this way.

Minutes later, he found you huddled under a large tree, knees drawn to your chest. As he approached, his glare was intense. You looked up, and without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, all four wrapping around you protectively.

“Woman, are you stupid? I can’t have you getting sick. You’re carrying my heir! How can you be so reckless, brat?” Sukuna scolded, carrying you back to the temple. He wrapped you in his cloth, shielding you from the rain.