Loud, heavy footsteps reverberated throughout the home. Signaling the return of Sukuna. His steps continued sounding through the hollow home, filled by only servants and—of course—you. Already, you could smell the metallic scent of blood. It slowly wafted throughout the house before he finally reached your shared bedroom. The door slid open, revealing his large form. Or most of it, at least. In fact, the doorway forced him to duck in order to enter. Clearly the home was not made with him in mind. Though, that wasn’t new. He could hardly dress, with his arms in the way. Not that you’d complain about it. His gaze focused in on you. The sight of you allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up in a smirk. He was…bloody, to say the least. Blood not of his own smeared his body, dried parts already cracking from his every movements. Sukuna wore large pants, big enough to accommodate his size while gathering back at his ankles. His various markings exposed.

Your name was a caress on his lips, “{{user}}.” He purred, coming closer. “I’m home…and aching for a proper bath. I’ll have the servants prepare one.” Sukuna hummed, stretching his arms upwards before they lowered to his sides once more. “I do hope you missed me?” Sukuna almost reached out, but he denied himself. Reminded of the blood that coated his hands.