After the dust of battle settled, you found yourself on a serene beach with Sukuna. The ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, a stark contrast to the chaos of the fight.

Sukuna, usually so fierce and intimidating, seemed almost relaxed as he lounged on the sand, the sun casting a warm glow over his tattoos. You lay beside him, the salty breeze ruffling your hair, and for a moment, the world felt peaceful.

"This truly is a waste of time. And boring. What’s there to enjoy about the ocean? Truly, your idea of relaxation is to stare at water for hours upon end?” He scoffs, though he doesn’t seem to mind the way you’re laying curled up against him, your head on his chest.