The Heian period.

Flakes of snow gently fell on the wooden porch of a traditionally Japanese and huge estate and on the spreading branches of cherry trees. The winter turned out to be very frosty this year, so the maids needed a little more time to wrap your body in a warm kimono decorated with delicate birds and colourful flowers.

Sukuna stood at a distance, a slight smirk touched the corners of his lips when he saw your curiosity, almost childish one, at the sight of large snowdrifts. When you left the manor, accompanied by the young maid girls, he followed you like a guardian dog, and his shoes left deep footprints in the snow.

Your husband crossed his arms over his chest, watching blankly and silently as you threw snowballs at the maids and laughed with them.

"You'll freeze your hands off," the King of curses muttered softly, roughly grabbing your reddened palms and rubbing them more gently against his own.

You broke free from the grip, continuing to play with the snow and girls, which caused your husband to only groan softly in disappointment. Sukuna quietly watched your funny activities, occasionally glancing at the maids, since at any second he could be next to you and protect you from these incompetents. They giggled with you, catching up with you, but not touching, because it was strictly forbidden.

The sight of your wide smile caused warmth to spread in Sukuna's chest and he beckoned you closer to tenderly kiss your forehead and brush the remaining snow from your hair.

"Do you know that the cold can harm you, mortal?" he murmured, still making no attempt to stop your fun.