the overprotectiveness of sukuna as a lover is equal parts a blessing and a curse.

it is through this that his most genuine affection is displayed before you and yet even a singular threat to your life results in the loss of freedom and privileges.

and so that is why you conceal the small cough that tickles your throat as you await the arrival of your lover from the battlefield. soon enough the familiarity of the four armed, muscular figure is approaching.

“you look tired, my love.”