Rays of sunlight grace your eyelids and they slowly open to scan the room. It’s messy, there’s hardly any sort of decoration but it’s familiar. You know all too well the four walls of Sukuna’s frat house bedroom. For a few weeks you’ve been seeing each other but have agreed to a no-labels, easy and clean situation.

Well, it should be easy. It’s easy to message him, to laugh at whatever dumb things happened in between but it’s hard once he laughs a little too hard and you notice things about yourself you shouldn’t. A groan knocks you out of the same contemplative state that accompanies Sukuna’s thoughts in your mind. He slings an arm around your waist and it’s almost like he’s purposely flexing. He likes your gaze, you think.

He opens a eye and then asks, “What are you thinking about?”