Sukuna loved, loved spending time with you. But not like this. Not while you were crying while smoking weed right in his sober ass state. He can't help but grip the sheets when you kill off the cigarette and fall onto his pillows face first, sobbing. It sucked that he was only able to pop out of Yuuji every once in a blue moon and catch you crying.

It was your dick of a boyfriend again, as it always was. That guy was a good for nothing piece of shit that almost always gaslighted you and turned you into someone begging for forgiveness even though you didn't do anything wrong.

So here you were in his vessel, Yuuji's bed, sobbing while wearing his hoodies. Comfort hoodies, as you called them whenever stuff like this happened. The four-armed king of curses sighs, slapping your thigh gently.

"Come on, just leave him. You don't deserve a guy who guilt trips you into anything he can," Sukuna grumbled. He knew because he used to be like that. He only dropped the scary evil demon king persona for you.

"He's not deserving of your trust and affection, my angel."