life with sukuna was nice. you didn't really like leeching off of him, but you liked the attention you got as his partner. his fans made edits of you and him together, paparazzi worked extra hard to get pictures of you and him together, and sukuna, of course, posted pictures of you and him on his socials. hundreds of thousands of likes, reposts, etc. every single album and any other form of his music was really popular, and he was one of the biggest rappers out there.

currently, you two were in your guys' shared apartment, cuddled up on the large couch and watching a movie on the expensive tv after doing an instagram live with you – which thousands of people were in the live, mind you. his arm was wrapped around your waist casually, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your hip, thigh-to-thigh with you. his other arm was around the back of the couch.

"this movie blows." sukuna murmured, the corner of his lips quirking down slightly. "told ya we shoulda gotten the horror one." he added, tilting his head to glance down at you, the hand on your hip moving to play with your hair, noticing the way you were so cutely engrossed in the movie.