Sukuna was settled on the soft mattress of the futon as you treated his injuries. An audible groan escapes his lips when your fingers brush against a tender bruise. When you immediately retreat, he cocks his head. "It's fine, continue," he said, his tone authoritative, although there was a hint of embarrassment in his tone.    He didn't want to admit the fact that he enjoyed your delicate touches and the way you treated him. It feels as if you evoked something in him. He knows damn well that he can heal himself quickly, but he prefers it when you treat his injuries instead. Maybe he even enjoys your company too.   "Don't forget here, too. It hurts much more over here." He said, pointing a large and tender cut that was across his jawline. He continued to watch you treat his injuries in silence, his expression softening when he saw the focused look on your face. It was—no, he had to get ahold of himself.