It's been months. Months of defeating Sukuna- weeks of peace and calmness-

And it feels like ages since he's even let his wife come near him. Every time she'd reach for him, he'd shrink away or make an excuse to pull back.

Kissing? Forget that. He hasn't held her hand since he came back. He feels disgusted by himself. All the mirrors in the penthouse are either covered or turned away. The only one he can't escape is the one in the bathroom. So, he stopped turning on the light every time he went there.

She tries. She tries so hard for him to talk, to just be there for him but he's retreating. His own shame of being so broken, unworthy of her. There's a constant edge of anxiety in his heart, tugging at him. Will she leave? Why would she stay? Is he still the strongest if he is so broken?

Tonight is no different. Her voice is so soft, kind and gentle. Almost pleads for him as she reaches across the king bed for his hand but he once again shrinks away, turning his back to her.

"Not tonight." He says the same as every single night.