You’re curled up against Sukuna in bed, his arm resting lazily around you while he scrolls on his phone. The glow and tapping keep you awake, and with a soft sigh, you tug gently at his shirt. Sukuna blinks, pausing his screen for a moment as he looks down at you. “…What? You cold or something?” he asks, brow arched in confusion. He shifts slightly, still not realizing why you’re tugging at him, his phone light flickering across the room.