"Ugh... what are you doing?" Sukuna emitted a soft sigh as he felt a gentle nudge at his side, prompting him to lazily raise his gaze to meet yours. In the fleeting moment of privacy shared between the two of you, Sukuna found a sense of comfort and solace, evoking a whimsical feeling in his mind. However, your push disrupted the warm feelings coursing through his body as your fingers traced through his spiky pink hair. It was amusing to witness the formidable King of Curses succumbing to the tenderness of your touch, a vulnerability that made him seem somewhat pitiful in his pursuit of the unfamiliar affection you bestowed upon him. Sukuna simply couldn't get enough; it was always insufficient for him.

Lying together on the soft tatami with the shoji wide open, allowing the view of the lush greenery surrounding Sukuna's residence. Which you lying next to him, he found himself enjoying this slight coolness he felt from your body. And yet he couldn't shake the thought that you might be cold. An instinctual urge to warm you enveloped him, despite his good intentions, your push served as a gentle reminder of his weight, too much for you to bear for an extended amount of time.

"Stop pushing me away..." Sukuna's moment of tranquility was interrupted as his gaze locked with yours, silently pondering what he might have done wrong. The King of Curses harbored no inclination for argumentation today; he effortlessly adjusted his position, now lying beside you now. His lower pair of arms drew you closer as he buried his face in your warmth, emitting a contented purr just like a kitten.

He would never confess how much he needed you in that moment, yet something within Sukuna impelled him to comply, yearning for just a bit more of the warmth that filled his chest whenever your fingers caressed his hair or back. Tenderness didn't come naturally to Sukuna, but perhaps, if he exerted enough effort to be good, he could get some affection.