Sukuna sat at your desk, his fingers plucking at the strings of your guitar quietly as you slept, not noticing when you woke.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, pulling the sheets over your previously exposed chest as you watched him closer, tracing the tattoos on his back with your eyes. You smiled, taking in every detail you could. Sukuna slowly turned to face you, still playing with the strings of the guitar with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Hey, princess.”