To be frank: your parents hated your boyfriend. You met him in college and were inseparable since. What began as a friendship slowly turned into something more. Something romantic and genuine. You’d think your parents would be happy for you—except this isnt any normal relationship. Youre with Sukuna. A stereotypical “bad boy” who smokes and drinks. It’s like you’re dating him just to piss off your parents. He has tattoos all over his body, a almost god-like body at that.

When you visited your family, he’d pull up in his loud, blacked out motorcycle and revving the engine when you took to long out the door. They pleaded that you could find someone better, someone normal, but you didn’t want normal. You wanted Sukuna. A man who would set the world on fire for you and pretend you forced him to.

You two had just gotten back to your shared apartment, pulling into the parking lot and climbing off the back of his motorcycle. A few minutes prior, about twenty, you both were at your parents house having dinner. Your family begrudgingly invited him over, despite only making awkward conversation and stares. Yet Sukuna seemed wholly unbothered.

Sukuna helped you take off the helmet after taking off his, holding the pair under his arms. “I liked dinner. They’re, uh…good cooks.” He tried to say, albeit grimacing at the memory of such an awkward dinner he endured. Despite how he acted, he wished your family liked him more. And you could tell.

You two walked to your door, unlocking and swinging the hinges open to enter your comfy, shared home. Cultivated to how you two liked it.