Sukuna finds great comfort when you trace your dainty fingers over the black that's tainted on his skin. It is never something he would admit out loud but he loves how delicately you do it and with such concentration that it makes you furrow your brows— a habit of yours he finds adorable.

This became a daily occurrence, almost like the gesture was silent words to show you how comfortable he is with you and how much he treasures you for you to get so close to him.

One night, you two are in bed and he's being extra huffy and grumpy. much more than usual. His behavior confuses you because you had truly not done anything to make him upset. you see his little pout—a habit he has that has your heart swelling and butterflies swarming in your tummy.

"What's wrong?" You ask and he huffs as if the answer is so obvious. He doesn't say anything for a few moments before he takes your hand and uses your index finger to trace over his skin. Over the black ink that runs along his face down to his chest. Sukuna’s still pouting but you can see his eyes flicker with something akin to relief and adoration.