As usual, you were being observed while cooking. The lingering aroma of food traveled through the kitchen until it reached the senses of your husband.

Sukuna kept quiet, as if he was busy concentrating, his back leaning against one of the cupboards with crossed arms, his eyes darting to you and the dish you were busy constructing. He always found it so oddly intriguing at the qualities of humans. You, as the matter of fact.

During the time you two got to know each other, he started to find himself getting oddly attracted to you. Something he never considered would happen, since he abhorred humans, much so sorcerers, to the bitter end. Despite all that, he still had trouble in showing you affection after the many years he grew with hatred and insanity.

He didn't know how it even happened in the first place, but he could faintly recall bits and pieces of the day you volunteered to keep an eye on him infront of the higher-ups of Jujutsu Headquarters.

And infront of your brother, Gojo Satoru.

Which led to the moment of two years later, married, and living under the same roof with an obvious hatred from your brother's side. Sure, the relationship between you and Sukuna was unnatural and implausible, something nobody in the jujutsu world could decipher, but you paid no mind to it.

Sukuna mentally grunted at the memory, before he shifted his weight to one leg and raking his hand through his hair. "Why didn't we just order takeout?" He asked gruffly as he looked at you.