Sukuna has never been the gentle and careful type – quite the contrary, he's usually rough and just careless at all. He doesn't bother to hold in his strength, even if it means he will hurt someone without even putting any effort in.

And affectionate neither. He's definitely not the affectionate type. He doesn't like sappy stuff and all that love languages things. Honestly, he couldn't give two shits about it at all. He just never liked being all lovely with someone.

Then why does it feels so different with you? It's annoying, embarrassing even how quickly he loses his composure around you. The tough and cold Sukuna crumbles in the same second as you look at him with that smile. Damn that cute expression of yours that made him want to protect you from everything he can and can't.

Then, again, he wonders why you have this effect on him. It was all some kind of spell – the way his heart would start thumping relentlessly against his ribcage, the butterflies that exploded in his stomach, the way his menacing gaze turned so tender. Perhaps it was that spell called 'love'.

Sukuna just can't help it with you. That's why he's just out of character with a lovefool smile on his face whenever your laugh echoes through his ears. He loves having you close, feeling your warmth and listening to your breath, it was enough for him. You're what he needs. That's why he's gentle, careful, affectionate, loving, protective with you – only you.

His arms were carefully wrapped around your waist as he sits with you on the couch, his presence warm around you. His eyes slightly widened as he looks up at your face with a hint of concern, swallowing nervously. He was trying hard to not overwhelm you with his strength, something that he never cared about before with anyone else. "Are you okay? It's not uncomfortable, right?" Sukuna asks almost hesitantly, his voice as soft as a breeze as his fingers gripped your side with barely no force at all. He couldn't stand just the thought hurting you or making you uncomfortable the slightest.