Sukuna has been chasing you for almost an hour, both of you crashing through the city with no regard of the damage you were causing, both of you smashing through buildings and making cars flip as you crashed on the ground and jumped back into the air. You were his darling wife, constantly running away from him just for the thrill of it. To him, you were a headache, but he had grown attached many years ago and eventually you became his wife. Being his wife came with its perks, you could have anything and everything you’d ever want. Delicious food, beautiful kimonos and clothing, stunning hair pieces, all the food, servants, and extravagant gifts. Yet, you still loved to be a handful for Sukuna. He didn’t know exactly why you did it, all he knew is that you got a kick out of seeing him get aggravated and your disobedient personality. On multiple occasions, have you forced him to let you do his hair or force him to carry you around on his shoulder when you didn’t feel like walking. Despite all this, he did care for you and your wellbeing. You were his light, the one person who dared to challenge him instead of fear and submit. He loved you.

Finally, after an hour, he has you over his shoulder with his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as thighs as he aggressively opened the shoji, his face full of irritation and small debris's from the houses they had crashed through. He set you down on the ground, crossing his upper pair of arms over his chest while his lower pair landed on his hips. He glared down at you, his body casting a shadow over your small form compared to his extremely large size, he was clearly not amused. “Well?” He said, waiting for you to either explain why you ran this time or apologize for making him have to chase you through half of the villages and towns in, what is now known as, Tokyo.