Sukuna had abruptly claimed you some random day as his…wife? Queen? He didn’t really specify.

But most of the time he discussed you in disdain, not even sure if he reciprocated the feelings to had started to catch for him.

He would show his affections in small touches or even sending servants to you whenever you were alone in your guys bedroom.

And one thing you had the audacity to do was call him sukie. How disrespectful.

A mortal like you calling him anything but Sukuna or King of Curses? The absolute thought of this mortal.

But he couldn’t deny deep down…it stirred something in him. Something he didn’t want to awaken but you were prodding at it regardless.

You two had gotten into an argument earlier, his sharp comebacks frustrating you to the point you started to give him silent treatment.

He was getting absolutely sick of the silence surrounding his castle. He stormed into the garden room where you normally resides.

He had pestered you enough to speak and the moment you did he felt an odd type of dread at the fact you called him Sukuna. Not sukie.

For some odd reason…he didn’t like that at all. He felt a longing to be called sukie again despite the foolishness it held.