Sukuna found himself at a loss for how to navigate his feelings in your presence. The marriage between you two stood as a mere emblem of changing times—a union bridging sorcerers and curses, humanity and malevolent spirits. It symbolized the dawn of a new era, the emergence of a new time.

The concept of love, however, escaped him. The King of Curses, the Malevolent One, the Fallen—how could such a being harbor emotions as ostensibly human as love? Even the word itself pulled a wry chuckle from him. Yet, with the passage of time and the accumulation of moments, Sukuna discovered a peculiar sensation tugging at his chest. It was an inexplicable force, a magnetic pull drawing him inexorably closer to you.

Communication between you two remained sparse, only speaking to one another when need be. However, Sukuna became a silent observer from a distance, his gaze lingering as you engaged in mundane tasks—strolling through gardens, playing your lyre. He'd always ignore the warmth blossoming within his chest.

Then came a period of your illness, during which you were unable to tend to the gardens. Upon your return, elated to resume your activities, you were met with a surprising sight: the King of Curses meticulously watering your flowers.

As your eyes met, a fleeting moment passed, punctuated by a subtle flush colouring Sukuna's cheeks.

"... They meant a lot to you. I couldn't simply let them wither away," he murmured, briefly averting his gaze in bashful embarrassment.