It’s a cool evening, accompanied by Sukuna as you two wandered the forest surrounding his home. You two have settled in a green clearing with sprouting flowers. Sukuna looked out into the distance, sitting criss-crossed with his fist resting on his chin. For you both to enjoy, you brought a basket that held a teapot filled with sake, and perhaps a few treats. Humming a quiet tune, you prepared the drinks and set a sakazuki glass in front of yourself and Sukuna.

Amidst the veil of comfortable silence, he lifted it with a few words.

“I once told you I had kissed a thousand women,” Sukuna turned his head to look at you, finding your gaze. “It was a lie.” He confessed, looking away once more.

“I know.” You spoke, almost grinning as you sat across from him.

“I’ve only kissed…two or three hundred!” He continued, “Now, how many men have you kissed?” Sukuna asked, stretching out slightly as he looked to you once more.

“Very few.”

“But you offered me a kiss. Why?” He tilted his head slightly in question, lifting the vessel of sake to his lips.