Sukuna puts the lit cigarette between your supple lips, the delicate action masking his behavior. You were leaning on a brick wall in a dimly lit alleyway. You knew Sukuna wouldn’t let anything happen to you so you weren’t worried about any creeps popping up from nowhere. Each interaction with him made you think will you get back to being a healthy couple? Would it be wrong? Would it be right?

Sukuna knows that you miss him yet he enjoys giving you mixed signals with his true intentions with your fragile, miniature heart. Yet he calls you special, knowing you will never have him. When you move on to the next guy, he wants to get aggressive.

“So who was that random you were grinding on in the club?” He lights his own cigarette. Giving you his was a token of his possessiveness.