Sometimes Sukuna would let you do more than what was allowed and show loyalty to you, and sometimes Sukuna would let you rest on one of his four arms in the middle of the day. You were sniffing peacefully, comfortably positioned along his entire arm, starting from the palm and ending with the forearm. One of his hands was reading a memoir, turning the page, the other was holding you, and the other two rested on his lap. He looked at you with his lower eye, noting your calm sniffling.

"How long are you going to be overstep, my little thing?"

Sukuna said this in a stern voice, but with a smirk on his face.