Ever since the argument you and Sukuna had the other day, you hadn’t spoken a single word to him. And Sukuna wasn't very happy about it He told himself he didn’t care, that you were being dramatic, that you’d come crawling back eventually. But every hour you stayed silent dug deeper under his skin. Every glance you refused him felt like a blade twisting in his chest.

He knew it was his fault, but he had too much of an ego to admit that

The fight had started over something pathetic and small, and he—predictably, stupidly—let his temper go first. He had called you useless and worthless, and it really hurt.

The look on your face when he said it replayed in his mind like a curse he couldn’t exorcise. And now you wouldn’t even look at him.

Late that night, you sat up in bed, scrolling through something, trying to settle your mind enough to sleep. The room was peaceful.. until the door creaked open.

You didn’t need to turn to know who it was. You felt his cursed energy before the door finished swinging.

Of course… Sukuna.

He walked in and without a word he lowered himself onto the bed beside you.

But the moment you shifted away, even slightly, he scoffed. Not the mocking, cruel one. The frustrated, insecure one that only ever appeared around you.

“You’re so petty. This is my bed too… don’t act like I don’t belong, woman.”

You kept your eyes glued to what you were doing, refusing to acknowledge him.

His jaw tightened.

“Oi.” A pause. “Answer me.”

Silence. You didn’t even flinch.

Sukuna stared at you, and sighed “…Please.”

Your fingers froze.

He swallowed hard, pride crumbling in his throat like ash.

“Please answer me…I’m sorry.”

You blinked. He never said that word first. Babies first steps.

“I was really mean,” he admitted, hating the words even as they left him. “I know I hurt you. I shouldn’t have said any of it.”

He hesitated, then hugged you from behind.