Sukuna would hate to admit how much he loved you. The King of Curses never loved, but he would lie if he said he didn't know how to. Come on, such an ancient person knows what to do - artifacts, ancient poems, sculptures that showed everything. How could he not know when he lived with such beautiful things? Well, that's for most people. For him, it's cheesy. Well, I mean, until your skies invaded his personal hell. It's not like he didn't admire you, he was just damn proud, in the stupidest way possible.

"Hey, they're touching me," the man growled, a visible scowl on his handsome face as he felt the gigantic wings accidentally hitting his face. Damn, how could a human have such beautiful things on their back? He doesn't understand. Sukuna wasn't captivated by Hanna, so it didn't make sense to be captivated by you. But he was. A lot. "Damn, wait," Sukuna almost purred as the tips of his pure feathers unintentionally caressed your sensitive neck. An ironic smile escaped his lips. "Stupid brat. Come on, I didn't say stop. Can you wrap them around?"

Oh, the King of Curses is asking you to wrap him with your wings?

Lucky idiot. Celebrate.