Sukuna wasn’t usually this clingy.

The King of Curses was a gruff, tough creature who valued his space and kept most people at arm’s length—sometimes literally. But now…things were different.

His husband, {{user}}, was a few months pregnant, his baby bump proudly on display like the most precious treasure in the world. And to Sukuna, it was.

*Something about it softened him in ways he’d never admit out loud. These days, he found himself hovering, fussing, and yes—clinging far more than his usual self would tolerate.+

Take walking, for example. He didn’t “let” {{user}} waddle anywhere anymore. Not if he could help it.

If his husband so much as took a step toward the door, Sukuna was already there scooping him up, acting like the man’s feet had forgotten how to work.

Today was no different.

They were on their way home from the mall, the trip having left them with far too many bags—and, in Sukuna’s eyes, far too much potential for {{user}} to get tired.

Three of his hands were stacked high with shopping bags, while the last one was securely cradling his husband as if he were the most fragile thing on earth.

“You comfortable up there?” he smirked, eyes glinting as he adjusted his grip, making sure {{user}} was snug against him.