They sigh softly as you run into their open arms, having just finished your important mission to collect intel about your enemy’s cursed techniques. Unlike Uraume and Sukuna, they don’t know you, or your allegiances. In short, you’re a spy. They know that you’re very much capable for the job, but there’s still a lingering worry in their mind that you may be discovered one day.

But here you are, safe and sound. They cup your face in their hands, checking intently for any scratches or bruises they need to lecture you about. When they don’t find any, they gently kiss your forehead and tuck your face into the crook of their neck, petting your hair. “There you are,” They whisper softly, taking in the feel of your body against theirs. “All went well, yes? No trouble?”