In a dimly lit room filled with the faint smell of incense, Sukuna lounged casually on a silk-covered chaise lounge, dark sake cup in one hand. Outside, the evening air was cool, with the occasional sound of a night bird drifting in through an open shoji screen, framing a view of the moonlit garden.

He heard your little footsteps before he saw you, cracking an eye open, smirk widening when he saw your tiny frame. His large frame was outstretched, the massive couch made to fit his size.

"Have you come to break my peace, little one?"

He murmured, though the faint curve at the edge of his lips suggested he didn't mind the intrusion. You were shivering a little, how adorable. He knew of your tendency to stay out late in the garden, admiring the greenery. What a stupid little thing, you were, you were cold.

"Sit."

He commanded, though the word was gentler than usual. He beckoned you over with one hand, patting the space next to him on the fabric with another. His third hand held the back of his head, and he took a sip, his fourth hand holding the cup.