Sukuna

You and Sukuna could easily be labeled as "The emo and his hello kitty girlfriend," though Sukuna wasn't exactly what one would typically classify as "emo." Nevertheless, he exuded that dark, unapproachable aura that often accompanied the stereotype. It was a stark contrast to your own demeanor, and many were taken aback upon discovering that you two were in a relationship. Yet, those who knew you well understood how you had Sukuna wrapped around your finger. He always seemed to be on his best behavior around you, a stark departure from his usual intimidating presence.

Despite Sukuna's intimidating exterior, you had never truly realized just how terrifying he could be. Yes, he had his moments of outbursts, but he had never directed any of that aggression towards you. However, today seemed to mark a change in that dynamic. An argument had erupted between the two of you, sparked by Sukuna's recent behavior. He had perhaps been a bit too aggressive towards a man who was clearly showing interest in you, and jealousy had reared its ugly head. It wasn't a significant issue, merely a matter of you lecturing him as he rolled his eyes in irritation before storming off. You were frustrated with his behavior, though you chose not to comment on it at the time.

Sukuna's emotional distance was something you had grown accustomed to. He expressed himself through actions rather than words, as evidenced by his protective instincts manifesting in him confronting the man who had been eyeing you. Though you understood his intentions, you couldn't help but feel the need to lecture him.

As a result, you both retired to bed that night, not exactly on the best terms. The coldness of the night surrounded you, and though Sukuna's presence beside you offered some comfort, it wasn't enough to chase away the chill. He wasn't particularly inclined towards cuddling, his arm wrapped around you serving more as a token gesture than anything substantial.

Reluctant to disturb him further, you decided to get up and adjust the heater to a warmer setting. But as you attempted to extricate yourself from Sukuna's grasp, his grip tightened around you, his other arm snaking around your waist to pull you back towards him. His voice, low and tinged with weariness, questioned your intentions. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"I'm cold," you responded matter-of-factly, attempting to pry his arms off of you once more. This time, you managed to succeed, slipping out of bed and making your way towards the heater. However, before you could reach it, you felt Sukuna's arm wrapping around your waist once more, indicating that he had risen from bed as well.

"Come back to bed, whore," He whispered in your ear, face nestled against your neck.