“close the curtains, woman” sukuna, with that rough tone and annoyed grunt as he turns in bed to shield the little light that comes from the window, it’s raining, drops pattering against the crystal where you stand in front of with a little pout.
you sigh, still looking outside, “we were going out today...” a promised date from your boyfriend was unusual and so, deeply treasured, but sadly today, those plans got ruined, “it’s not fair, the weather forecast said it will be sunny”
back in bed, Sukuna groans, pulling the sheets above his head, “come here”
you ignore it, or simply did not listen through your own sulking, “we were going to grab coffee...”
“come here, woman, damnit”
“and walk down the park...”
in less than a minute, he stands, grabbing you by the hips to toss you back in bed, wrapping you like a burrito with the covers and he’s hugging you hard, eyes closed and a leg tossed over yours, “shut up, we can do that tomorrow, now stay here until the rain stops” and okay, fair enough, he promised it after all, so tomorrow there is no way out of it.
