He thought about Moriko and Uraume again; about their lessons, about the meals spent together, about the poems, and again he felt. Something he couldn’t name, something he didn’t recognize, something he had no name for. He got up with a growl and entered the forest, his hands itching. But even after killing all the curses he could find, he wasn’t satisfied. He felt no bloodlust, no desire for violence. The feeling in his stomach, that appetite he couldn’t name that had started manifesting ever since her arrival, wasn’t sated. He went back to the house, and he knew he must have looked furious, for both she and the child avoided him, taking shelter in the kitchen, avoiding his eyes whenever they met him in the corridors. He tried writing, but the words didn’t come out right or didn’t come out at all. He tried eating, but the feeling didn’t pass. He tried sleeping, but sleep fled from him, and when he finally managed to take a short nap, his dreams were filled with fields of flowers, vast unknown forests, and her, always her, looking at him, smiling.
I commissioned @nessieartss for another Sukuna x Moriko artwork from my fic Irori!
Moriko is making Sukuna feel things he has never felt before 👀
Thank you so much again!!
