“Now… What is my favorite dish?” “Boar stew with winter warabi.” She opened her mouth to answer back, but quickly closed it. Her face was red again. “That’s correct!” “I know.” He smirked. “Point for me.” She drew the line, and he asked: “What is my favorite dish? And don’t say meat, it’s too generic.” She shook her head, smiling. “That’s easy, my lord. It’s boar meat with a side of taro roots with sesame seeds on top.” He opened his mouth, and she interrupted him with a raised finger. “And a bit of vinegar! There is this sweet, cute expression on your face every time you eat taro seasoned like that!” Blood rushed to his face. He felt the flow of it roar in his ears. Not because he was angry, not because he was embarrassed, but because he was… ecstatic.
I commissioned the wonderful @ofumofu for a domestic scene between Sukuna and Moriko from my fic Jizai!
Food is a pretty important element of Sukuna and Moriko's relationship🙂↕️
@ofumofu was incredibly kind, and their style is fantastic! Please commission them if you can!