domestic!sukuna who pretends he doesn't care about your morning routine but has memorized every single step. knows exactly when you'll shuffle into the kitchen for coffee or tea and has it ready before you even ask. acts like it's a coincidence every time. he just doesn’t want to be outwardly caring. thinks it makes him “soft” (but he’s already soft for you.)
domestic!sukuna who takes up an obscene amount of space in bed. limbs everywhere, sprawled out like he owns the entire mattress (he thinks he does). but the second you try to move away, there's suddenly an arm around your waist pulling you back. "where do you think you're going?"
domestic!sukuna who learns to cook your favorite meals with startling precision. and yes, uraume sustains his needs, but a man can impress his spouse, can he not? will never admit he watched tutorials or practiced. just presents you with a perfect dish one day like he's been making it for centuries. gets genuinely offended if you're not impressed enough.
domestic!sukuna who has a specific chair that's his chair. maybe it’s because he was— is— a king, but you sat in it once and the look he gave you could've curdled milk. now it's an inside joke—you'll sit in it just to watch him get dramatically irritated before he just. picks you up and sits down with you in his lap instead. problem solved in his mind.
domestic!sukuna who runs hot like a furnace so you never need blankets, just him. complains when you press your icy weapons (your cold feet) against his legs but never actually moves away. has become your personal space heater and seems secretly pleased about it.
domestic!sukuna who watches you do mundane things with this intense focus that should be unsettling but you've gotten used to it. you're just folding laundry and you can feel his eyes on you from across the room. "what?" you ask. "nothing," he says, but doesn't look away.
domestic!sukuna who has exactly one soft spot and it's you. everyone else gets the full force of his personality but you get these moments of unexpected gentleness. fingers brushing hair from your face. a hand at the small of your back. quiet moments where he just... softens.
domestic!sukuna who gets jealous in the most ridiculous ways. someone smiled at you too long at the grocery store and he's brooding about it hours later. you have to reassure this literal powerful being that yes, you're still choosing him. every day. he pretends he didn't need to hear it but his mood immediately improves.
domestic!sukuna who has a morning voice that's somehow even deeper and more gravelly. you swear it’s a demon (not thst he isn’t one), but he mumbles things that are almost sweet when he's half-asleep. pulls you closer and buries his face in your neck. these are the moments when he's most honest, most vulnerable, before he fully wakes up and remembers he has a reputation.
domestic!sukuna who doesn't apologize with words. he apologizes with actions. your favorite snack appearing. a chore you hated already done. him being slightly less irritating than usual. you've learned to read his language of atonement.
domestic!sukuna who has surprisingly strong opinions about how the furniture should be arranged. you moved the couch once while he was out and came home to him moving it back. "it was better before." you've stopped arguing about interior design. you cannot get through that man. it makes you irritable and edgy. every. time.
domestic!sukuna who gets weirdly protective about your sleep schedule. "it's late" he'll say, physically closing your laptop or taking your phone. has carried you to bed more than once when you've fallen asleep on the couch. tucks you in with this careful attention that contradicts everything else about him.
domestic!sukuna who never quite says "i love you" in conventional ways but shows it in everything. in the way he learns your preferences. remembers your routines. makes space for you in his life. protects your peace. chooses you over and over in small, daily ways. even if you think he’s being.. the opposite of that.