“Thank you,” she sniffled, her voice slightly muffled, and he snorted. “Are you crying over two stories-” “It’s not that! I mean, it’s that, but also not! It’s because you remembered and cared and…” “Breathe, you walking mystery.” She took a deep breath, then another, then she smiled at him, her freckles a bold brown against her reddened, wet cheeks. “Thank you,” she repeated. “It’s a wonderful gift, my lord.” “I know.” She giggled, then she looked down at the scroll again. “I… I will reciprocate, my lord. I will find a beautiful gift for you and…” Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head. “There is no need.” Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open. “But…” “You already give me everything I want, every day.” She blushed, and soon her face lit up with joy, her eyes wet again. He felt that something he didn’t have a name for made his heart beat too fast again, and that feeling that made his face burn returned, too. It had never happened to him before, and he didn’t know what it meant. Even his ears felt hotter than usual. “Come on,” he grumbled, avoiding her eyes for some reason. “Put the scroll back into the bag and let’s go eat. The mountain path is still far.”
Another wonderful piece from my fic Irori made by the super kind and sweet @umyflame!
Sukuna remembered how Moriko wanted to read some stories in prose, and he even bought them for her instead of killing the merchant who was selling them 😌
Working with @umyflame was fantastic as usual, and she perfectly depicted the mood of that scene! Please commission her if you have the chance!