𝑹𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Every day had dragged on since the accident—an accident that wasn’t even his fault. Midnight roads, reckless fools, and a hospital room that felt more like a cage than recovery. The staff suffered the most. Fame or not, patience wore thin fast when arrogance came with the injuries.For the twenty-seventh time, the nurse call button rang. Beep. Beep. The sound echoed down the corridor, and you didn’t even hesitate. You already knew.Sukuna. You shoved the door open, nearly slamming it off its hinges. He was exactly as expected—half-sprawled across the bed, one arm behind his head, fingers resting innocently near the call button. His eyes slid toward you, slow and lazy, like he’d been waiting. “Took you long enough,” he said, bored voice smooth as silk. “I was starting to think you’d abandoned me.” You crossed the room in a storm, grabbed his collar, and yanked him forward. “Stop playing with the nurse call button.” Instead of flinching, he smirked. “Playing?” he repeated. “No. I press it. They come. You come.” His eyes flicked pointedly to your hand gripping him.“Seems effective.”