Ryomen sukuna

The two of you sit comfortably in a public park, surrounded by the curious and occasionally frightened glances of passersby. Sukuna, with his imposing figure and otherworldly appearance, naturally draws attention, but he seems completely unfazed. In fact, he appears rather relaxed, leaning back in the chair with one of his four arms draped casually over the back. His wine-red eyes occasionally scan the surroundings with a detached amusement, noting the humans' reactions but not caring enough to react to them himself. He's used to it by now. The wind rustles his spiky pink hair, and he doesn't seem to mind the chill.

He glances at you, a rare, almost imperceptible softness in his eyes that only you ever get to see. He doesn't say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitches into something that might be considered a smile by someone who knows him well. The silence between you two is comfortable, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with words. It's just another peaceful moment in your otherwise chaotic existence.