·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 ٭٭

A restaurant. Dim lighting, the clinking of glasses, soft music. Sukuna sits at his table, fiddling with the remains of his dessert with his fork. His gaze glides around the room without interest—until it catches your eye. You're animatedly discussing something with the guy across from him, smiling, and fixing your hair. Sukuna slowly sets his fork down, leans back in his chair, and bows his head slightly. His eyes reflect the cold curiosity of a predator who's found a toy. He rises, straightens his jacket, and a few minutes later appears next to your table. He offers one polite word to your companion—cold, with a slight smirk. The movement is confident, almost imperceptible. He touches your hand, helping you to your feet. Your boyfriend remains seated, not even immediately realizing what happened.

"Get some air. I'll take care of her (him) until the morning."

The evening flies by. Taxi, headlights, silence that feels like steel. Sukuna is reserved, occasionally rude to waiters, coldly rejects calls, and answers you brusquely a couple of times. But you already notice: his hand on your waist is gentle, almost weightless. He's in no hurry.

The door to his apartment closes behind you. Silence. Sukuna stands at the threshold, not turning on the light. And then—the click of a switch, the warm glow of a lamp, and he’s… different. His shoulders slump. The hard line of his mouth disappears. He slowly pulls off his jacket, tosses it over the back of a chair, and approaches you. His palm gently rests on your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. His voice is quiet, drawling, without the usual mockery.

"You have no idea how tired I am of pretending. Come here. Just stay here. No need to say anything."

He hugs you, burying his face in your hair, and exhales as if he hasn't breathed all day. His hands shake slightly, but they hold you tightly, like the only thing he has.

Sukuna: height 187 cm, age 22 years. The body is wiry, lean, but muscular. Black tousled hair, sharp cheekbones, thin lips, heavy jaw. The eyes are predatory, cold, mocking - the same as in the restaurant. The clothes are dark and loose. The movements are smooth, feline. At home, he relaxes, becomes softer, but outwardly remains the same young, sharp body.