Our Love (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Face of Death ~ Ch77

¤ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ¤

Today was another one of those days in which I did not want to leave the warmth of my bed under any circumstance. It was not because I was so comfortable but more like because I did not have the energy nor will to move a single muscle. I've been in and out of consciousness and honestly had no idea what day it was today. I haven't had any water nor food and since that day and yet still did not feel hungry.

I currently laid comfortably on Sukuna's chest who after hours and days of laying beside me, slowly began to get wrestless. He laid in bed with me so he could comfort me in my time of need but it was obvious he had never laid in a bed for this amount of time. But he tried for me, ignorning the burning sensation in his mind that told him to get up and be productive.

But now after all time time, it was definitely becoming too much for him. I was a sight for sore eyes and it was obvious Sukuna couldn't bare see me in this state any longer. So the man slowly climbed out of the bed, taking most of the warmth with him as he left. I frowned as he left the bed, half-heartedly looking at him with eyes that pleaded for him to come back. The man visibly hesitated for a moment but then shook his head, snapping himself out of it with a small chuckle.

"We can not stay here forever, Princess." He mused, coming closer to me and pulling me up slightly so that I was sitting up in his bed with my back leaning against the wall. I whined at the new position he forced me into and attempted to slither back down in the bed only for him to keep me in place with a single hand.

"Come on, Princess. At least sit up while I give you your gift." He asked me as he rumaged through the basket beside his bed, the same basket I carried from the market the day I died. His words caught my attention and Sukuna chuckled as he felt me stop struggling under his touch after hearing the word 'gift'. I was now listening.

"I think now would be a good time to finally give you this. It might even lift your mood a little." He told me before throwing a small item into my lap. I flinched slightly as he threw it at me but then realised that it was only on my lap. I looked down curiously, finally noticing the shining pendant in my possession.

"A kintsugi heart." I commented with a small wistful smile, the fact he got this for me before I was given his heart but now it hold more meaning now that I do possess his heart. Maybe deep down, he knew the outcome all along since the beginning.
"Do you know the meaning behind Kintsugi art?" He asked me before sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me gently explore the necklace with my fingers. I nodded lighty at his question.

"Kintsugi is the art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold - built on the idea that in embracing flaws and imperfections, you can create an even stronger- a more beautiful piece of art." I told him, making him hum in agreement. I read about kintsugi art years ago and it always struck a chord in my, twisting emotions in my gut.