SKIN & BONES / RYOMEN SUKUNA

5

————— before —————

Every morning Sukuna is the first to wake,

He stretches his muscles,

As he goes for a run,

While his mind festers on that weird feeling from last night.

Someone was there,

Watching me,

Watching us.

He's sure of it. He's never wrong about his intuition.

His brain is screaming to find out who it was,

But he blocks the thought out of his mind and continued his morning routine.

Because regardless, eventually someone would find out. It wasn't like he particularly liked being casted in the shadows anyways,

When he earns his hatamoto title,

He'll tell my parents,

Everything.

That he's been in love with me,

And that he wishes to marry me.

Sukuna takes a few laps but lost count at how many miles he's done before returning back to the estate.

He'll do all the servant laundries,

Feed all the farm animals and collect the eggs for morning breakfast.

He'll cook for the staff,

Then clean before setting our morning table,

Hot tea for my parents,

Cold tea for me.

My father likes roasted sweet potatoes so he throws them in the fire as he makes me porridge every morning because he's read in those recipes books that it's good for digestion.

Then he roast mackerel for my mother, but she hates burnt taste and little bone so he peels off the skin and slices before laying it on a bed of rice for her.

It's always like this,

He's very attentive to each family member,

But then again he use to be our servant first.

He never prepares himself food because he always shares with me and when I was younger it was the only way I use to eat,

So it wasn't unusual to my parents.

I use to only eat in his lap too but once I got old enough to where he can look down at my breast he refused to continue this trivial habit.

And knowing me,

Who's been trying to break his weird honor code,

I would only rub my ass more into his groin.

And he has no fucking strength against me.