December 24 is the day gojo and sukuna would battle each other in an all out test of strength. the prism realm was broken by the angel as she, itadori and the others broke gojo satoru free from its confines. it was just a month away, but the date sounded so close.
sukuna has eaten the last of his fingers, only one remained which he and uraume knew gojo must have kept it hidden long before his return. nonetheless, his strength is still above, not only that but his original form has been recovered.
(y/n) was still with kenjaku, sukuna and uraume, but she hardly sees the former more. he's been busy meeting leaders and people of high power all around. uraume would accompany him mostly under the orders of her husband, leaving the two; husband and wife alone...—
the (h/c)-ette was sat beside sukuna on the grass of a fake?...small garden area indoors of the zenin household. Her body close to sukuna.
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uraume was gone, off doing their duties. The aroma of ripened fruit mingled in the air along with the musky fragrance of sukuna's bare chest.
despite the odd room she was in, (y/n) is bathed in the warm heat of her of her husband as she smiles, watching as sukuna delicately peeled a pomegranate, his broad, sculpted shoulders gleaming in the light, muscles flexing with every movement.
"you know," she hums in thought, leaning back against the fake tree, "it's a little surreal and a bit odd seeing you so...domestic." the (h/c)-ette knew she shouldn't be indulging these little moments as if nothing serious is happening...but, she is still a wife and he is her husband.
sukuna chuckled deeply, a low rumble that resonated through his chest, "shouldn't you be more concerned with the fact that I'm feeding you like a pet?" he shoots her an amused smirk.
(y/n) huffs playfully, taking the offered pomegranate seed, "..i don't know," she says, her voice laced with honey, "being treated like a princess by a handsome, shirtless king has its own appeal." she teases.
sukuna's smirk widened, a dangerous glint flashing in his red eyes, "I can certainly arrange for you to be a queen, my dear." even though he says that, they both know she is already deemed his queen without spoken words.
(y/n) laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "i don't think that's necessary. My life as a king's pet is quite comfortable, thank you very much." she lightly teases and he will indulge in her little game.
sukuna leans closer, his gaze intense as he whispers, "don't be so hasty, darling. you might find being a queen even more...satisfying.~"
a shiver ran down the (h/c)-ette's spine, not from the chill of the approaching events to come, but from the raw power emanating from sukuna. He was a force of nature, captivating and terrifying, and she revelled in the dangerous allure he held.
