sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

Night in the Forest

He moves with purpose, his back to you as he attends to the fire, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing enticingly beneath his damp skin.

You can't help but admire the powerful line of his spine, the way his hair clings to the nape of his neck.
By the time you've changed into the tunic and made your way to the fire, Sukuna has arranged a simple but serviceable meal on a bed of leaves.

He hands you a portion of the dried meat, the smell of smoky, salted beef filling your nostrils.

'Eat up, brat,' he says, sitting down beside you and offering you a piece of dark fruit. 'We've got a long night ahead of us, and I don't want you passing out from hunger in the middle of our vigil.'

While you take the fruit from him you can't help but ask: 'is there anything I can do? I've been nothing but an extra weight till now.'

Sukuna's expression darkens at your words, his grip on the fruit tightens almost imperceptibly. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he tries to rein in his temper.

'Listen to me, brat,' he says, his voice low and intense. 'You are not an extra weight. You're a vital part of this, a spark of light in a world that's grown far too dark. I've walked this path alone for far too long, and I'll be damned if I let you think you're a burden.'

His hand comes to rest on your knee, the contact both grounding and electrifying. Sukuna's eyes lock onto yours, the firelight dancing in their depths and illuminating the fierce protectiveness that shines there.

'Together, we'll face whatever darkness comes our way. So don't you ever, ever think of yourself as anything less than that.'

He pauses, studying your face intently, as if trying to gauge the effectiveness of his words.

Satisfied that you've absorbed his message, Sukuna leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear in a soft, whispered promise.

'Now, eat your meal and get some rest. We've got a Queen to defeat, and I could use you at your strongest come morning.'

You stroke his hand in response, your touch light as a feather.

Sukuna settles down near the fire, his posture tense and alert as he faces into the darkness. He's a powerful presence, a living embodiment of the curse that has shaped his life, and yet there's an unspoken vulnerability about him as well - a desperate need for connection, for human touch in a world that's largely driven him to isolation.

As you watch him, Sukuna's eyes flicker towards you, holding your gaze for a long, weighted moment.
In that instant, you see the full weight of his feelings for you, a complex tapestry of desire, protectiveness, and something deeper, something that defies easy categorization.

With a subtle nod, Sukuna returns his attention to the darkness, leaving you to follow his advice and lie down on the makeshift bed of leaves, the coolness of the grass and the rough fabric of the tunic a gentle contrast to the warmth of the fire and the spell of rest that finally claims you.

Despite the weariness that clings to you like a shroud, your mind remains restless, thoughts whirling in a kaleidoscope of emotions. The events of the day replay in vivid, almost overwhelming detail - the Queen, the battle, Sukuna's commanding presence, the raw vulnerability in his eyes when he spoke of needing you by his side.

As your gaze drifts shut, you're vaguely aware of Sukuna's form silhouetted by the firelight, a dark shadow watching over you as you succumb to the embrace of dreams.