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——— before ———
Sukuna stretched his neck muscles as he sits for dinner with Hanami. It's always somewhere lavish, somewhere public and somewhere where he couldn't speak freely.
Perhaps it's better,
"You seem more tired than usual," she noted when he let out a small yawn.
"Well after this morning I had to go straight to military training," Sukuna reminded her while taking a sip of his soba noodles.
"Hm," She mumbles under her breath knowing full well that he has the hearing of a bat.
"Are you unhappy with that answer?" He sends back.
"Should I be happy Ryomen?" She challenged.
"I don't presume to know my lady." He replies with no sense of urgency.
"You never showed up for breakfast," she directed.
"Breakfast was not part of our agreement. I only obliged out of politeness." He corrected her. "But speaking of our agreement, I'm sure you're aware that Daeyhun was one of the stipulations that I had requested."
She chuckles irritatingly.
"The one where I was not allowed to speak to her?"
"She speaks only to me." He corrected, "this was not directly at you, but I will not have any of Koboyashi's supporters harassing her."
"Ironic since you are to blame of that."
"I have no idea what you referring to,"
"Are you afraid I might tell her the truth?"
He glares over at her.
"Did you fuck her my love?" Hanami asks, Sukuna scoffs.
"I don't think this is appropriate for dinner."
"Did you? Or did you not?" She sent back before he could even finish his train of thought.
"I don't see why that would even matter." He answers, taking another bite of food.
"Do you honestly think that being your future wife -"
"You are the one who wanted that title..." he interrupted her. "Is it my fault you picked wrong?"
