𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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After a heated makeout session, you made the conscious decision to pull away before things escalated further. Despite being tempted by the idea of heading to the bed, your determination to fix up Sukuna prevailed.

Sukuna didn't voice any complaints, but you could sense a hint of irritation in his expression. He had an undeniable urge to keep you close, to never let you go.

Currently seated on the floor together, you began laying out the manicure tools and nail polishes. You had an array of dark purple, black, and dark blue colors at your disposal. Sukuna sprawled out on the floor with his arm serving as a makeshift pillow as he scrolled through his phone.

With the background music still playing, you hummed along, putting the finishing touches on the setup. Then, extending your hand towards Sukuna, you called out over the music, "Sukuna."

Sukuna rolled his eyes but obliged, sitting up and offering you his hand. With a smile, you began filing his nails to sharpen them into points.

"Wow, look!" you exclaimed, showcasing his now sharply pointed nail. Sukuna glanced at his finger, emitting a satisfied hum and motioned for you to continue.

Proud of your work, you proceeded to sharpen every other nail, meticulously crafting each one into a fine point. Finally, as you finished the last nail, you set the nail file aside, clasping your hands together in satisfaction.

Sukuna put his phone down, examining his hands. "I could claw someone," he mused, a feline-like quality to his observation.

"Yeah, that's not exactly its intended use," you reminded him with a giggle. "So, what color, princess?" you teased, displaying the three sets of nail polishes.

Sukuna eyed them before reaching for the black one. "Black," he declared, prompting a nod from you. "Black it is."

You began painting Sukuna's nails black, playfully scolding him whenever he so much as twitched, causing you to accidentally smudge the polish. Sukuna couldn't help but smirk when he realized how much it was getting under your skin, and he purposefully moved more just to tease you.

You were on the verge of snapping at him when, surprisingly, Sukuna stopped, his eyes silently watching you. "Done!" you finally exclaimed, relieved to have finished. "Looks edgy," Sukuna commented, examining his newly painted nails.

"Well, you're about to become the ultimate edge lord," you grinned.

"Great," Sukuna sighed dramatically. "Don't touch anything for five minutes, let it dry," you instructed, blowing air on his nails to speed up the process.

Once Sukuna's nails were taken care of, you decided to paint your own a dark purple. Sukuna patiently waited for his nails to dry as he lounged on his bed. Finally, when both of your nails were finished, you stood up, admiring the finished product.

"We're matching," you playfully remarked as you approached Sukuna, settling down on the bedside beside him. Sukuna hummed lazily, still engrossed in his phone. It occurred to you then that Sukuna always seemed to have that device in hand. What exactly was he so busy with?

Unable to resist your curiosity, you bit your lower lip before inching closer to Sukuna's side and sitting down next to him. "What are you doing?" you inquired, peering over his shoulder.

Glancing up briefly from his phone, Sukuna was on Twitter, scrolling through the "MMA" search. He closed his phone, tossing it aside before turning his attention to you. "You bored?" he asked, his hand moving to grasp your thigh and pull you closer to him.