You hold his gaze so fearlessly, and in your eyes, he sees a thing he’s never seen before– definitely not when people look at him. A look so different from the hatred, the fear and disgust he is accustomed to.
The same pathetic love he so criticised.
You’re indeed, the dumbest brat to ever exist. Millions of men to exist but you went for him— the worst choice possible. He almost felt guilty in your stead, not being able to comprehend how you stick with someone like him.
Fingers resting on the side of his face, his wrapped around your wrist in a moment of silent admiration.
He’d burn the world for you, no second thoughts. He never says it, not through words, at least. But you know it deep in your heart.
Because Ryomen Sukuna does not care for a thing that’s not him.
But you’ve stuck to him so closely that he cannot possibly separate you from himself now. Not when you look at him with eyes like that.
“Do you love me?” You ask him, the faint sounds of flames crackling at a distance. A fireplace he set up to keep your ass warm, but don’t you speak of that.
He looks at you for a while, wondering why you need to hear him say it when you clearly know yourself. When Ryomen Sukuna does so much for the sake of a person that’s not him, the answer becomes quite obvious.
“You know the answer to that…” he replies, his voice unwavering. He’s right, you do. You never needed to hear him say it.
“I do…” you smile, a sole fact acknowledged by both of you in that moment: No one loves Sukuna like you, and no one loves like Sukuna.
