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"'kuna."

your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.

only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.

as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.

sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.

yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.

"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."

without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.

"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."

still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.

"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.

"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."

after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.

"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."

"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.

"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.

satoru gojo would immediately pick you up and nuzzle you without any hesitation. he'd constantly tease you, lightly pulling your ears, tempting you with toys, running after you, carrying you around with him everywhere. even if he was getting scratched and bitten, he couldn't care less. his phone would be filled with thousands of pictures of you, mostly of when you were asleep. satoru loved showing you off to other people, taking any excuse to ramble about his cute girl. he always spoiled you with the best pillows, cat food and stuffed animals. once, he got the bright idea to give you a big, blue ribbon collar, which only ended in a large bleeding gash to his unimpressed face and you licking your paw unapologetically.

suguru geto would be gentle, petting you all over, finding the right spots that made you pur. he never chased you; only let you come to him when you were ready. if he was leaving for work you'd paw at his legs pitifully, already missing him. you liked when he'd put you over his shoulders, allowing you to watch over him from the safety of the crook of his neck. playing with his guages was one of your favourite pastimes. if he cooked, you'd sit expectantly at his feet, tail swishing slowly, until he inevitably gave in to your wide eyes and fed you bits of meat. sometimes you played hard to get though, making him work to earn your love back. yet it always ended in you going after him, clingy as ever.

kento nanami would appreciate the comfort and company of having you as his cat. long hours of work left him exhausted and unwilling to speak to another human being. yet seeing you brightened his day instantly, although he didn't show it as much outwardly. he took care of you like it was a ritual, letting him unwind and forget his day. if he felt like it, he'd tell you about it, talking to you like he knew you'd understand every word he said. he even used you as a judge of character, deciding if someone was trustworthy depending on whether you liked them. if he was stressed, he'd look back on the small videos he took of you at home, his lips pulling into a small smile of fondness.

choso kamo never had pets, so he'd frantically research everything he'd need to know to take care of you. he had always been bad with animals, being avoided like the plague as if they sensed he was a bad omen. but you were never like that. just the hesitant call of your name would send you trotting towards him. your favourite place was his lap, taking long naps across his thighs like it was your throne, settling down after making biscuits on his sweatpants. choso would get terrified to move whenever you did that. he'd sit frozen, refusing to even twitch if it would make you leave. of course, choso, who usually never slept at all, seemed to sleep a lot better with you around too.

toji zenin found any living thing that can't fend for itself without him to be more or less of a burden, but he kept you around. it was a nice distraction to find ways to annoy you every once in a while. your clawing at him didn't affect him at all. he only fed you whatever scraps he had that he wasn't already going to eat, leading you to often leave his house to find food elsewhere. if he came home with bruises and new wounds, he surprisingly let you climb over him, lick at his fresh scars with curiosity. you wandered away from him quite a lot for entertainment in other places and with other people, since he was mostly gone. he always noticed your absence, though he'd never admit it, slightly missing when you were there with him.