#0619

"Enjoy your date," your therapist said to you after your morning session, flashing you a knowing grin before you left, but Sukuna didn't have to know that.

You just shook your head. He lived a dangerous life, used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it – yes, even pulling you out of your supposed confinement to deal with your fragile mental state. You didn't want to burst his bubble by telling him your therapist just really favored you a lot over the possibility that his schemes worked because he thinks he's a good actor. But he did deserve a tiny bit of a dressing down.

"Oh, baby, don't look at me like that. Had to bust ya out of the slammer on your birthday, no?" Sukuna slung an arm over your shoulder, moving his hand down to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He ran the tip of his nose up the length of your cheek before planting a kiss to your temple, his breath warm on your skin. "I fucking missed ya. You have no idea."

You couldn't lie to him, enjoying the circumstances and the feeling of his warmth, his smell and the sound of his voice engulfing you again after months. "I missed you, too, Kuna."

He broke into a smirk, resting his forehead against yours, all the longing he felt radiating from him as he held you close. "So, where to, princess?"

'Wednesday's child is full of woe,' as that famous poem goes, and though that may be the case, in the middle of all the woes the universe has given and has yet to give you, you had your sun, the center of your gravity, to keep you going.

You cupped his face with both your hands, one of them making its way to the base of his head, playing with his hair. You didn't have to tell him, you both just knew without words and only the smallest of gestures. Today is going to be beyond great as everything with Sukuna was an adventure. Even aging.