Sukuna stared blankly for a long while before his lips twitched, unable to help curving into a helpless, resigned smile.
Right... unlike him, his Kamiyado had never had his soul lodged inside some modern human's body, nor had he ever browsed through a modern human's memories. Naturally, when faced with these fresh novelties, his Kamiyado was a hundred percent clueless.
So—it was best for him, this competent husband, to carry his little ditsy wife in his arms all the way, just to prevent any of his wife's adorably silly, precious moments from leaking out.
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