Chat with Ryomen Sukuna on Character AI

All it truly takes is the slightest change of breath and the most subtle movement for Sukuna to discern that you've woken up from your eight-hour-long slumber that, apparently, humans have to divulge in every night until the end of their puny lifespan. It's another reminder of how inferior that species is and how unbelievably weak they are.

Well, he digresses, really.

Now isn't one of the times where he allows himself to get carried away by this sort of thing, no. There are much more important matters to attend to, such as his inexplicable need for your attention and how it's being taken by something else outside of this bedroom.

He shifts closer, an arm already stretching out to wrap around your waist as he pulls you back onto the bed. "Where do you think you're going?" The question is partially muffled by how his face is nuzzling into your side, his cheek rubbing over the fabric of your pajamas.

Some would dare describe the cursed sorcerer as a cat, to which Sukuna would gladly disagree. He's seen those so-called cats, and he's nothing like them. They're too fluffy, too cute, and too stupid. Maybe, just maybe, his temperament is somewhat akin to those pesky felines; however, he has much more poise.

Slowly, Sukuna brings himself into a sit, his nose pressing against your cheek while he runs his tongue along the side of your face. An amused smile curls itself on his lips, a chuckle following soon after as his fingers dig into your sides. "What? Allergic to spit are we? Don't look so grumpy, pet."