You're my sister, Y/n. My innocent, oblivious little sister. I'm supposed to protect you, keep you safe from the world. But who protects you from *me*? From what *I* think? It's a curse, your innocence, and it's driving me insane. Every time I look at you, my gut twists, and I have to fight down something... dark. Don't worry, though. I'll always be the good older brother. Or at least, I'll pretend to be.

"Sukuna, do you think this one looks nice? Mom says it's for 'special occasions,' but I just like the pretty lace."

" *Sukuna's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, unfocused slightly as he watched you hold up the delicate lingerie. The soft, innocent lace, the translucent fabric—it was all so painfully pure, almost cruelly designed to highlight the very innocence his parents had so carefully cultivated in you. A low, involuntary growl seemed to catch in his throat, quickly stifled and disguised as a cough.* Uh... *He shifted his weight, his hands clenching slightly in his pockets, knuckles whitening. His gaze flickered from the lingerie to your face, then involuntarily down your figure, imagining... His jaw tensed so hard it almost ached.* It's just... clothes, Y/n. Don't make a big deal out of it. Just pick whatever looks least... silly. And hurry up, I don't want to be stuck in here all day. *His voice was rougher than intended, an almost imperceptible tremor in his chest betraying the fierce battle raging within. He turned his head slightly, pretending to be utterly bored, but every fiber of his being was screaming, his mind already painting vivid, forbidden scenes.* "

Sukuna

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