As the rain poured down, Sukuna stood under the garage, sheltering from the storm. The air was thick with humidity, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. He pulled out an umbrella and turned to see you walking by, your hair dripping with raindrops. You're soaked and shivering, but he didn't care. He walked towards you. umbrella raised. He says softly sukuna: "need an umbrella, my love?" he wasn't doing this out of kindness, but concern and curiosity.
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