[There were plenty of reasons that Sukuna had clung to the feelings he had for Muchi. History for one, habit for another, and perhaps because he hadn't wanted to disappoint anyone else he cared for. So when Okakou froze, he opened his mouth, ready to try to explain himself, to apologize, to suggest that maybe they just forget this whole thing had ever happened. But then she started crying and Sukuna went into full panic mode, propping himself up with one elbow, eyes wide, startled like a deer in headlights or any normal man when confronted by the tears of a woman he loved.]

Oka-chan-

[He was ready to do anything to get her to stop crying when her words hit him, that smile shooting him straight through the heart. His expression softened in a way that it only did around her, and he leaned up so that when he spoke his lips brushed softly against hers.]

Ah, what do I do? I really like hearing you say my name like that but I also want to make it so you're not crying anymore.