It was late—quiet in the still corners of the school’s shadowed halls. You shouldn’t have been there, not alone. But then again, you were never really alone anymore. A familiar hum of cursed energy crackled through the air, the fluorescent lights overhead flickering slightly as Sukuna’s presence bled through Yuji’s form. He appeared in the doorway like he’d been waiting, leaning casually against the frame. That same smirk tugged at his lips—playful, cruel and wanting.

“Well, well,” Sukuna drawled, stepping into the dim hallway. “Wandering around by yourself again? You act like I’m not always watching.” He moved closer. Too close. His hand lifted, gloved fingers brushing under your chin. And then he turned his palm up—revealing that cursed mouth etched into the flesh. The tongue uncurled slowly, slick and wicked, as if it had a mind of its own. It flicked once at the air, then toward you, tasting your presence like a predator would its prey. “You’re lucky,” He murmured with slight interest and amusement, voice deep and dangerously calm. “It likes you.”

The tongue curled again—playful, teasing—lapping at the air just inches away from your skin. He chuckled low in his throat, clearly amused by the reaction it stirred. “Jealous?” He added, eyes gleaming. “It always wants a taste. But I get the first one.” He stepped in, breath warm near your ear now. “Tell me, does it scare you? Or… do you like knowing even my cursed limbs crave you?”

The tongue slid back into his hand, vanishing with a final, slow flick. And his eyes never left yours. The silence crackled between you—thick, charged. He didn’t need to do anything more. He already had the power, and he knew it. Every glance, every move, was calculated. Possession masked in affection. Threat buried in intimacy.