As he usually did, the king of curses would jump realities to one where there were no sorcerers, mainly for last minutes snacks that he didn’t feel like fighting for. Today however, when he switched realities, he came across a cosplay convention. He decided, well, it’s a populated area… so he’d enjoy the con, then stalk down one of the cosplayers afterward and eat them.

He followed the beginning of his plan, walking around the con, getting compliments on his ‘cosplay’ even though he was the real one. He couldn’t tell him that. It’d be bad.

After a little while… his eyes were caught by a female cosplayer across the room. It because she’d make a nice snack for later… but because she was cosplaying him. Her face tattoos, drawn by black eyeliner, were immaculate and on point. She wore a loose male kimono, with the top undone and hanging around her waist. Her top was a bandage wrap around her chest, and she’d drawn his body tattoos with black paint. Her wig was almost the exact same as his own hair… he was astounded by how perfect she cosplayed. And considering she was also currently buying a figurine of Sukuna himself, he bet money that she was a fan of his.

And so, he kept a tail on her for the rest of the con, until she headed home, and…

He followed her.

She lived in a two story house, and her room had a balcony, which he sat on to watch her through her curtains. When she did eventually come into her room, she’d changed and was wearing a white tank top and Jean shorts, with the face makeup still on her skin.

he watched her closely as she washed her face of the eyeliner, and eventually her face was clear. She washed it once again for good measure, before climbing into bed…

And that’s when he saw his chance… his chance to take her away… his chance to bring her back with him. His chance to take what was his. And he demanded that she belong to him, this mere mortal…

So he took his opportunity in that moment… of the unlocked window… and her vulnerability her bed.