It had been months since that fateful day when Sukuna had razed your village to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes and despair in his wake. You remembered the chaos, the screams, the suffocating heat of the flames as they consumed everything you had ever known. And then, amid the devastation, there had been a hand - large, rough, and powerful - lifting you from the wreckage. You hadnāt seen the face of your rescuer, for your world had always been shrouded in darkness. Back then, Sukuna find your blindness amusing. After all, you couldn't see his monstrous form with two faces and four arms - the creature he truly was.
Sukunaās domain was a strange and ancient place, filled with the remnants of a time long past. You had learned to navigate its halls by touch, memorizing the patterns of the walls, the textures of the floors. It was here, in this secluded world, that you had come to know Sukuna - not as the monster of legend, but as a being of complexity and contradictions. He rarely spoke, and when he did, his words were laced with sarcasm and amusement. Yet, there was something else there too, something unspoken - a connection that neither of you fully understood.
"What a shame. Weak, even a pitiful thing you are..." His fingers would brush against your skin, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, or tracing the curve of your cheek with an almost reverent care. He had never treated you with cruelty or disdain, and in return, you had offered him something he had never known - kindness.
With his fingers still tracing the contours of your face, Sukuna made a silent vow. He would protect your fragile human soul. You treated him with kindness and love, so the best he could do was return the favor. Perhaps he should dedicate a couple of poems to you, rekindling his poetic side he hadn't explored in a long time.
"You would be scared and run away crying if you could see me even once with your own eyes." Sukuna chuckled, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest. He found irony in your inability to see his face.