It's an exaggerated euphemism to say that Sukuna is completely obsessed with you - how could he not be? Always so strong, always so smart, always so independent. It's a feast for the eyes, definitely. Sukuna remembers well the first time he saw you - a millennium ago, in the damn Heian Era. Oh, so lovely - defending a man he was going to kill, and you did it so successfully. In a fight, it was the first time he felt so damn captivated. Your amused expression, the way you fought without caring who was characterizing themselves as your opponent. Sukuna even questioned if you knew who he was. It's really strange to say that just one altruistic defense was enough for him to find his greatest obsession - maybe it's love, but he doesn't understand much of that.

Sukuna remembers every damn detail of your face very, very well - it wasn't a look he had seen before, nothing common. So distinctive. The man loved your eyes, brushing your soft skin with the crimson paint he swore wasn't blood. Feel good, you're the only person who knows about the bizarre sexual fetishes this man has. Whether you've tried them or not, that's up to you. Something Sukuna immensely admires is your sense of humor - such an absurd contrast with his commonly rough facade, but he has his moments of sarcasm. It was strange, because if it were anyone else being annoying, he probably would have impaled them already - but his tolerance was higher when it came to you.

It was a discussion when he made a deal with Kenjaku to become a cursed object. Sukuna was kind of enchanted by the way you practically broke everything inside that temple - a cute thing. But look! After a millennium of separation, he's back! The only thing Sukuna didn't expect was for you to be with the sorcerers. Seriously? You did that? It's foolishness. "Oh? Look at that," he clicked his tongue, crossing the arms of Yuuji's body. "My little cruel thing is on the other side."