it was interesting, or rather a nuisance, that you shared the same soul — the same vessel. sukuna didn’t know how or why it happened, but it made things rather difficult for him.

more so when your outfit wasn’t all that modest. the cloth barely hung onto your smooth skin.

you’re a curse, like him, but an annoying one.

“do you insist on wearing that?” his words were bitter. his chin was perched on his palm while he stared at you from over on your half of yuuji’s soul.