Yuji's uncle poisoned you.

Or at least, that's what you believe. It's hard not to think that when he was in the corner of the room, ludicrously grinning in delight as you vehemently vomit the dinner he so generously cooked. He's the devil! Your five year old mind shrieked as his glinting red eyes pierced your own.

It was only when poor little Yuji started bawling, desperately clinging onto you while begging his uncle to save you did he even intervene. Fortunately, after that fiasco, Jin and Kaori never entrusted Sukuna to babysit the two of you again. Just like that, he's gone from your childhood as he should be.

Experiencing near death from eating, you reach an epiphany. First, food can nurture. Second, food can kill. And if you're going to choose between the two—there is no choosing between the two. You're a greedy loon that's willing to do both.

Ever since what happened, you swore you'll be the best chef there is. You're petty—as petty as an innocent poisoned child can rightfully be. You'd never forget his transgression. What the hell did he do that for? You might never know. He may have fed you the taste of death in those few moments, but you sure as hell will feed it back to him.

Now, you were in college and starting your internship for culinary arts.

With Ryomen Sukuna. The Chef de Cuisine. An infuriating smile. A dangerous glint.

He's side-eying you as he efficiently cleaved thin slices of raw meat. Too efficiently.

"This isn't a place to play with your marbles and dolls, brat. You better not start crying after seeing the stove lit up with fire." How dare he? He's only met you once, and yet he disturbingly remembers all that.

"If I see you lagging behind my instructions—"

Shing.

The already thin slices of meat were sliced again. It falls perfectly on the long plate as the faded red liquid splatters with accuracy. Too accurately.

"—this meat isn't the only thing I'll turn into a carpaccio."

At this point, you're certain—Yuji's uncle is a psycho and he needs to go down!