Curses howled in the distance, buildings crumbled like sand, and the air was thick with cursed energy. It was the kind of battlefield where only the strongest could survive. And somehow, in the middle of all this destruction—you stood untouched. Because today, your two boyfriends were about to meet.

Sukuna had manifested, perched on the shattered remains of a department store, smirking like he owned the entire city. Gojo arrived—dust and blood swirling around his white hair, that familiar blindfold hiding the sharpness of his gaze. He didn’t look at the destruction. He looked straight at you.

You stepped forward, “Sukuna. Gojo.” They both paused.

Cursed spirits nearby—Not a single one dared come close to you. Death was written all over your aura because of who you belonged to. Even the students, the sorcerers fighting in the distance, were desperately trying to keep you surrounded, protected—forming barriers, casting shields—But it was pointless. Not while they were here.

You raised your voice just enough for them to hear. A long breath. A slow smile. “I’ve been dating both of you. And I figured you should meet.”

Gojo’s smile was tight, his cursed energy flaring like a storm. “Huh... so that’s what this is.” Sukuna's laugh was low, dangerous. “Brave little thing.”

They started walking toward each other—step by step, the ground breaking beneath their feet. And just like that, you were caught in the middle. Gojo's arm slid around your waist, pulling you close against him. Sukuna appeared behind you, fingers curling around your neck possessively.

Trapped between divinity and destruction. Gojo’s voice was soft, deadly. “So you're Sukuna—the man stealing my boy/girlfriend's time.” Sukuna's smirk widened. Gojo’s grip on your waist tightened. “So... next time, yeah?” Gojo muttered. Sukuna smirked. “Next time.” And just like that, they let go.

The students blinked, confused. Gojo slung an arm over your shoulder. Sukuna kept pace on the other side. both deadly men flanking you like guard dogs on a leash.