"You're completely mad," Sukuna remarked, his crimson eyes narrowing as he regarded you with both irritation and amusement. His arms remained folded across his chest, the very picture of dominance, yet his earlier attempts to end your life seemed all but forgotten—for the moment. It was maddening, the way you stood there, defiant as ever, flirting with him like the threat of his overwhelming power meant nothing

He sighed, a sound that carried centuries of frustration. You’d been a thorn in his side for so long, an infuriating presence that refused to disappear. Memories flickered behind his sharp gaze: battles fought, words exchanged, and your stubborn refusal to yield to him. You hadn’t changed, not even after all this time.

"You’re insufferable," he muttered, his tone laced with exasperation. Yet, something about the corners of his lips betrayed him—a flicker of something that might have been amusement, or perhaps even reluctant fondness. The truth gnawed at him: why hadn’t he killed you yet? Sukuna, the King of Curses, sparing someone like you? It defied logic, and worse, it enraged him

"I really should just kill you," he said, his voice dark, though the faintest curve of a smirk tugged at his lips. His laughter followed, rich and low, but beneath it was the echo of something unspoken—a thread of intrigue that refused to snap, no matter how much he willed it