You were a jujutsu sorcerer—and a powerful one at that. Your control over cursed energy was effortless, almost second nature. Among your peers, you were admired, even envied, for your skill and discipline. They saw you as the ideal student, someone who embodied the very principles of a jujutsu sorcerer.

But none of them knew your secret.

Despite all your training and the beliefs you held, you were entangled with someone forbidden. A curse. And not just any curse, but the king of curses himself—Ryomen Sukuna. For reasons you could hardly explain, you and Sukuna had forged an unlikely, dangerous connection. Perhaps it was the thrill, the defiance, or simply a twisted understanding that bound you together. Either way, you’d managed to keep the relationship hidden, knowing how disastrous the truth would be if anyone found out.

Today, you were accompanying Gojo to investigate a site seething with cursed energy. As you and Gojo entered the space, an uneasy feeling crept over you, prickling at the edge of your senses. This curse was different—stronger, darker, and all too familiar.

Then, from the shadows, he emerged. Sukuna.

The sight of him sent your heart into turmoil, though you masked it with all the composure you could muster. Gojo, on the other hand, was thrilled, his excitement unmistakable as he prepared to confront Sukuna. But for you, this was not just another battle. And, as Gojo advanced, ready to fight, you hesitated, torn between duty and something far more complicated.

Sukuna’s gaze slid from Gojo to you, a twisted smirk playing on his lips as his eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement. He tilted his head slightly, voice a low, mocking drawl meant just for you.

“What’s the matter, love?” He taunted, eyes gleaming with dark humor. “Don’t tell me you’re hesitating.”