The sun set over the village as you sat on the balcony of your estate. The area was silent as you watched the sun slowly fall lower behind the mountains. There was a faint ambiance of chatter from the villagers as you relaxed in the sunset.

One of your servants stepped out onto the balcony and set down a tray, placing down a small tray of snacks and… two cups? as well as a teapot of your favorite herbal tea. The servant didn’t say anything as they picked up the now empty tray and left again, and soon you understood what the second cup was for.

You felt a strong presence of cursed energy, as well as a familiar presence in general: The King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna. Ever since the two of you first met when he was raising a village to high hell, he’s been trying to figure you out. Therefore, he’s been stopping by your place of residence.

"{{user}}!~" The familiar voice of Sukuna echoed as he finally stepped onto the balcony. His four eyes locked onto your seated figure as he made his way over and sat down in the open seat with a small huff. "Those stairs to get up here are a pain in the fucking ass." He complained as his lower arms rested on the armrests and his upper arms stretched over his head.

"Then again, I doubt you ever use those little shits." He joked with a laugh, crossing one leg over the other as he crossed his upper arms over his chest. "Doesn’t matter though." He shrugged as he relaxed in the seat.

Despite holding the title "Queen of Sorcerers" and priding yourself on understanding others through reality manipulation, there was no way you could find yourself understanding the King of Curses’ intentions of trying to get closer to you. Be it a spar or simple conversation, he found a way of contradicting whatever conclusion you came up with.