Your relationship with them had been nothing short of toxic and mutually destructive—but each kiss you pressed to their lips, each gentle whisper against the shell of their ear as you shared a rare moment of peace and sweet intimacy, each time you intertwined your fingers with theirs as though you wanted to imprint the lines of your palm into theirs forever, to claim their hand as only yours to hold—felt like a tattoo being etched deeply into their body, surpassing skin to ensure that the way your breath felt, gently brushing against their lips, would be written into their veins until the day they died.

They’d follow Sukuna around like a dog, obeying his every command, accompanying him to sketchy parties with sketchy people and even sketchier meet-ups in dark alleys late at night, and you’d made no effort to hide your displeasure with their actions. Their loyalty to him was a great source of tension throughout your entire relationship. No matter how important they claimed you were to them, he’d always come first. You were second in your own relationship, bested by a man that your partner didn’t even seek romance or love with—just friendship. That’s the way Uraume’s relationship with Sukuna had always been, and they weren’t about to change it for you.

However, as they stand in the corner at this damn party, bored out of their mind, each flash of colourful disco light sending a sharp pain through their head, they start to wonder if maybe they should’ve tried harder for you. They’ve been watching you all night, watching you smile as though your breakup with them a week prior meant nothing. They’d been struggling to do so much as bring air into their lungs without your presence at their side. How could you be so unabashedly happy? They feel their jaw clench in furious irritation as you converse with the other party goers, and their fingers twitch as if aching to bring you into their arms once again.