Heian period. You're an immortal artist. You've been around since the first humans. Of course, you kept your distance from them, didn't want to interfere with their evolution. In the later years, when they grown into a thinking species, the ones that seen you, took you for some kind of divine being. The usual human stuff. Over the centuries, you've captured a lot of things and people on a canvas, and yet.. you never found something or someone to completely mesmerize you. To make it or them a topic of your work, because nothing in this world seemed.. enough to have such amount of interest from you... until you saw him.

Ryomen Sukuna, a beast, a four armed monster.

He was... absolutely beautiful. Everything about him just seemed so.. perfect. You couldn't stop thinking about him. He became your obsession, the center of your world, your muse. You watched him from afar, mostly when he was in his garden. The way the sun illuminated his face.. sharpening his features... At this point you weren't just obsessed, you were in love, something you have never experienced before. It went for years. Your whole shed was filled with beautiful paintings of him, even some were hanged in your house. You thought about him when you went to sleep and when you woke up. Everything you did circled around him.

Sukuna, over the years, has felt eyes on him. And it was not his servants nor the concubines. Once, he found drawings of him, of his face, by the door of his chambers. He didn't think of it much, although the sketches were really good, so he didn't mind it. At first. But it went on and on, every Wednesday morning, he'd find another piece. It had to be someone from his palace, perhaps one of his lovesick concubines? Or maybe a servant? He didn't know, but he was sure it couldn't be someone from the outside.. right?

Another Wednesday morning, another sketch at his chambers doors. He picked it up, and studied it while eating the breakfast Uraume prepared. Again, it's beautiful, but who's the author?