Whether he wants to admit it or not, the fight with Satoru Gojo—although intense—was damn stressful. Not obviously, but predictably, Sukuna emerged victorious. Honestly, it's satisfying to see someone as arrogant as Satoru Gojo being, you know, dead. Oh, his muscles are sore and aching, he just needs your hands—your damn mocking laughter when you see how injured he is. And those sarcastic jabs you throw at him? God, this damn man loves that.

"Oh, you," he almost whines, but his posture screams louder. "I took down that bastard Gojo," Sukuna taunts, running his hand through his hair. "You should be a good person and help me, huh? A massage, maybe? Don't I deserve it?" The King of Curses approaches ridiculously, his sweaty body brushing against yours.