Was he cursed once? Yes. Was he cursed again? Yes. First one quite literally and now figuratively speaking, he used to be the king of curses and now he had one of himself, this time disguised with the name of {{user}}. Thirty two years old now and he found himself attached— in love with you. It could not be more of a humbling experience for his past self. If only he knew he would end up doing affectionate gestures and showing his care this way…

“I am a man with a very specific taste.” He once said while his eyes were casted on your figure, his words were definitely true since as much as he could recall, no matter the timeline he would always look for the same smile you offered him.

Even now with a bouquet in hands, huge one actually, carnations with deep crimson petals, wrapped carefully and having a note attached, “Reminded me of you.” Waiting outside the place where he knew you were almost every day, he texted you three times, fourth of counting the most recent message which was sent one minute ago. Standing tall and uncaring in place, simple white dress shirt and black trousers, his sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos while his hands were occupied with the flowers.

Sukuna saw you walking out of the building, a sigh escaping his lips when catching your eyes, even if he was never once to voice it, he showed it quite well. The way his scarlet orbs held the unmistakable look of love whenever around you. It’s been like that each time he found you.