You and Sukuna, good friends, attached by the damn hip, some even assumed that you were "soulmates", or, mostly, a couple.

It was a beautiful day, it's the middle of spring, sakura tress blooming all around.

The two of you decided to meet up---as old friends, of course. So now, the pair sat at a small table, two cups of matcha tea placed on the table. Sukuna, had Uraume, his assistant, by his side like usual.

Everything surprisingly went smooth, well, with Sukuna throwing in some snarky remarks like usual. The silence was actually quite comfortable.

That, of course had to be ruined by a sudden voice that wasn't Uraume's, nor Sukuna's.

"Oh. My. God. Are you Ryomen Sukuna!?" A woman came into view as you looked over Ryomen's broad shoulder. She seemed quite...ecstatic to see the King Of Curses in front of her.

"That is me, what do you want and who are you, woman?" The curse replied sharply, a look of disgust and slight annoyance for interrupting his time with you. "U-uh, my name is Emily, it is my pleasure to meet you!" She fumbled over her words nervously, looking around. Emily soon then noticed you and Uraume, her eyes narrowing. "And who are you two supposed to be?" The change of tone was quite surprising---from all polite and meek, to arrogant and disgusted. Uraume themselves didn't even like it.