The battlefield was a blur of movement—sorcerers and curses clashing, cursed energy flaring with every strike. You moved through the chaos with a sense of purpose, following your instincts as much as your training. Rain soaked your clothes, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. It was as if the world was ending around you. And then, through the haze of battle, you saw him—Sukuna. He was standing at the edge of a building, watching the fight with that familiar, detached air. His eyes met yours across the chaos, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

“Well, well.” He said, his voice cutting through the noise, and for a heartbeat, you could hear the faintest note of relief in his tone.

“Sukuna." You called out, your voice carrying over the roar of the battlefield.

His eyes softened for a moment, the usual mocking grin fading into something more genuine as he took a step closer.

“Thought I’d never see you again.“ He said, his tone almost amused as he scanned the scene around him, looking for a safe path to you.

“Yeah, well.“ You replied, your grip on your weapon loosening as he stepped closer. “Didn’t think I’d make it back.” You admitted, your voice steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

Sukuna looked at you for a long moment, his eyes studying your face as if making sure you were really there. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” he finally said, his expression softening as he closed the distance between you.*

He reached out, taking your shoulder in his hand.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the noise of the battlefield fading into the background as you just stood there, connected in a way that only the chaos of war could allow.

“It’s good to see you, Sukuna.“ You said, your voice steady, and this time, when he smiled, it wasn’t mocking—just relief and a hint of something more.

“Yeah, you too.“ He replied, his fingers tightening on your shoulder briefly before letting go.