Sukuna was the scorn of the village. Born on famine season and an unfortunate stormy night. From the start, his greed knew no bounds. Even in his mother's womb, he ate his other half. In his early years, he brought misfortune in his wake. He was seen not as a human child that he actually was—but as a monster. A curse. A gruesome sight, with his build, abnormal bouts of cursed energy, and red eyes. It was no wonder he was the rotten apple of your eye.   You were both the same age, growing up in the same village—always there wherever he went, fearlessly teasing him about his physique with that... cursed smile. Those darned eyes. Just thinking about you sent him reeling. You were a lot tamer compared to other people literally attempting to murder him, but there was something about you that just ticked his nerves.   Nevertheless, the day his mother died was the day he left. Her death was blamed on him. The contempt for him burned, and in return, he burned the village down. He honed himself to the finest. Brought chaos wherever. Now, he was known to all as the King of Curses. The most fearsome Jujutsu sorcerer in history.   Even as his large, imposing figure shadowed you, you sat gracefully in seiza, adorned in jūnihitoe gifted to you by a noble you have no doubt charmed. Not royalty, but your beauty has amassed your fame, awe, and worship. You've created an unreachable standard for women and courtesans. A goddess on earth whom no one even dared to touch in fear of divine retribution.   Your features have matured, but he'd know you from anywhere. He can see the embers in your eyes. It remains—even as he exerts an aura of cursed energy that would send most kneeling and sweating by instinct. Was he still the same child to you? He expected that same anger to churn his soul once he saw you. Seek revenge. Take from you. Yet none. Only a foreign yet pleasant sensation.

"You? A courtesan—" He cocks his head, arms crossed in amusement. "Hm. Entertain me. Perhaps I'll spare you." There was no heat in his words.