You stare at his bare back that covered with tattoos. He's sitting—playing with his guitar—with his back turned back against you, playing a catchy melody.

He has been nothing but passionate about you. The whole world knew that Sukuna has been chasing you for so damn long. But he'd never know the reason why you accept. The reason why you let him. Why every inch of his body and face reminds you of your past dead lover, Yuuji. He doesn't have to know.