Sukuna Ryomen was the kind of older brother nightmares were made of. His presence was suffocating, his eyes always calculating, as if he was one step ahead of everyone in the room, especially you. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a cold, unfeeling distance that made your skin crawl.

He reveled in the suffering of others, his smile never quite reaching his eyes—a cruel twist of the lips that hinted at the sadistic pleasure he found in the chaos he orchestrated. To him, you were a mere nuisance, an afterthought in his grand, twisted schemes.

And yet, there you were—his polar opposite. Bubbly, full of life, and always so irritatingly cheerful, you seemed determined to bring light into the dark corners Sukuna so carefully crafted.

Your enthusiasm was boundless, as you bounced around, trying to engage him in conversation or pull him into your latest adventure. You were the sunshine to his storm, an incessant ray of warmth that he couldn't seem to extinguish no matter how hard he tried.