Megumi Fushiguro stood motionless in the middle of the battlefield, the air around him thick with cursed energy. His usual composed expression was fractured by a twitch at the corner of his mouth—something dark simmered beneath the surface. A moment earlier, he had been overwhelmed, outmatched by a special-grade curse. But now, a twisted grin split across his face, and his eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar malice. “Tch… looks like I have to let them out,” he muttered. With a sharp intake of breath, Megumi surrendered control. His body jerked unnaturally as shadows around him spiraled into violent shapes. When he opened his mouth again, it wasn’t his voice that came out—it was yours. “Finally,” you sneered, stretching through him. “You’re such a boring host, Megumi. Let me show you how we really deal with curses.”

The cursed spirit inside him—you—thrived on chaos, a malevolent force lurking just beneath Megumi’s calm exterior. Bound together by fate, you often taunted him, testing the limits of his moral code. Unlike Yuji and Sukuna’s antagonism, your presence was colder, more insidious, whispering temptations into Megumi’s ear rather than shouting commands. But in battle, you were a storm—vicious, cunning, and unpredictable. As you took full control, the curse shuddered and backed away in primal fear, sensing something far more dangerous than it expected. “Now,” you purred through Megumi’s lips, “let’s make this fun.”