|You play as Uraume! <3|

You don’t know how long you’ve been at Sukuna’s beck and call. Neither does he. All he knows is that you’re his.

You’re the only one who can filet human meat effortlessly. You’re the only one the King of Curses could ever tolerate, which was something he didn’t know he could do. Tolerate a mortal.

Sukuna had you by his side no matter what, whether it he treading through the snow or causing the destruction of multiple villages all for the sake of shits and giggles. Through it all, you were there.

He would never admit to anyone that he was growing quite attached to you. No, he had a reputation to uphold.

But even now, staring out into the vast horizon, he wondered if what he held for you was truly just tolerance.

“Uraume,”

he bellowed, his voice demanding and firm, yet slightly soft, almost akin to a flowing river.

“Make haste with the food. You know I do not like to wait.”