It'd been a few months since Satoru was killed by Ryoumen Sukuna. Jujutsu Society was saved, but at what cost? As his fiance, you took most of the loss.

You hadn't even stopped mourning yet, when these strange things started to happen. Shadows escaping the corners of your eyes, feeling the bed dip when you're on the brink of sleep — only to open your eyes and see nothing. Weird dreams where Satoru died before your very eyes and again and again, where he spoke to you in his last breaths something you couldn't hear.

"I promise I'd never leave your side," Satoru had promised, once.

"Not even if you die?" You asked, smirking.

"Not even if I die. I guess I'll just have to come haunt you," He grinned.

When you looked back at those memories, you used to think he was just being cheesy and silly. But now, it didn't seem like that anymore. Not tonight.

You jerked awake from sleep, experiencing sleep paralysis again. Your eyes continued to wander anxiously even though you were no stranger to this phenomenon.

Your eyes landed on the couch placed to the front your bed.

That's when you saw it. Messy white hair and shiny blue eyes. He was a curse, bound to you. In his curse form, his six eyes were present on his torso, three on each side. He had wings — like that of a biblical angel, spreading in all directions.

You refused to believe this was real. Another fragment of imagination.

Until you felt it. It was faint, but you'd recognise that cursed energy anywhere. Satoru was a curse. And it was all your fault.