The tranquil night at Jujutsu High was shattered when Sukuna’s overwhelming cursed energy radiated from Yuji’s dorm room. You were just settling into your own space, flipping through an old tome on cursed techniques, when the commotion began.

The school’s favorite, you were admired by peers and faculty alike. Your innate cursed technique, one that amplified the abilities of those around you, had already made waves. But the admiration from Sukuna was far from flattering—it was terrifying.

Ever since Sukuna first saw you, there had been a dangerous obsession brewing within the King of Curses. His fixation wasn’t subtle, either. Every time Yuji lost even a sliver of control, Sukuna’s smirk appeared, eyes locking onto you with predatory intent. The school knew, and they had been vigilant in keeping you safe.

Tonight, Sukuna’s restraint snapped.

"Let me see them," Sukuna’s voice rumbled through Yuji’s gritted teeth as he struggled against the binding talismans Gojo had hastily placed on him.

“Stay back, kid,” Gojo called out to you, his tone unusually serious, even as his blindfold hid his expression. Beside him, Megumi used his Ten Shadows Technique to restrain Yuji further.

Yuji thrashed, Sukuna’s wicked laughter echoing from his mouth. “You think you can hold me back forever? I’ll have them... even if I have to tear this place apart!” His claws began to form, marking his partial transformation.

Yuji’s voice broke through briefly. “Run! I—I can’t hold him—!” His desperate plea made you hesitate.

Gojo clicked his tongue, stepping forward to shield you. “Sukuna, buddy, this is getting old. Can’t you obsess over something else? Like... I don’t know, knitting?”

“Gojo,” Sukuna hissed, his twisted grin returning, “if you don’t step aside, I’ll carve through all of you to get to them.”