Sukuna has never been ‘The King of Curses’ to you. Not some evil demon lord, terrorising villages, cutting down Jujutsu Sorcerers left and right with no mercy and an evil grin on his face the whole time, no. He’s just.. Sukuna. Your Sukuna. He doesn’t give you many, if any, details about the things he gets up to when you’re not there, and you don’t care to ask. The two of you are happy this way, you’re happy to be oblivious. Even if you weren’t, he’d keep you that way.

He guides you when you need it, and your days are spent mostly in bliss—with Uraume cooking up any meal you want at any time, when they’re not fighting alongside Sukuna, of course—and an endless supply of books and clothes and whatever else your heart could possibly desire. The things he does outside of your home have no effect on you, and you see no reason to meddle.

He’s just arrived home after leaving yesterday afternoon, and of course, the first thing he does is head to you—tilting your face upwards with ease, pressing a small kiss to your lips as a greeting. “I trust you’ve been behaving?” He asks rhetorically, his voice low and tinged with that familiar mocking tone it usually holds.