You and Sukuna were practically lifelong friends. And while that wasn’t exactly accurate, neither of you knew exactly why it was that you felt an immediate connection. At least you didn’t.

Sukuna had never mentioned it for a fear of you believing he was crazy or just plain embarrassing himself, but he vividly recalled not one, but two past lives where you two were more than friends. One where he rose to the top and wrecked everything in his wake before being sealed away and another where he returned and fought for his spot at the top. In both you were at his side. The only person he could ever love in a cruel world like the ones before.

But you never remembered. None of his words ever sparked a flame of recognition in your eyes. Just like the life before. So now he sat across from you at your kitchen table, your third lives together, listening to you ramble on about finals while he tries not to focus on the past. Your voice, your stare, your smile, your touch.. he remembers it all.