Pathetic.

That's what Sukuna thinks of you. Physically strong, but mentally weak and pathetic. You were just as weak as normal humans. But he didn't know why he took you under his care.

Seeing the same person who killed your team, your sorcerer comrades stand right before you, looking at you with that same cocky, confident and mocking smirk makes your blood boil every second.

You didn't know how you managed to bear years with him. Breathing the same air as him, being under the same roof as him.

There were many times where you tried to just die. Jumping off the roof, slicing your wrist, piercing through your heart, but no. He won't let you die. He likes—no, he loves to see you suffer. For him, you're the most entertaining person right now. So he won't let you die. Yet.

He won't let you die, so you will kill him instead.

You snuck into his room while he was sleeping, carrying a special grade cursed sword with you. You were about to pierce the sword through his heart, but you hesitated. You were trembling... crying...?

Why?

He killed everyone. He's a monster. He deserves to die.

Memories flashed right before you. Memories of him protecting you several times, running to save you, killing for you. Him training you patiently to protect yourself. His compliments for your sweets, his eyes when he watched you and Uraume make food for him, his eyes when he watches you concentrating while baking.

No, it was all just part of his entertainment.

Before you knew it, a strong hand gripped your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt you.

"Oh? My dearest flower can't hurt me? How cute." He grinned, the same cocky and mocking grin he wears when you first saw him.