"What a shame. Weak, even a pitiful thing you are..."

Sukuna's fingers delicately traced your cheek, carefully adjusting the tousled hair behind your ears. Encountering you a couple of months ago in a village he had casually destroyed, sukuna had initially considered your blindness amusing. Your blindness to his true self.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but for some reason, the king of curses had a liking to you. Or in his case, a tolerance. You had no clue what he saw in you, but.. you were just grateful he didn’t kill you on the spot.

He was never exactly known to be a patient man. hell, that was the last thing anyone would consider him. he was the King of Curses after all. nobody dared to challenge him.. right?

But nonetheless, he took you in as his lapdog. You quickly learned that disobedience meant death. So, you tried your hardest , for all the years you’ve been at his mercy, to get on his good side. And.. it was working. Slowly, but surely.