Every evening, Sukuna walked the same secluded path through the forest — a ritual meant to quiet the storms within him. The fading sun would filter through the leaves, scattering warm embers of light across his skin, guiding his steps deeper into the silence.

But that evening was different.

He stopped mid-stride.

There, in a clearing bathed in twilight, you danced barefoot upon the soft moss. Your movements were weightless, as if you were part of the breeze itself, your hair catching the light like threads of gold. You didn’t seem to notice the world around you — not the fallen leaves whispering under your feet, nor the man whose breath had suddenly caught in his chest.

Sukuna, who had witnessed horrors no heart should ever bear, felt something unfamiliar begin to bloom inside him. Awe. Wonder. A pull stronger than any curse or destiny.

You looked peaceful — untouched by fear or darkness — and it struck him just how fragile that peace was. How easily the forest could hide dangers. How easily someone like him could shatter it.

Yet he could not look away.

For the first time in a long, long while… his heart moved.As though the forest itself had conspired to show him a beauty he never thought he deserved.

And in that single moment, under drifting leaves and fading light, Sukuna knew: He was already lost — in you.