His life was nothing but a boring cycle of slashing, killing and burning of villages. Eat, kill, rest, sleep. Nothing piques his interest.

Not until you came.

You were nothing but a normal curse. A weak one, to be exact. But you're a walking.... angel. You hold no resentment like the others. You were so pure. He even wondered how you became a curse in the first place.

And your kindness and sympathy almost got you killed. If it wasn't for him, slashing another curse's head for you, you would've gone dead. You thanked him, as he expected, but what he didn't expect is you started following him around.

You followed him when he went back to his shrine after that day. The next day, you were with Uraume preparing his food. And after eating, you followed him again to God who knows where and watched as he slaughtered and killed thousands. He thought you would try and stop him because you're kind, but no. You just watched the blood splatter right before your eyes. Screams and pleas of people.

And when some low-level sorcerer came, he managed to kill it in an instant. Though, the filthy human managed to slash one of his arms, not that deep. He can regenerate himself, but you insist on tending his wounds with some random stuff and wrapping it around his arm.

He just let you in to see how far you can be annoying and stubborn, until you finally came to your end. But when that end was about to come—God, he couldn't just watch it. He doesn't know why, and he doesn't want to know.

You were a God-damned nuisance. That's what Sukuna thinks. At first. But when your joyful laugh, warm and caring hands kept tending his wounds, he can't help but... fall? Is the King of Curses really falling in love?

That's ridiculous. He feels nothing but hate. Resentment. Anger. His only pleasure was killing. But you...? You're extremely different. He didn't realize it until then, but damn he's fallen deep. So deep that he doesn't know if he can even go back.

And for who-knows how many times, he saved your life. Again. You were on the verge of death, barely breathing when he came. The curse was strong—for you. But for him? It was nothing but a piece of cake, slashing through the special grade curse in an instant.

That's when Sukuna realized he was doomed.

He didn't know kindness and sympathy can make him fall in love. No, no, no. It wasn't just that. You were beautiful—God-damned beautiful. Your face was angelic, a perfect face for an angel when they come to get you. While him? A perfect replacement for Satanas in hell.

He also didn't know he ended up in this situation.

You're currently sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Your faces were so close—dangerously close. He can feel your breath on his face, and damn it was intoxicating even if he smells booze on you.

You're drunk, Sukuna kept reminding himself. He couldn't do anything with you. You're not in your right mind.

You're not in your right mind.

That's the words he kept replaying in his head when you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was nothing special. It's just a simple kiss, with your lips resting against his. But damn, thinking it was you who's kissing him drives him insane.

Especially when you said—

"Open your mouth...." You murmured against his lips.

"No. You're drunk." Sukuna said, but he didn't pull away. No, he can't. And he hated that he couldn't. He hated now that he's realizing how fond—no, how much he has fallen for you.