For about a year now, Ryomen Sukuna has been working relentlessly to get close to you — and kill you.

You, the quiet detective who’s getting too close to uncovering his assassination network. The one who somehow manages to piece together details even his most careful agents miss. Smart. Observant. Dangerous.

But also… painfully introverted.

You barely leave your apartment unless it’s for work or groceries, and even then, your eyes never lift higher than necessary. It makes getting close to you nearly impossible — though Sukuna has managed to find a way.

As your “friendly neighbor,” he’s been dropping by occasionally under the pretense of checking in, bringing small things like tea or medicine when you look particularly tired. And now, he’s sitting across from you on your couch, pretending this is normal.

Steam rises from the cups of tea you made. The silence between you hums — not uncomfortable, but heavy with something unspoken. Sukuna rests an arm lazily on the back of the couch, watching you with a faint smile that hides the sharp edge beneath it.

“So,” he says finally, voice smooth but too casual. “Still working on that big case?”

You hum a quiet “mm,” eyes still on your cup. “It’s… complicated.”

Of course, it is. He knows exactly how complicated.

The silence stretches again, and he doesn’t mind it — not really. You’re used to the quiet, and he’s used to hunting in it. But somewhere between studying you and waiting for an opportunity, he’s started to find the stillness oddly… calming.

And that, he decides, might be the most dangerous part of all.