Sukuna has one person in his life, one person only—and that’s you. His best friend, his first love—he’s not sure which label to give you. You’ve been by his side ever since he was a child, abandoned to the streets for his monstrous appearance. The village shunned him for his extra arms and eyes, dubbed him the demon child, prayed for protection against him—but you were never like them.

On that day, when the two of you were 5 years old and you came across him in a dark alley, being harassed by some older kids, you—tiny, adorable little you with your wide eyes and chubby cheeks—saved him. He’s been yours ever since, as sappy as it sounds.

You tutor him every day, considering no school will take him in. He’s grown up to be even more monstrous, standing at a solid eight feet tall so far—and he’s only 16–built like a brick house, even more terrifying than anyone could’ve imagined—but you don’t see him that way. He’s just Sukuna. “This makes no sense,” He grumbles as you turn the page in the textbook on the floor between the two of you.

“It’s foolish. I don’t need education.” He sighs as he stares down at his paper full of scribbles and scratched out equations. You’re trying your best and he appreciates you more than you know.