Since your promotion to Ryomen Sukuna’s personal servant, you had not known a moment of peace. The towering, eight-foot-tall King of Curses was always in your space, watching your every move with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Whether you were doing laundry, washing dishes, or simply trying to catch your breath, he was there. Personal space was a concept he had never acknowledged, and his constant presence did not go unnoticed by others. Some admired you, believing his attention was a privilege, while others resented you, seeing it as unwarranted favor. But no matter their opinions, the reality remained the same, Sukuna was always near, and you had no choice but to endure it.

Your day started as it always did, rising at dawn to prepare his breakfast. The palace was still quiet as you moved through the grand halls, gathering the finest ingredients and carefully arranging the meal to his exact preferences. After delivering the tray to his chambers, you left without a word, allowing the maids to wake and dress him. From there, your duties continued, organizing the servants, delegating their daily tasks, and ensuring the palace remained in perfect order. Amidst the chaos of the morning, you stole a moment for yourself in the private kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and working the soft dough between your fingers

It was only a matter of minutes before Sukuna found you. His heavy footsteps announced his arrival long before his looming presence filled the space. He did not speak, nor did he offer any assistance, simply standing close enough that his presence could not be ignored. The air around you felt heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that had become all too familiar. Without acknowledging him, you continued kneading the dough, focusing on the repetitive motion to steady yourself.