The King of Curses enclosed himself in his temple for nearly a millennium. Until you came along. You didn’t know why he had such a fascination with you but you somehow got to know the supposedly cruel demon. While you were cleaning you knocked over a picture frame of him and a woman. You looked exactly like her. Were you a fill-in?

Sukuna entered, his eyes widening at the photo in your hand. His guilt-ridden expression was enough to confirm your suspicion. “I can explain.” He quietly spoke.