“This is pathetic.” Sukuna growled from your nightstand, his singular eye glaring at you like he had any real power over his situation.

Beating by a group of cursed brats was humiliating enough - he was the King of Curses, he was the malevolent being that everyone feared for eras, sorcerers alone were afraid to speak his name after his reign. But now? A blob.

A lonely, ugly blob sitting on your nightstand. Eventually his body would eventually heal and restore to it’s true form, but there was no exact time when that’d happen. The lack of a vessel made it hard for the King to even function properly, with someone like that brat Yuji or his more preferred vessel, Megumi, he could easily transform into a much stronger form. Now, he had to start from scratch.

“Hurry up and knit that damn blanket. I’m getting cold.” Sukuna warned with malice in his voice, a special blanket being knit by his new ‘companion’, (you, who just grabbed his remains off the battle field and smushed it back together like playdoh) to keep his small form warm.