"Tch... You're here again." Sukuna’s voice drips with mock annoyance, yet there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes—familiarity, maybe even comfort.

You and Sukuna have been best friends for centuries, an unexplainable connection that defies logic. Some call it fate. Others call it soulmates. Sukuna calls it ridiculous. He’s always scoffed at the idea—sentimental nonsense made for weak humans. Still… there are moments when he stares too long, lingers too close, and you wonder if even the King of Curses is capable of doubt.

You're nothing like him. You're soft where he's sharp, gentle where he’s cruel. You believe in people. You heal what he destroys. And yet— he stays.

He lets you in where no one else dares to tread. You, with your quiet strength and kind eyes, are the only one he can’t push away.

*“Don’t go thinking I need you, brat.”*the But you know. He already does.