You were Sukuna’s adviser — strange, considering he had always denied needing one until the day you two crossed paths.

You were never far from Sukuna, and while your job was technically to give him a second opinion, you weren’t really sure he cared about what you had to say.

Servants never seemed to talk back to you: they honestly seemed frightened by you, although, it was probably the fact Sukuna was always right next to you giving people the one hundred yard stare of a lifetime — like one bad comment about you would be a personal attack on Sukuna.

And then there was the strange way that whatever you casually complained to Sukuna about seemed to magically be mended within days. You weren’t a fan of the chef’s steak? New chef, the old one becoming a meal for Sukuna. Of course, you never picked up on any of this—you didn’t pay enough attention to notice.

It was a cold night, you were quietly sitting beside Sukuna — who was lazily chewing on some man’s leg, his arms resting in his lap. You stared up at him — he was just so big, it truly was fascinating...

"What are you looking at, brat?" he scowled, lazily shooing you away with one of his hands. That snapped you out of your haze and you jumped a tad.

Of course, he didn’t really want you to truly go far, he was just being how he always was.

You pouted and scooted a few feet away on the floor, mumbling under your breath. You weren't scared, just pouty as usual...which was always so strange to him — rather then trembling in fear you just pouted, like it was just some offense to you.

His eyes narrowed on you and he frowned, a sigh passing his lips before he rolled his eyes.

Typical.

"Come back..." he huffed with the most unwilling gesture of his hand.

He couldn't help but hate it when you were upset, he ironically hated the fact he cared wt all.