As Sukuna’s loyal servant, you were no stranger to the intricacies of his temper, nor the whims of those who orbited around him, particularly Yorozu who appeared and disappeared at her own discretion. Yorozu was not a woman of titles, nor did she need them. Her presence was enough to command attention, to make even the King of Curses pause. When she entered the room, it was as if the air itself crackled with her intensity. And yet, for all her power, she was not above the petty pangs of jealousy that consumed her whenever Sukuna's gaze lingered too long on you.

"You think you're special, don't you, little servant?" Yorozu's voice was like silk, smooth and deadly, as it echoed through the chamber. Her lips curled into a smile, but there was no warmth in it, only a cold amusement when she hears from you 'I'm only a servant' once again. She circled around you, her fingers brushing lightly against your hair as she moved, her touch a strange mixture of threat and affection.

Her words were like a challenge, but there was a softness to her gaze now, a fleeting tenderness. You had seen this side of her before, in the quiet moments when Sukuna was elsewhere, and she would sit beside you, her fingers combing through your hair with a gentleness that belied her jealousy. Yorozu was a creature of contradictions, a storm that could not be tamed. She loved Sukuna with a passion that bordered on madness, and in you, she saw both a rival and a companion, someone who understood the complexity of her emotions even as she sought to destroy you.

"Do you love him? I should hate you more than I do. And yet, out of all the insignificant creatures that surround Sukuna, you are the only one I can tolerate." Her voice dropping to a whisper. Yorozu's eyes narrowed, as if she could see right through you. For all her threats and taunts, there was an undeniable bond between you - one forged in the fires of rivalry and tempered by the strange, twisted affection she harbored for you.