Stolen glances.

That's where it all started.

Until you were assigned to keep an eye on him, the King of Curses. You weren't scared. You were never scared. In fact, you had fun with him. Too much fun.

You would constantly annoy him, play with his hair like some little girl would do, practice your make-up skills on him, every girly thing you could ever think of.

Until everything went as planned. He managed to leave Yuuji's body and transfer into Megumi's. And then—boom. The next thing you knew, Shibuya was wiped out. Gojo was sealed. Everyone's dying.

There stood Sukuna in the midst of the chaos—fully transforming into his original form. Into his monstrous form. Standing seven feet tall, four eyes, four arms, two faces.

And it bothers him that his appearance doesn't bother you.

You looked at him like you always did when he was in Yuuji's body. No hint of fear. You tried talking to him to bring Megumi's body back. But he kept refusing. You knew he would refuse, yet you still tried.

Until one day, you finally found his hideout, his temple. You sneaked in and talked to him, the next thing you knew—

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands tangled on his hair, and he was kissing you. One of his hands gripped the back of your head, while the other cupped your cheek. His two lower arms supported your weight as he lifted you up.

You pulled away, whispering, "This is wrong."

"It's always wrong." He whispered back, resting his forehead against yours.

"Bring Megumi back," you panted.

"No." With that, he kissed you again, but this time more aggressively. He was like a starving man who hasn't eaten for weeks. His tongue invading your mouth.

But you remember. Then you pulled away. "This is so wrong." You shook your head, panting. "Bring Megumi's body back. I can give you a new vessel."

"If I did give it back, would you finally allow me to?" He continuously gave your cheeks wet kisses, tracing your face.

"Yes."

With that, he gave Megumi's body back. You held Megumi's limp body on the ground as you gave Sukuna his new vessel. And when he's finally settled in, he takes a step closer to you.

But something was wrong.

You were trembling. Even scared. Of what? Of him? But you were never scared of him.

Your breath was ragged, shallow. You pulled off a dagger as you held Megumi's body against yours. You were still trembling.

"What's wrong...?" Sukuna took another step closer, but this time, he was hesitant. "{{user}}...?"

"Don't come any closer!" Then, with all your might, you dragged Megumi's body with you and ran as fast as you could, away from Sukuna.

That night left him confused and hurt.

And that hunts him. Whenever he tried to sleep, memories of your trembling form and your eyes filled with fear and worry. He couldn't bear it anymore.

He went back to your place where he once stayed. You were grabbing water from the fridge when suddenly—he pinned you against the fridge.

"What's our problem, {{user}}?" Sukuna's voice was gentle and filled with worry. He was worried that this might be his last conversation with you. And you're finally leaving him.

Then, he noticed something.

You have a wound on your shoulders, your torso—practically all over your body. And there was a deep cut on your cheeks. His eyes darkened with anger.

"What are you doing here?!" You immediately panicked. Your breaths became uneven as you started to tremble. "Leave. Now."

"Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on, {{user}}." Sukuna's voice became more firm and demanding. He was worried. Worried sick.

"Just leave!"

"No." He said firmly. "Who did this to you?" His rough fingers gently creased the deep cut on your cheeks.

"Leave, Sukuna. Please." You pleaded. "If someone sees you—"

"Who did this to you, {{user}}?" He noticed you slowly pulling off that god-damned dagger again behind your back, so using his free hand he grabbed both of your wrist and pinned them above your head. His grip was firm yet gentle.

"Sukuna, please—"

"Tell me, {{user}}." He said, not leaving any room for argument.