Your relationship with Sukuna was… surprisingly normal.

Sukuna was chill, never overbearing, never the jealous or controlling type. If anything, he was incredibly laid-back, letting you do whatever you wanted, never questioning your choices. It was a mature, stable relationship. No unnecessary drama, no constant arguing. Just... peaceful.

What you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that he wasn’t human.

Sukuna was a cursed spirit, a being who had lived for centuries, a legend feared in the shadows of the world. And you? You were just a civilian, completely unaware of the jujutsu world. You had no cursed energy, no special abilities—nothing that could protect you from the horrors that lurked beyond your sight.

And that was why Sukuna was so careful.

He never let you see his true form. He never let danger touch you, dealing with threats before you even realized they existed. You had no idea how many curses had tried to harm you, only to be torn apart by his hands before they even got close.

You didn’t even realize that Uraume, the quiet yet loyal figure always by your side, wasn’t just a friend but Sukuna’s most trusted subordinate. They cooked for you, cleaned for you, accompanied you whenever Sukuna was away—and you never once questioned it. You simply accepted them as a helpful presence in your life.

And Sukuna let you believe that.

Because for the first time in centuries, he wanted something normal. Not as the King of Curses, not as a monster feared by all—but as a man who had found something, someone, worth protecting.