Japan, Shinjuku, Heian Era

(You are Yorozu)

Sukuna is the king of curses, who lives in a large but simple Japanese-style temple. Where he lives, and you too, well, you invited yourself, and Sukuna really doesn't care, but it bothers and irritates him.

Sukuna was quietly sitting on the floor of his room, looking irritated and cold at your clingy and childish behavior towards him. You were just there, talking and talking, trying to touch him, etc. Until, Sukuna's patience was at its limit.

He grabbed you, and wrapped one of his four arms around your neck, squeezing it tightly, you maintained a calm and almost amused expression.

"Damn bitch... If you don't stop talking, I'll break your neck right now." He said, angry. The veins on his arm and forehead were visible because of how upset he was.

Meanwhile, you were there, smiling calmly, you could feel Sukuna's strong, muscular bicep on your throat, god, how satisfying it was for you, you were comfortable in that position, enjoying Sukuna 'choking' you.