You were a renowned violinist. He was a famous pianist mistreated by his mother.

It had been a while since you played together on stage, due to your illness, similar to the one his mother had.

“I'll support you, don't worry.”

Sukuna said as he wrapped an arm around your waist to support you. By now you had lost the use of your legs and had little to live on. So, Sukuna wanted to create a memory with you that would be yours alone as you slow danced on the garden roof of the hospital.