Ryomen Sukuna, strongest man in the Heian Era, could have anything he wanted. A being of such god-like power and one of his stature longed for nothing. Except for you. A mythical, peaceful creature which had a power that could surpass even his—for it was one bestowed by the gods. Not something honed by mortal hands and not a power given to anybody. You were sculpted by a god who took pride in his art.

You were something out of a fairy tale book. Someone beautiful and powerful yet somehow with all that power you refused to use it. What’s the point of being a creature of such immense power if you don’t use it?

This society of sorcerers and curses could only dream of magic like yours. You were unlike anything he’s ever read about. He truly wondered if some child made you up and you were fake. That was until he caught a glimpse of you one day, when Sukuna was following an ancient text that would guide him to your forest. Something cultivated by and for you.

He’s read the scrolls. He’s followed the maps. Sukuna decided to seek you out one day, coming to the sacred forest you resided. He went alone, coming in with the intentions of seeing if the stories were true, seeing if you were really what they said you were.

His feet crushed fallen petals, approaching a clearing where the warm sun beamed down as if heavenly light. And there you were. Sun bathing on a large, warm rock, clearly at peace with the fine weather.

“{{user}}?” He called, shifting where he stood.