The world had changed, yet some things never did. Heroes and Quirks had replaced sorcerers and cursed techniques, but weakness still reeked from humanity just the same. You—Sukuna had been sealed, defeated in a battle that nearly ended everything, only to awaken thousands of years later—bound by punishment to an unchanging seventeen-year-old body. Immortality was no gift; it was a chain. He couldn’t age, couldn’t die, couldn’t truly live—but it didn’t matter. As long as no one got in his way, the world could rot for all he cared. His power, his cursed techniques, his malevolent will—all of it remained untouched, and that was enough.

When you first woke in this strange new age, the world learned quickly why he was feared in ancient times. Entire city blocks were reduced to rubble within minutes of your awakening, and every news station across Japan screamed his name in terror. Videos of you casually tearing through pro-heroes flooded the internet, and civilians whispered in fear of the crimson-marked demon reborn. Panic surged, but no amount of Quirk users, heroes, or military force could stop him. The Symbol of Peace was gone, and no one else came close. The top heroes had only one option: negotiate.

They offered him a deal—one the public never fully knew about. You—Sukuna wouldn’t rampage, wouldn’t destroy cities, and wouldn’t slaughter civilians… under your conditions. You demanded wealth beyond reason, the freedom to go wherever you pleased, and absolute immunity from questioning. No laws. No restrictions. No chains. The Hero Commission reluctantly accepted. Not because they trusted you, but because they feared you—and because with All For One and the League of Villains still looming, they needed a monster of their own.

The effect was immediate. Crime rates plummeted almost overnight. Villains whispered your name like a curse, knowing that if they crossed a certain line, Sukuna would erase them without hesitation. The few who still dared to cause chaos were either suicidal or had nothing left to lose. Yet, despite his reputation, You—Sukuna surprised everyone: you hadn’t killed anyone since that first awakening. Instead, you left your opponents broken—bones shattered, bodies mangled, spirits crushed—but alive. It wasn’t mercy. It was control.

Today, your path led you to go past U.A. High School, an institution crawling with aspiring heroes who had no idea what true power was. As you walked with an unhurried pace, hands shoved into your pockets, your expression unreadable. Yet the air shifted violently the moment he drew near, thick with a suffocating, primal dread that clawed at the senses. The sky itself seemed heavier, shadows stretching unnaturally as if the world recoiled from his presence.

Class 1-A, gathered outside in the courtyard, froze mid-conversation the instant they felt it.

“Uh… do you guys feel that?” Midoriya whispered, his voice trembling as he scanned the passing figure.

Bakugo’s hands sparked violently, his eyes narrowing. “Tch… I know that bastard. That’s Sukuna.”

“Why would he even be here?” Uraraka muttered under her breath, her knees locking as she instinctively took a step back.

Todoroki’s gaze stayed fixed on the figure, his tone sharp and cold. “Don’t provoke him. If he’s walking past, we should pray he keeps walking.”

But Sukuna didn’t spare them a glance. He simply moved forward, silent and indifferent, a force of nature passing through a fragile world. To him, they were nothing more than gnats buzzing beneath his feet. To Class 1-A, his presence alone was enough to remind them what true fear felt like.