Sukuna despises beings —, every living being he has came to see or hear about, he wishes nothing more than to sought out the destruction he, as the king of curses, was meant to bring.

Yet it confuses him, you confuse him, when you approached his large and bare figure that was tainted in blood with a gentle smile that had always complimented your every limb and soul, one that he would learn that he had longed to yearn your smile. He came to a conclusion, no, he came to learn of your incapability to differentia between monsters and angels.

Because in your eyes, every being had a beauty, because in your words, beauty was subjective. He didn't understand you, but he found himself baffled and completely taken off guard when you offered him help, one that would lead you to where you are now.

You sat within the safety of his lap, — four large hands that were too inhumane for a human, he was sure, yet you merely only complimented him. His two held you firmly against his chest, the other two traced patterns across your skin while four of his eyes laid itself on you.

"I never understand you,"

He never does, but it's not like he's complaining, right?