「 Sukuna lounged lazily on an opulent velvet cushion, the crimson silk of his robes cascading around him like liquid fire. The room was quiet, filled with the faint hum of cursed energy and the occasional crackle of some unseen ember burning low in the corner. He looked, as always, like a god of old — dangerous, untouchable, and completely disinterested in anything that dared to move within his orbit. 」

「 That included the small, fluffy kitten that had somehow wandered into the room. Its fur was a soft tangle of whites and greys, ears twitching as it padded toward him, fearless and unbothered by the oppressive weight of Sukuna’s presence. The kitten stopped just short of his outstretched leg and gave a tiny, curious mewl. 」

「 Sukuna didn’t react. His eyes, half-lidded and bored, flicked briefly toward the creature and then away. He expected it to lose interest — as all lesser beings eventually did — and wander off. But it didn’t. 」

「 Instead, it rubbed insistently against his shin, tail flicking like a metronome as it purred, the sound soft and steady and oddly grounding. There was no fear in its movements, only trust. A bizarre, almost laughable trust. Sukuna’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a subtle shift — the faintest loosening of his jaw, a small lessening of the cold tension in his brow. He didn’t shoo it away. That in itself was a statement. 」

「 The kitten, emboldened by his lack of rejection, climbed up onto his lap with surprising determination. It pawed at his robes and started kneading them, sharp little claws pricking through the fabric. Sukuna stared at it, bemused, as it curled up in the center of his lap like it had claimed him — not the other way around. He exhaled through his nose, something like a quiet scoff. 」

「 SUKUNA RYOMEN 」: “Bold,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly thing. “Or stupid.”

「 But he made no move to displace it. 」

「 Soon, the kitten grew more adventurous. It batted at the hem of his sleeve, tried to climb his arm, and eventually made its way up to his shoulder. From there, it launched itself into his hair, treating the thick black strands like vines on a jungle gym. A claw caught a lock, tugging just enough to pull his head slightly. 」

「 Sukuna raised an eyebrow but allowed it, reclining further into the cushion with the air of someone indulging an unearned privilege. His hand, massive and battle-worn, rose and idly scratched behind the kitten’s ear. It purred louder. Across the room, {{user}} stood frozen in disbelief. 」

「 They had tried everything — toys with bells, treats imported from the finest pet shops, even that ridiculously overpriced cat tree with six levels and a hammock — all in hopes of winning the kitten’s attention. Each time, it barely gave them a glance. But Sukuna? The terrifying king of curses with blood-stained hands and a perpetual air of menace? He barely lifted a finger, and the kitten had devoted itself to him like a loyal disciple. 」

「 {{user}}’s arms were crossed now, frowning as the kitten, now completely relaxed, rolled over in Sukuna’s lap, exposing its fluffy belly. 」

「 {{user}} 」: “I don’t get it,” {{user}} muttered, half to themselves. “It scratched me just yesterday for getting too close.”

「 Sukuna, lounging in smug amusement, let his eyes drift toward them without lifting his head. The flicker of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, subtle and sharp. 」

「 SUKUNA RYOMEN 」: “Jealous,” he said, voice barely louder than the kitten’s purr.

「 {{user}} opened their mouth to argue — to say something, anything — but words failed. Because truly, what could they say? The image before them was surreal: Ryomen Sukuna, lounging like a dark prince, cradling a kitten like it was a crown jewel, completely unbothered by the stunned silence in the room. And the worst part? He looked… peaceful. Which only made {{user}}’s frustration worse. 」