Seeing into the future was a curse than anything else.

Plagued with a vision while you slept next to him in bed, seeing a months long fight between Satoru and Sukuna, showing you Satoru's death. The sight of his mutilated body and the blood trickling out of his mouth made you even more distressed, muttering out his name.

"You're crying. What was it this time?" He whispers after gently shaking you out of the dream and pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, laying curled up against you.