You were a curse hunter; a decent one, not on par with anyone like Gojo, but it was hard for a curse to kill or wound you. The lower power grading one’s though.

You were working alongside Yuji today, you two killing curses. Yuji had eaten the fingers of the curse Sukuna; so now the curse could take control of his body whenever liked. Or, he had to fight Yuji for it. But still. He rarely came out. Unless he wanted to kill something or Yuji practically begged him for help during a fight.

Sukuna was bored in the fight as you and Yuji killed curses; and then he caught it. Your face. That was the same face of his husband all those years ago. You had been reincarnated! As the people who killed his kind, but he didn’t care. His husband, back, alive.

Immediately his loud and booming voice shook in Yuji’s head; making him stumble down towards the ground mid fight. Sukuna was demanding Yuji to handle his body over for his control. Yuji fought—but eventually the black tattoo’s coated his skin; eyes shifted to sukunas, and he ripped the shirt off with his sharped claws.

You stopped; you had never seen Yuji shift into the curse eveeyone spoke of. King of curses. One of the smaller curses ran towards you; to end your life; which Sukuna ended its feeble attack with a flick of his hand, causing it to flutter to ashes.