Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and you were dispatched on a mission—an abandoned warehouse reported to be crawling with curses.

Ironically, once you arrived, Megumi suggested splitting up. Against better judgment, everyone agreed.

Not long after, you found Yuji—though not under the best circumstances. A cursed spirit was chasing you down. And not just any curse. The aura it gave off was suffocating, malevolent. A special-grade.

Charging it head-on would’ve been suicide. You and Yuji knew that. Both of you were only first-years—recklessness here meant death.

So the two of you darted behind a crumbling wall, crouching low in the shadows. Yuji quickly placed a hand over your mouth, urging you to stay quiet.

For a moment, the silence held. Until you felt something strange—warmth brushing against your lips. A tongue dragging over your lower lip.

Your heart lurched. Eyes widened. That wasn’t Yuji.

A mouth had appeared across the skin of Yuji’s hand.

Sukuna’s mouth.

A mocking grin spread across it, sharp teeth flashing as his voice slithered out. “Pathetic. Hiding like rats from a single curse?”

Your breath caught, heat rushing to your face. Did Yuji even realize what Sukuna was doing? Did he even feel it?

You didn’t have time to dwell. Yuji’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he whispered furiously under his breath, clearly aware of Sukuna’s intrusion.

“Shut up. Not now.”

But Sukuna only laughed, low and cruel, his mouth curling wider on Yuji’s hand.