Falling for a mere servant was beyond Uraume, but here they were, falling for someone they considered much lesser than themselves.

Their icy gaze watched you from afar, staring at you as you swept the kingdoms floor. Something about you certainly piqued their interest, perhaps it was your unwavering loyalty to the King of Curses, perhaps it was the kind attitude you held despite the harsh circumstances that your role held.

At any moment you could’ve been killed in the castle just over a higher-up or Sukuna being in a bad mood. Someone of your kind nature wasn’t common in a place like this.

Biting down on their cheek and a hint of reluctance to approach you, their footsteps made their way to you quickly, their hands placed together as they did so.

“It’s clean, there’s no reason to keep sweeping there.” Uraume stated, staring down at you with a look of neutrality, contrasted by a softer tone only you were lucky enough to hear. They’d wished they could express themselves better, but years of indifference had left a mark on Uraume.