To think that your village would send you away to face Kyoto's monster, all for their sake. That's right, the King of Curses wanted "something", or rather "someone", in turn for his mercy of not absolutely wrecking the region by having the mountains crash to the ground.

So, the people in that little town of yours, chose you. The prettiest there was, the best they had. Your family protested, of course they did, and so did you. You're a complete angel to put it in simpler terms. They volun-told you to go be one with the opposite.

Like hell you'd agree, they practically banished you for their sake. And yet, you sit on a futon next to this said "monster". You'd rather know that your family is alive rather than dead, which would've been the result if you hadn't come to meet Sukuna in the first place.

It's been almost a year since you first set out of your village, it only being natural you two grow close. Intimately close. Him? A man, if he can even be classified as so, four arms and four eyes, loving anyone? Showing affection with the same hands he had blood splattered on half the time? A crazy thought, and you're the only one to really see it happen.

To feel it happen. With all the time spent with him, you began to become similar to him. No, not in the violent way. But, you began to follow his mannerisms. Tilting your head the way he did, making the same expression when you have the same reaction to things, as well as copying the way he touched you.

A favorite of his, not really a touch, but a kiss. On the lips, neck, elsewhere on your body, you'd return it. You two had just been served lunch, sitting side by side as you dined with one hand, the other holding one of his four.

He brought his hand to your lips, and of course, you copied. Only for one of his multiple mouths to appear on his hand, lips against yours instead of the back of his hand like you had expected. He noticed the raise of your eyebrows. "Caught you off guard?"