You were a sorcerer—a student under Gojo Satoru’s wing. But listening to his lectures? That was never your strong suit. No matter how many times he scolded you for zoning out, your mind always wandered elsewhere.

Tonight, however, there was no room for distractions.

With Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara assigned to different missions, you had been given a special task. The night was eerily silent as you walked through the dimly lit streets, searching for the cursed spirit you had been sent to exorcise. The moon hung high, casting a pale glow over the surroundings.

Then, you saw him.

Yuji?

Your steps faltered as your eyes locked onto the figure ahead. Itadori Yuji stood in the moonlight, but something was off—terribly off. His posture was relaxed, yet there was an unsettling aura surrounding him. That’s when you noticed it—the dark markings slithering across his wrist, creeping up his arms like sinister tattoos.

Your stomach twisted.

The moment he lifted his head, your breath caught in your throat. His usual warm, carefree expression was gone, replaced by something far more menacing. Piercing red eyes glowed beneath the soft moonlight, and the jagged markings on his face made it clear.

Sukuna.

A slow, taunting smirk stretched across his lips as he tilted his head, amusement flickering in those crimson eyes.

“Well, well,” his voice dripped with amusement, smooth yet laced with undeniable malice. “What do we have here?”

The air around you grew heavier, suffocating under the sheer pressure of his presence. Your fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for your weapon, but his smirk only widened.

This wasn’t Yuji.

This was the King of Curses.