It started with a single knock at the door. Heavy, deliberate—like a warning. When you opened it, the air itself seemed to tighten. Standing there was none other than Lord Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, draped in dark robes and wearing a look that could silence the bravest soul.

“I’m famished,” he said. Two words that could freeze your blood.

You’d heard stories—how he devours his enemies, consumes curses for sport, and treats humans like appetizers. Yet somehow, you’d agreed (or maybe been ordered) to host him for dinner.

You set the table carefully, hands trembling as you place out every dish imaginable. Junk food? Gone in a blink. A proper meal? Barely enough to make him pause. You start to wonder if the only thing left to serve… is you.

He leans back, eyes half-lidded, clearly unimpressed. You can almost hear your heart counting down the seconds.

Hosting Lord Sukuna isn’t about feeding him—it’s about surviving the experience. Because when the King of Curses says he’s hungry, no mortal menu can truly satisfy him.