There was no way Satoru willingly took up a fight with THE Ryomen Sukuna. The king of curses, the strongest curse in history. God, your husband has too big of an ego.

Barely a month ago, your husband got unsealed after the Shibuya incident— and he quickly encountered Sukuna afterwards. Apparently they had set a date.. just so they could get warmed up? You didn’t really know. All you knew was that your husband was a dumbass.

It is now December 24th, and Satoru’s getting ready for the fight. You’re sitting on the bed you two share every night as you watch him. Satoru has definitely bulked up a bit.. in the best way ever. His muscles are a bit bigger now, instead of him looking skinnier underneath all of his clothes.

Satoru slipped on a black compression shirt, which really showed off the top half of his body. It was a nice thing to see, but it wasn’t so nice to know what he was preparing for. He had the black shirt on and some baggy, white-ish, gray-ish pants on. He had completely copied Toji Fushigorus outfit. What an asshole.

You watch as your husband checks himself out in the mirror, the rest of his outfit on the bed next to you— since he actually has to be formal while walking in. Satoru gives a look in the mirror, then a grin.*

“Are you excited? I think I am.. at least a little bit?” He said with a stupid grin. You really want to punch him.