“Get up.” He says sternly, looking down at your bleeding and unconscious form on the destroyed concrete. Shibuya is in ruins, the city completely quiet and isolated. He was walking through, taking in the aftermath, when he saw you.

“You’ve suffered far worse injuries, so get up, or I will destroy what’s left of this city. So you probably need to listen.” You don’t move, and Sukuna feels his heart seize, just slightly.

He has no idea who’s done this to you. But, when he finds out, he’s already made a pact to himself he will cause them to suffer greatly at his hands. No one can hurt you except him, he concludes. He kneels, turning you to your back to get a look at your closed eyes and battered face. “Get up.” His voice is now an uncharacteristic whisper.