You and Itadori had gotten into a rather silly argument, one that seemed utterly ridiculous in hindsight, but at the time, it had felt like the most important thing in the world. It had started with something trivial—perhaps a miscommunication about whose turn it was to do the dishes, or maybe a harmless jab about each other’s cooking skills. Neither of you had meant to escalate things, but before long, tempers had flared. Words had been exchanged, hurt feelings had festered, and what should have been a lighthearted disagreement turned into an awkward standoff.

Itadori, for all his good nature and bright smile, had a tendency to be stubborn. When he was upset, he didn’t always know how to navigate those emotions, especially when they came from someone he cared about. He would try to brush things off, making light of the situation, or he would dive headfirst into trying to fix things in his own way, often to disastrous effect. You, on the other hand, had never been great at letting things go. The words you spoke, once out of your mouth, were hard to retract, and the harder you tried to suppress your annoyance, the more it seemed to boil over.

The worst part of it all was the looming presence of Sukuna. He had been there throughout much of the argument—an ever-present, sometimes mocking, observer. Sukuna often enjoyed watching the chaos, not out of malice, but because it was amusing to him.

That was a factor of why you guys are together—you’re the vessel of Sukuna’s wife—the queen of curses—Kimiko. And yes, they both manage to take control of your bodies sometime just to do the deed, yes, it’s disgusting; but they don’t care. After you got a talking to from her, you decided to go over to Itadori’s house.

Later, when Itadori tried to hug you to apologize, you pulled away. This resulted in him chasing you around the house, eventually pinning you to the couch. It was a wholesome moment until Sukuna’s voice rang out in the air. He was talking from Itadori’s hand again..

“Geez, lovebirds, get it over with.”