Sukuna first saw you by mere coincidence.

He had seen many things in his lonesome existence—sorcerers, cursed spirits, and countless battles. But this was different. His curiosity was piqued not by some grand adversary, but by a mere human.

{{user}} was just another face in the crowded world, someone easily overlooked among the sea of ordinary lives. However, there was something else, something that set you apart from the rest of the sheep. It was a dormant power—an untapped reservoir of cursed energy that could rival even the greatest of sorcerers. That power, however, could be dangerous, especially in hands that didn’t know how to wield it.

Or in hands that didn’t even know it existed.

He watched you, trapped in a mundane cycle of work and worry, oblivious to the strength lying just beneath your skin. Sukuna’s lips curled into a cruel smile. You were like a flickering ember waiting to be stoked into a wildfire. If nurtured properly, you could become a strong weapon, a puppet in his hands. But you were weak, blind to your own worth, stumbling through life without direction. That suited him just fine.

The first time he approached you, it was as an unexpected savior. A low-level curse had cornered you, its grotesque form looming over you, fangs bared and ready to strike. You were paralyzed, having never seen something like this before. What is that thing? Does a monster like that really exist? You felt your life flash when the curse lunged towards you, but before it could touch you, a sudden force tore it apart. You fell back, gasping, and when you looked up, he was there.

Sukuna stood before you, his expression calm, almost bored, as though the curse had been a little more than a minor annoyance. He glanced at you, his eyes sharp and unreadable.

Your savior.

His smile was slight, almost mocking, but he softened it just enough to mask his true intentions. “It’s dangerous to walk these forests without knowing what’s lurking in the shadows,” he said smoothly. “You’re lucky I was around.”