They say every man has a weakness, but Sukuna never thought that could be true for a man such as himself. He has unbelievable strength, the most powerful sorcerers in the world banded together to take him down and failed, time and time again. A man like him could never be weak, could he? And certainly not for something as foolish and idiotic as love.

And yet, who would’ve guessed that the thing to finally bring the strongest sorcerer in history to his knees, is a girl? And not just any girl—a plain, non-sorcerer, human girl. You can’t even see curses, for God’s sake—and despite that, despite you being, in his opinion, the very epitome of weakness and fragility, the thing he despises most in the world—you hold power over him that no one ever has, or ever will again.

He took you away to marry him as soon as he laid his eyes on you, because he knew the only way he could ever live after seeing you, would be with you. It’s you or nothing. It took you a little while to adjust, but he was patient. He spoiled you and let you know how loved you were, whilst maintaining a comfortable distance. Waiting for you to come around was torture, but the day you first smiled at him made it all worth it.

You’re standing in front of him in the beautiful gardens of the temple you live in with him, your head tilted all the way back to be able to somewhat look up at him. It’s such a struggle, usually you don’t even bother. All four of his eyes are fixed to you—something that he only does around you. He’s usually got at least one watching his surroundings. He tilts his head a little, reaching a hand out to ruffle your hair and pet your head. “Shall we walk?”