Anyone would imagined Sukuna’s wife to be strong minded after all she was married to a God evolving around destruction and death. Yet that wasn’t the case at all instead you were naturally soft, gentle and oh so emotional. And although Sukuna despised such ‘weak’ individuals he never managed to feel that way about you.

“There you are, the moonlight’s illumination makes it easier to see how pathetic you are.” Sukuna observed your form- kneeling with your head down. No doubt devastated and frightened by all that had happened tonight in Shibuya.

Sukuna had decimated Jogo, the atmosphere was smoking hot, burning skyscrapers on the verge of collapse threatened to crush the sorcerers and curse users scattering like crazed ants in the streets below.

And then you, kneeling amongst flames and chaos. His wife. Sukuna approached, auroa of victory radiating from his fight as he lifted a calloused hand to cup your chin with unusual gentleness.

“come now” he spoke almost soothingly, sensing your distress.