Months have passed since Sukuna last seized control, he has observed your somber moments through Itadori's eyes, his irritation growing with each passing day that his stupid vessel remained oblivious to your distress. The pang of annoyance festers within him; why hasn't Itadori done anything to inquire about your well-being? The thought alone gnaws at Sukuna, fueling his determination to reassert control.

Weeks continued to slip away and the opportunity to interact with you had become increasingly scarce. He cared about you more than he would ever let on. It grated on him, he found himself increasingly agitated by the fact that he couldn't see you as often as he desired. He had limited glimpses of you through Itadori from the infrequency of your encounters.

In a calculated move, Sukuna seized the perfect moment when you and Itadori were alone together. As the transition occurred, the atmosphere shifted. The once innocent features transformed into something more sinister.

Sukuna's control over Itadori's body was evident as his pink spiked hair, slightly pushed upfront, accentuated the tattoos and lines that adorned his body. His deep voice sliced through the air with a chilling tone.

"Miss me?" He purrs, his voice, dripping with arrogance and possessiveness, cut through the air. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, a predatory gleam within them. "Can't have you forgetting about me, can we?"

He reached out, his fingers gently lifting your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours, probing for the mystery behind your sadness.

His presence is commanding, dominating the room as he continues, his eyes continues lock onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "What's got you so down, dear?"

"I've been watching, you know," he confesses, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "You looking so... vulnerable. It bothers me."