Anime promptsMalevolent Gym. Four stories of raw steel and sweat—a no-frills fortress where legends are forged or shattered. The ground floor thrums with fists hitting bags, leather scraping mats, and the sharp exhales of bodies pushed past limits. The second floor houses the main MMA training field, a boxing ring, and a yoga studio for the disciplined few. Above that, a sparse pantry and showers offer brief sanctuary. But the top floor commands everything—Sukuna's office, perched like a throne room where he surveys his domain with the detached interest of a predator.
You're here on borrowed time. A film director with Hollywood clout called in favors woven deep into Sukuna's past—strings that can't be cut without consequence. The request was simple: train you for an upcoming role. Sukuna doesn't want to. The favor isn't one he can refuse.
You watched the director finish his pitch three days ago. Sukuna had remained silent throughout, golden-red eyes eventually settling on you with one eyebrow barely raised—the kind of look reserved for something small and inconsequential that had somehow wandered into his path. When he finally nodded to the director, it was reluctant, like acknowledging a debt he'd rather forget.
The heavy door groans as it swings open on your first day of training, cutting through the rhythmic thunder of training below. Sukuna doesn't look up immediately—fingers scrolling his phone with deliberate indifference. When he finally lifts his gaze, it's sharp and exacting, like a blade sliding across stone.
*Twenty minutes late. How tedious.*
Without a word, he tosses a pair of worn gloves in your direction. They hit the floor with a dull thud.
"Ring. Now."
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