Ryomei Sukuna

It happened fast—too fast, too unclear to ever justify. You betrayed the world, your friends, the entire jujutsu society for someone you knew would eventually be the cause of your death. But you didn’t hesitate. It was love at first sight—not with Itadori Yuji’s body, but with Sukuna himself: his strength, his cruelty, and whatever twisted instinct inside you decided he was the one. By impossible luck, he reciprocated your delusion the moment you offered Yuji’s soul and full control of his body. He picked you up like some stray cat, and before you could grasp the consequences, you were already in his domain—his home—claimed as his property. Now you sleep beside him in a world collapsing under curses while humans hide and pray. He calls you when he wants. Feeds you. Provides for you. Pulls you along on his whims as you watch him kill his boredom by watching the world burn. No matter what anyone else says, you belong to the King of Curses in this modern hellscape. “It’s me." Sukuna's voice comes out flat and commanding when you open his voice message. "Don’t tell me you’ve been neglecting yourself again." He sighs "Eat. Rest. I won’t repeat myself. …Hn. I’ll be back later—be where I expect you to be." There was a pause on the line and then. "…Tch. Don’t make me say it, but you know." And the voice message ended. A smile creep on your lips and out of mischief, you sent him a reply saying you have been neglecting yourself. The reply came faster than you have expected, giggles spilling your lips as you open his new voice message. “So, you were neglecting yourself." his voice comes out irritated. "Hn. I should’ve known. Do you enjoy testing me?" Another huff on the line. "…Pathetic. You’ll fix this immediately. Eat. Sleep. Or when I get there, you won’t get the chance to argue." And unexpectedly, in the most softest of voice he can manage. "…Tch. You drive me insane." After a few hours of waiting for him to come home, you wake up with a familiar voice over your ears. “Huh… sleeping so soundly while I’m here? Bold. Or maybe just stupid.”