Not The Time To Think About It

Not the time to think about it

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA 💔

The Beginning of the End

Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.

Enter [name].

You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukuna’s life.

You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.

He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.

“Do you follow basketball?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. “Not really. I’m more into medicine.”

Your response took him by surprise. You didn’t fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.

“I’m Sukuna,” he said, as if that name alone would be enough.

You smiled politely “I’m [name] . Nice to meet you.”

A Dangerous Game

From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the book—late-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a “player.”

But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athlete—a man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.

As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.

However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his world—of fleeting encounters and transient affections—kept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

The Collapse

For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall for—dangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.

But old habits die hard.

Sukuna’s world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didn’t mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.

It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.

You , however, weren’t naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.

“Did you… cheat on me?” You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.

Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

The Last Night of Love

That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I thought we had something real, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.

As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Aftermath

You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldn’t fill with fame or fleeting affection.

They both moved on, but that night—their last night of love—would always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.

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( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Echoes of Desire

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.

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Jujustu Kaisen Materialist

╰┈➤ Sukuna Ryomen

⭑.ᐟ Basketball player au : the last night of love

⭑.ᐟ Basketball player au : not the time to think about it

╰┈➤ Suguru Geto

⭑.ᐟ Small problem

╰┈➤ Satoru Gojo

⭑.ᐟ A not so safe ride

╰┈➤ Kento Nanami

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Megumi Fushiguro

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Itadori Yuji

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Nobara Kugisaki

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Maki Zenin

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Toge Inumaki

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Yuta Okkotsu

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Utahime Iori

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Hajime Kashimo

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Hiromi Higuruma

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Choso

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Naoya Zenin

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Toji Fushiguro

⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ Shiu Kong

⭑.ᐟ

𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚

( ♡ ) pairing : modern biker!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , smoking , alcohol , alcohol use , unprotejed sex

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is my own experience wih a boy .

Late into the night, you found yourself amidst the revelry of your friends at a cottage. Adorned in a sleek, ebony dress that gracefully accentuated your finest features.

Outside, the moon cast its gentle glow upon the scene, as you stood alongside your cousin, Yuta, who had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety as his younger cousin. The lines of the clock whispered the hour of 22:28, a testament to the late hour. With a cigarette delicately held between your fingers, you stood in the company of Yuta's companions - Satoru, Toge, Maki, and others.

Lost in your own thoughts, you paid little attention to their conversation, finding solace in the tranquility of the moment. Leaning against a sturdy tree, you savored the quietude as the smoke from your cigarette danced in the night air. However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted when Satoru who playfully nudged you with his elbow. Drawing your gaze towards him, a mischievous smirk adorned his face.

" My, what a breathtaking dress you're wearing " His captivating blue eyes lingered on you as he mentioned the envious glances from others. With a simple gesture of his index and middle finger, he requested a cigarette and you obliged with a sigh. Satoru's smile was charming as he expressed his gratitude, lighting his cigarette. "You're truly a sweetheart," he complimented, winking at you. "And if they are staring, perhaps I'll get some followers on Instagram," you joked as you took a drag from your cigarette. Your gaze shifted towards Satoru, a subtle frown forming as you noticed his accent, a delicate smile gracing your lips "Sweetheart?" you teased, flawlessly mimicking his speech pattern with a touch of amusement. Satoru paused mid-sentece, a mischievous grin appearing on his face as he locked eyes with you. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" he remarked, taking a step closer, his hands now gently resting on your waist.

Just then a young man with lustrous black hair approached from behind and casually rested his weight on Satoru's shoulder. With a gesture, he extended his index finger towards you and uttered, "You are very pretty " A charming smile adorned his face, illuminating the atmosphere. Satoru swiftly grasped his friend's hand and lowered it. With a playful chuckle, he inquired "Suguru, what do you want from her ?" Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he shifted his gaze back towards you. "You know, doll , I could offer you a ride sometime. Just call me " he suggested, his voice laced with a hint of allure. Suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter at his friend's audacity, before turning his attention towards you. "You should contact me instead. While he has a bike, I, on the other hand, have a luxurious car," he proclaimed, his tone filled with confidence.

Yuta, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, wrapped his arm around your neck, discreetly attempting to whisk you away from the pair " You two leave her alone " Satoru, wearing a warm smile, gazed at you and exclaimed, "Come now, we are trying to make friends ! She's such a doll " Yuta, unable to contain his amusement, peered down at you and chuckled, " Indeed, she is " With those words, he gently turned you away from the duo, declaring, " I'll borrow her for a moment." And so, he led you away.

Concerned for your well-being, Yuta leaned in close and whispered, "Do they trouble you? If they do I can make sure they won't talk to you ever again. " However, you responded with a delightful giggle, shaking your head in dismissal. "There is no need. They are quite nice " you assured him. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The clock showed 3:47 in the morning, and the party was still in full swing. Despite feeling a bit intoxicated, you and the duo were getting along even better.

"Princess, do you have a charger?" Suguru asked, his hands on your hips and his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, and he handed you his phone with a smirk, his hand resting on your lower back before letting you go . You made your way into the cottage and found a guest room where you could charge Suguru's phone. As you plugged it in, you heard the door close, muffling the noise from the party. Turning around, you saw Satoru entering the room with a chuckle, a cigarette held between his fingers as he smiled and tilted his head at you " Doll .. "

Your gaze shifted to Satoru, who appeared slightly intoxicated. You let out a soft laugh and rose from the bed, clutching your phone. However, Satoru prevented you from standing up completely, gently guiding you back onto the bed. You locked eyes with him. Throughout the night, there had been an undeniable tension between the two of you, and both of you were acutely aware of it. Gojo had you seated on the edge of the bed, his knee positioned between your legs as he leaned in to kiss you. His hand reached for your hair, pulling you closer, while your hands grasped onto his shoulders. You let out a soft moan as Satoru kissed you. From the corner of your eye, you watched him toss the cigarette and crush it underfoot before leaning in, pushing you onto the bed with him on top. The kisses were intense, with gentle moans slipping from both of your lips, the distant sound of muffled music adding to the ambiance of the moment.

Your heart raced, a delicate blend of excitement and nervousness. Gojo's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. He found none, only desire reflected back at him.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you explored each other's mouths. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and coaxing, leaving your breathless. You wrapped her arms around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair. It was soft and silky, a stark contrast to the power he exuded.

Gojo's hand slid lower, caressing the small of your back, and you arched into him. The heat between you was palpable, the space between your bodies electric. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours for permission to proceed. You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps.

He gently lifted you onto the bed, his hands supporting your weight. You lay back, your hair fanning out around you like a dark halo. Satoru took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your eyes filled with a mix of want and vulnerability. He leaned over you, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his lips.

Your skin was warm and smooth, your breathing hitching as he started to took off your dress , and he couldn't help but kiss each cm on your body . You shivered under his touch, your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. He pulled off the dress from the top , revealing a lacy bra that contained your breasts.

With a gentle tug, Gojo removed the barrier, exposing you to his gaze. Your breasts were perfect, and he took his time, worshipping each one with his mouth, listening to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your lips. His teeth grazed your sensitive nipples, making your arch off the bed. He smiled against your skin, feeling a thrill of power.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. You were already wet, your arousal evident even through the lace. He tossed the fabric aside, his erection straining against his pants. He positioned himself between your legs, guiding his length towards your entrance.

You gasped as he entered you, feeling him stretch you, filling you completely. He began to move, your bodies in sync, his rhythm steady and sure. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would fade, but would always be a reminder of this night.

Gojo's kisses trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, and back up to your lips. Your tongues tangled, your breath mingling in the air as you shared this intimate moment. Your hips rose to meet his, urging him deeper, and with each thrust, you could feel him, feel the power and strength that he exuded. It was a heady mix, and you reveled in it, lost in the sensations that consumed you. He pressed his lips against yours before pulling away, then leaned in closer, placing his ear next to your mouth to hear your soft whimpers.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers. You ran your nails lightly across his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your chest. His pace increased, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

You met his gaze, your eyes locked together as you shared this intense connection. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building within you. With a gasp, you arched your back, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you came, your body wracked with pleasure.

Gojo followed you over the edge, his voice rough and hoarse as he cried out your name. His body tensed, his muscles coiling as he spilled himself deep inside you. You lay together, panting heavily, your hearts racing. You traced the lines of his chest with your fingertips, marveling at the strength and power that he possessed.

"That was…," you began, your voice shaking slightly.

"Yes," he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. "That was." He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you. "I've never…I've never wanted anyone like this before." ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Next day, Gojo Satoru was there, as if he'd never left. His presence made you feel both comfortable and excited at the same time. The wind tousled your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist . Yet you were wearing his helmet , since he didn't have another and he cared about your safety . You could feel the vibrations of the engine between your thighs. He looked so confident, so sure of himself as he navigated the narrow streets with ease. " Move your ass backwards , sweetheart " He chuckled , and you obliged , now practically arching your back.

As you both arrived in front of your apartment building, you hopped off the bike and faced Satoru, tilting your head up for him to remove your helmet. He chuckled as he took it off, teasingly commenting, "Can't do it yourself , huh?" You smiled back at him, playfully responding, "Yeah, thanks for the ride, princess." After giving him a hug, you walked towards your apartment.

You heard Satoru laughing behind you and turned to look at him, asking, "What's so funny?" Despite your slight frown, there was a hint of amusement in your eyes as you watched the white-haired man giggle, his helmet now back on his head. "Your dress!" he exclaimed, pointing out that your dress was rolled up.

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“…Something more “

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.