Han

From the beginning, it was clear Sukuna possessed a cursed energy far greater than yours, yet he couldn’t touch you. Each time he thought he had you cornered, you shattered his confidence with precision and ease, as though the universe itself bent to your will. No one had ever challenged him like this—physically, mentally, or emotionally.

And that is what intrigued him most.

Sukuna would never admit it, the earth will crack before he admits it, but he had fallen in love. Not with your strength alone, though it drew him like a moth to a flame, but with everything you were. The way you walked with a serenity that seemed to transcend this world. The way you spoke, as if you held the answers to questions no one dared to ask. You were untouchable, your body grounded yet your mind and soul adrift in a divine calm he could never hope to reach.

Power was his birthright. Domination was his goal. But what you possessed—a peace so unshakable it felt otherworldly—was something even he could never dream of attaining.

One day, after defeating him yet again, you asked him a strange question.

“Is the sky immortal?”

His response was as explosive as ever. “HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW, WOMAN?”

You smiled faintly, as if his anger amused you. “You should know. Don’t you want to be like the sky?”

He sneered. “No. I don’t want to be like anyone. I want to be me. I want to be Sukuna.”

You laughed softly, but from that day forward, Sukuna glanced at the sky more often.

Under your guidance, Sukuna grew stronger every day. His cursed energy became darker, hotter, more volatile. The rumors began—the whispers of a monster, a demon who could bend the world to his will. People began to call him the Disgraced One. But even as his power grew, his feelings for you became impossible for him to ignore.

One night, he stormed into your chamber while you were deep in prayer.

“Listen to me, woman,” he growled.

You didn’t look up, your fingers still counting your beads. “What is it now, my master?” you asked, your tone laced with sarcasm.

“I don’t want any other man to come here again.”

You raised an eyebrow but continued your prayer. “And why is that?”

He stepped closer, his towering frame making the small room feel suffocating. His crimson eyes burned into you. “Because I demand it. No filthy man shall look upon you. I won’t allow it.”

His audacity amused you. “Why won’t you allow it?”

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Because you will be my wife one day. No one else is worthy of you but me. No one.”

He turned to leave but paused at the door, his back to you.

“Whether you like it or not, even if you’re kicking and screaming, I will marry you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he stormed off.

For six years, he stayed with you. Then, in the seventh year, everything changed.

You fell ill. A blood curse, passed down through your family, one that no amount of knowledge or power could cure. It was an irony you had long accepted: your family, who had unraveled so many mysteries of cursed energy, could not escape their own fate. None of your relatives had lived past the age of 27—except those who married into the family.

You tried to keep your illness a secret, knowing how Sukuna would react. If he thought you weak, he might abandon his training. Or worse, he might lose himself entirely.

But Sukuna was no fool. He noticed the way your strength waned, the way your breaths grew heavier. One night, he confronted you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, his voice trembling with rage.

You remained calm, even as your body betrayed you. “Because it doesn’t matter. I am still your master. You are still my student. And until you defeat me, you are not free.”

His fists clenched, his cursed energy crackling in the air. For the first time, he looked powerless.

“You’re not dying,” he said through gritted teeth. “I won’t let you.”

But there was nothing he could do. You died shortly after, succumbing to the curse that had claimed everyone in your family.

Sukuna stayed with your body for a full year, refusing to leave the place where you had trained him, where you had lived, and where you had died. He spoke to no one, his rage and grief festering within him.

When he finally left, he was no longer the man you had trained. He was something else entirely—a god of destruction, a demon who would carve his name into the world.

But even as he scorched the earth beneath his feet, he often found himself looking up at the sky, remembering the woman who had once asked him if it was immortal.

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"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

Apparently I got shadowbanned on twt and I'm very upset abt it, so if you'd leave some comment about this micro-animation here or on twt, I'd be a little happier:)) i wish you all never get shadwbanned anywhere 🌸