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Sukuna was troubled. He didn't know when he'd gotten attached to his new vessel, but it somehow happened.
Over the past few months, he couldn't help but notice how entirely foolish his vessel was and often wondered if the kid had a death wish for all the reckless decisions he'd made.
Sighing, he stood up from his throne and observed the world outside quietly.
Blue. That's all he saw. The blue waves gently go back and forth, caressing the white sand. The gentle sky reflects the colour of the ocean, wide and everlasting. The blue eyes of the— Wait, was that the sorcerer brat?
Tch. It was.
For all his, newly developed, fondness directed at his vessel, he can't help but wonder why the kid had an infatuation with the overgrown child.
Gojou Satoru was a menace. A pest. An annoyance. But he saved his vessel too many times now that he can't help but grudgingly respect him. But surely the kid had better standards… Right?
Annoyed, Sukuna went back to his throne and boredly observed his domain. His malevolent shrine was the same as always. Red cloudy skies with undertones of black akin to blood, eerie emerald hued liquid that was meant to be the floor, and his throne of bones.
Sukuna grumbled slightly. It was almost Christmas, the foolish holiday that humans have been celebrating for a long time now. It was supposed to be festive, and yet, pray tell, why was he watching his kid get pummeled by some weakling curse?
For all Sukuna's annoyance, he honestly would like for a day where the kid didn't have to get himself in trouble but alas. It apparently was too much for the universe to let the kid have a break.
Honestly, at this point, even Sukuna was tired of the constant trouble his vessel found himself in… It also doesn't help that with said trouble, an annoyance will always come along.
Tiredly glancing outside the mindscape, it seems that the pest came to the rescue again. Can he not be any more obvious?
To Sukuna's annoyance and amusement, the past few months it seemed that his vessel managed to grab the sorcerer brat's attention… And not in the way that he liked. The annoyance managed to somehow make his life a living hell inside his vessel through his constant pinning over his kid.
Blinking, he didn't notice when his kid and the brat finally got out of the curse's domain until he saw the first rainfall of snow.
Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he felt uneasy with the situation, he didn't know why but his gut was telling him that he wasn't gonna like what was gonna happen.
He was right.
Jaw tensing and eyes darkening, Sukuna wanted to break out of his domain to pummel the sorcerer kissing his kid. He didn't want to see what was happening, but he can't just leave his kid to the wolf.
So he did the only thing he could manage at that time.
Morphing into his vessel's skin and biting the stupid sorcerer.
Sukuna grinned smugly, ignoring his kid's flustered self and the deadly glare of the sorcerer brat. No one can touch his kid under his watch.
Months later, Sukuna wondered if being whole was worth it.
He knew, in the back of his mind, that his kid was human. And that he was merely a vessel. That Sukuna would take over the kid's body in order to physically exist…
But he didn't expect it to be so soon.
Crouching down to the cluster of trinkets, a mockery of respect since the sorcerers couldn't get themselves their own gravestones built, he found the tattered uniform of his host.
He felt numb.
He knew what the outcome was supposed to be.
But he didn't expect that he'd dislike that it came so soon.
Quietly, he placed down a single gladiolus on top of the uniform.
Walking away from the mockery of a gravesite, he didn't look back. He had an empire to build, burn, and rule. But he didn't feel anything about it.
Because, while he was whole, his kid could never be ever again.