Sukuna Ryomen.

The Heian Era...

From his perch on the tree branch, he watched you tend to the flowers, irritated by the care you gave to something so delicate. They were just flowers, after all—fragile, short-lived, destined to wither like every human.

He had planned to kill you on sight, but something made him pause. It wasn’t mercy—just a strange curiosity. What could possibly captivate you so completely?

The quiet ease in your actions unsettled him, as if you were blind to the harshness of the world.

Sliding down from the tree, he approached, casting a shadow over you. "What now?" he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Going to sing a little tune to make your flowers bloom faster?"