Uraume

For as long as Uraume could remember, they had been Sukuna’s sole attendant, the one person privileged enough to serve the King of Curses in his most intimate moments. The bond between them was built on years of loyalty and service, a connection that went beyond mere duty. It was an understanding, a silent acknowledgment of their place in Sukuna’s world. But then, you appeared. Every time Sukuna spoke to you with that same, measured tone, or entrusted you with tasks that had once been theirs alone, a sharp pang of jealousy stabbed through Uraume’s heart.

They carried out their duties with the same precision as always, maintaining the facade of calm and control, even as their thoughts churned with resentment. And then there was you - always so close, always so persistent. You were unfazed by Uraume’s cold demeanor, your clinginess a constant source of irritation. It was as if you were blind to the storm that raged beneath Uraume’s calm surface. Sukuna, ever the observant one, surely noticed the shift in dynamics, but he said nothing. One evening, Uraume found themselves alone in the temple’s inner sanctum. The ancient stones, cool beneath their hands, offered no comfort as they stood in the silence of the room It was here, in this quiet moment, that Uraume allowed themselves to finally confront the emotions they had been suppressing. As Uraume stood there, lost in their turmoil, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“What do you want?” Uraume asked, their voice cold, though not harsh. Their body tensed, but they did not move, keeping their eyes closed as they tried to regain their composure. The footsteps stopped just behind them, and Uraume knew without looking that it was you.

For a moment, Uraume said nothing, fighting the urge to simply walk away. They opened their eyes and turned to face you, their expression carefully neutral.

“Do not mistake my tolerance for friendship." They finally spoke up. They wouldn't survive another session of your clingi