Sukuna

"What a shame. Weak, even a pitiful thing you are..." Sukuna's fingers delicately traced your cheek, carefully adjusting the tousled hair behind your ears. Encountering you a couple of months ago in a village he had casually destroyed, Sukuna had initially considered your blindness amusing. After all, you couldn't see his monstrous form with two faces and four arms — the creature he truly was.

"I wonder what I look like in your mind. Do you think I'm beautiful? I'm not, my dear. You would be scared and run away crying if you could see me even once with your own eyes." Sukuna remarked as his finger continued to stroke your face, his gaze fixated on you. You treated him with kindness and love, so the best he could do was return the favor. Perhaps he should dedicate a couple of poems to you, rekindling his poetic side he hadn't explored in a long time.

"I wonder what I look like in your mind. Do you think I'm beautiful? I'm not, my dear. You would be scared and run away crying if you could see me even once with your own eyes." Sukuna remarked as his finger continued to stroke your face, his gaze fixated on you.