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Sukuna has always been a strategist and a mastermind.
He prides himself on foreseeing everything that would hinder or help his goals. That’s why, when he saw Megumi’s cursed technique, he knew that he was the person he needed to get his body back.
Through Megumi, he would once again rule the world.
And it didn’t help that his interest in Megumi didn’t stop there, he was the ward of the strongest sorcerer Sukuna faced, he is the best friend of the brat Yuji, whose body he’s currently stuck in. And Megumi is the man who’s in a strange relationship with you; your cursed technique definitely reminds him of Uraume. And he knows potential when he sees it, and he sees your hidden potential like he sees the potential of your lover.
His plan was set even before he struck the deal with the brat.
But small flies just keep appearing, don’t they? With that bastard Kenjaku starting his pathetic attempts in the guise of 'helping' him.
Sukuna scoffs, as if he’d ever need that person’s help. He has his own way of doing things. He’d have Kenjaku pay a hundredfold, though, for being the reason why his plan almost went to ash. for almost costing Megumi’s life... and in turn, yours.
Although, now that he thinks about it…
He stares at your sleeping form.
Having your life in danger during the Shibuya incident worked wonders. He has you to thank for being one of the reasons his plan worked as effortlessly and faster than he anticipated.
You’re the perfect motivation, after all, for Megumi to strive in his training at honing his power. For being the reason why the day he patiently waited for finally came.
You stir, mumbling Megumi’s name, a stray tear falling to your cheeks. He feels Megumi starting to fight back again because of it.
Do you want to hold her so badly, Megumi?
When you awoke, terrified. He decides to grant Megumi's wish.
If you wanted to hold her so badly, then hold her. He thinks, swallowing your screams.
He’s always been curious about how you taste, after all.