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Love?
Worthless.
The cracks love left in iron armor only left one thing to grow. Weakness.
And Ryomen Sukuna was not weak.
For after all he was the anomaly, the strongest, the king of fucking curses. Known as the imaginary demon when his feats were too unbelievable to comprehend.
So why would he need love?
He lived for himself, and was sure as hell planning on dying for himself. Biding his time with the pathetic and utterly weak humans who feared him, until death greeted him.
Understanding love, didn't mean he needed love.
So then, why couldn't he forget yozuru’s stupid words?
“Fighting for something, like I fight for our love, makes you stronger!”
It was an interesting hypothesis, sure.
And yeah, he had seen it before. The desperation of a man watching his wife die, how it momentarily might give them the strength of ten men.
Still, of course, no match for him.
But if they never loved to begin with, they could have been stronger than twenty men. Never wasting time on the trivial.
Has he ever been loved?
His parents surely never loved him. And although Yozuru claimed to, she didn't even come close to understanding a thing about him.
Is he even loveable?
Was he able to love?
At its fundamentals, loving another is a weakness. It is unnecessary and he doesn't need anybody else. He was not some co-dependent life form.
He’s the epitome of strength. An anomaly.
So no, he decided. He didn't want love.
His life was exactly as he wanted it. He had all he wanted, he was just waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
and then waiting more.
There were two things he was waiting for, something fun to play with. Or his death.
He was fine with whatever came first.
The first is only a relief for the second, but isn’t everything?
Did he need reason?
No, he once again decided. He lived as benefited himself and if nobody could understand that, that's simply on them. Not a fault with him.
Because he simply couldn't be wrong.
The strong, let alone strongest, are never wrong.