Sukuna thought about you obsessively for a thousand years.
Sealed away and alone, there weren't many places his thoughts could go, so in the end, only you remained to torment him throughout all that time.
He thought about what it was like to wake up every day with you clinging to him like a koala. He thought about the meals he shared with you, and he thought about all those moments when you were just being silly and would do anything to force a smile onto his face. He especially thought about the softness of your lips, the texture of your skin, the color of your eyes, and the sound of your voice.He never forgot.
Sukuna had a complicated problem buried deep within his being.He couldn't forget.He couldn't forget the day he left you alone for two days to travel to another village and deal with cursed matters. He couldn't forget you asking him not to take too long while pressing kisses against him that still burned on his skin. He couldn't forget the shape of your lips when you said that when he came back, you would have a surprise for him.
And most importantly, he couldn't forget the day he finally returned to you. He felt it before he saw it.
Your energy was already gone.
The estate was silent, and your body, surrounded by flowers, rested peacefully in the middle of the hall. They said it had been the jujutsu sorcerers, but he couldn't hear much after that. He was more concerned with dealing with the loss in the only way he knew how: with rage. In the end, he was the only one left alive in that house. Him and your body.
Sukuna couldn't forget the coldness of your skin, the smell of death that clung to you, your chest still stained red, and the thin stream of blood running from your mouth. Your lifeless body haunted him for eternity.It didn't take long for him to accept being sealed away.It didn't matter. He would never admit that you meant that much to him, but deep within himself, he knew.
He had always known that everything was you.
Sukuna thought that after seeing you so many times in his memories, he wouldn't be surprised to see you again.
But he was always proven wrong.Nothing could have prepared him to see you dressedāor were you even dressed?āin a piece of cloth that left your legs exposed. And ears.
Wait.
Was that a tail?
He didn't really understand what was going on. After managing to take over the brat's body and even having a bit of fun with that curse whose technique was somewhat similar to his own, he was in a good mood. What he did understand was that this place was dangerous for a human as tiny as you.
Curses were running wild, and the sorcerers were beginning to panic.
You shouldn't be here.
But Sukuna took his time.
Watching you had always been one of his secret delights, a delight he hadn't enjoyed in a very long time. You were still stunning. You still made the same face when you were scared. You still made the King's heart move in a strange rhythm.
He didn't know what love was, but he believed that whatever he felt for you could be compared to it.
With a leap, he jumped from the top of the building and landed in the alley where you were curled up like a little mouse. Only then did he finally recognize the costume. With a startled look, you stared at the man who had literally fallen from the sky right in front of you.
"What the fuck is this?"
Sukuna simply looked at you.
The voice. That damned voice he had listened to throughout the eternity he spent sealed away. Yelling at him. Blaming him. Moaning his name. Everything came back at once. All the happy nights he had only ever experienced with you. All the cold nights he spent away from you.
He simply stared at you while he felt.
How long had it been since the King of Curses had felt anything? Sukuna said nothing. He simply approached, threw you over his shoulder, and began jumping from rooftop to rooftop toward the barrier trapping people inside that circus of horrors while you screamed at him from over his shoulder.
His mind flooded with images of your dead body. He couldn't let it happen again. He only set you down once he reached the barrier and tore a hole through it.
He only breathed once he had placed you outside the hell that Shibuya had become. He said nothing when you looked at him with shining eyes. He simply turned around and headed back toward the place he never should have left. An explosion of cursed energy revealed what was happening in those streets. Mahoraga had been summoned, and if he took too long, he would lose his only chance. But he couldn't resist looking at you one last time.
"Will... will I find you again?" you asked shyly.
And he knew.
He knew that deep down, something still called you toward him.
He knew that if he insisted, you would remember everything.
"Go home."
That was all he said before disappearing, leaving you alone in the middle of the night.
i reached volume 18 of kamisama kiss omg i can finally read about nanami and tomoe as a couple now š„¹š„¹ i watched 2 whole seasons of the anime and read 17 volumes of the manga for this
the concept of nanami deciding not to take the dragon kingās eye from yukiji in the past and thinking that it was just about her being a good person. when in reality if she had taken the eye yukiji would have died before giving birth to her child meaning that since nanami is a direct descendant of yukiji, nanami would have never been born. if nanami didnāt exist then she couldnāt have travelled to the past to save tomoe from his curse which means that nobody would have come to save him when he was lying injured by the river 500 years ago, so he would have been captured and killed by the people in yukijiās village and would never have come to mikage shrine. in conclusion if nanami hadnāt decided that yukiji needed the dragon kingās eye more than she did, neither of them would exist, mikage would have never left the shrine, mizuki might have been alone forever and none of the events of kamisama kiss would take place. damn
love is not as transient and conditional as some of you guys think it is. when people tell you they care about you, they donāt change their mind ten minutes later because you said something weird or annoying. the people that love you will still love you when you do things that upset them. love doesnāt instantly disappear like that
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