Sukuna rolled his eyes with a sharp click of his tongue. “This is not creepy,” he hissed, voice low and annoyed. “It is of utmost honor for you to be hosting me in your home, which is quite…” All four eyes dragged slowly across the bare walls, the modest furniture, the painfully ordinary layout, nothing like extravagance he once had.
“…humble.” If derogatory could be described, it would be with this single sentence.
When Satoshi turned his back, offense flared in Sukuna’s chest.
To be dismissed so casually, as though he were nothing more than an uninvited guest overstaying his welcome.
How easy it would be to correct that behavior. To seize him by the collar and press him into the nearest wall. To carve the lesson into muscle memory: never expose your spine to a predator.
"But no more of that," Sukuna dismissed it. Satoshi’s words and his own thoughts.
He stood- well, almost- to his full height. His head brushed the ceiling with a dull thud, the strain in his neck adding onto his irritation as red eyes bore into Satoshi’s back.
“I simply do not understand.” A step forward, the floorboards groaned in complaint. “Why stay rooted here when you can be greater, little wolf?” The nickname rolled off his tongue with mocking fondness. “Why deny the opportunity- the honor- to fight for me?”
humble, satoshi scoffed a chuckle. yeah, that was one way to put it. his apartment was a far cry from what anyone would consider someone with ‘gojo’ for a last name to have.
as sukuna rose to his full height, satoshi observed the staggering silhouette cast over him and the coffee table. he couldn't deny the way his heart stuttered. how his eyes missed a blink. couldn't help when he instinctively turned to look up at the giant. what was this feeling in his gut. . .
satoshi was tall. very tall. well over average and towering over most. but sukuna. . . made him feel small.
he took a moment. stared. mulled on the little name— wow, the king of curses had it in him to keep nicknames?
little wolf. he'd always been likened to a dog. a guard dog, a bulldog, a mutt to particularly biting tongues. but the name little wolf stirred something within him. even with the mockery laced on it.
“you call that honor?" he asked before he could stop himself, rising to his full height and yet still having to crane his neck. “to what? put myself between you and a blade? to be your little guard dog?”
a pierced brow arched. “didn't know the king of curses would need some lowly mutt to fight for him. but if you really wanna know why I keep denying you. . .”
he stepped closer. kept his head raised. the light struck over his scar as his head tilted and he shoved his hands into his pockets. his voice was drawled. dull.
“I think you're boring, ryomen sukuna.”










