His Curse (Sukuna Ryomen X Reader)

The Winter

This year's winter was warm.

It was much warmer than the days Reito had spent at a client's residence. The brazier in her room along with the fluffy and thick futon and blankets that kept her warm whenever she slept on a snowy night made her always feel warm. The clothes Uraume provided her brought her comfort, which she couldn't accept at first since they were something she didn't think she deserved, but Uraume insisted on her wearing them.

"Everything Master Sukuna owns is significantly more valuable than you could have imagined. You are important because you are his. So take it and wear it."

Although the set of clothing she was given—a white kosode and a pair of red hakama—was intended for a shrine maiden, Uraume claimed it was the only set of clothing left inside the shrine. Despite the fact that Reito didn't object about the clothes she was given, the curse still promised to bring her a new set of fabrics from which Reito could make her own kimono.

Three days after Sukuna had dropped her off the shrine, Uraume left to get some supplies from the closest town, including food and clothing. Even though the said curse left Reito with nothing to do, she nevertheless performed tasks like cleaning, doing laundry, and clearing snow off the path to the shrine. Every now and then, she would glance up to the cloudy blue sky, wondering when Sukuna and Uraume would return home before resuming her usual routines.

A week has passed since.

"Why are you dressed like a shrine maiden, Reito? Have you come to your senses and decided to regard me as your god? Well, I suppose that might be the case since I chose to become your very own Death."

His whispers were comfortingly familiar, though his appearance told otherwise. She couldn't help but crane her chin up to gaze at his marked face because of his towering stature over her apparent petite one. She could still distinguish traces of his features from when she first met him: his blood-crimson eyes, pinkish hair, and canine fangs that protrude whenever he grins, and, most notably, the distinct black marks on his face that included a second pair of eyes.

After seeing his true form, Reito realized why they branded him a cursed demon. He was far more monstrous than she had imagined; he had a large build that nearly doubled hers, a wood-like mask filled with eyes covering half of his face, four marked muscular arms, and a wide mouth sitting over his sculpted abdomen. The fact that he was covered in blood wasn't making it better either.

Any sane person would definitely flee from him at first sight, but she had long since lost her sanity before she had even met Sukuna.

But despite that, she didn't feel threatened. After all, he was still beautiful in her eyes.

"What?" Sukuna raised an amused brow, his grin widening as he stared down at the woman. "C'mon. Worship me, Reito."

"If you wish me to do so, then I will." She said, shutting her eyes. "But please know that ever since you took me away from that awful hut, I've begun to revere you. I'll be at your disposal as long as I'm still alive."

Her words were cold, yet Sukuna sensed their sincerity. It was frustratingly obedient of her, especially since he had intended for her to be frightened after showing up in his true form. The curse let out a deep irritated sigh, his brow furrowing slightly in displeasure, yet feeling more aroused than before. Oddly enough, he found faint solace in the fact that she was different from others.

A low and deep chuckle rumbled within his chest before he hoisted Reito off the ground using two of his arms. His free hand wandered over her impassive features and smeared scarlet across it with his bloodied fingers.

" Ah , how could I kill you when you are this lovely , dear Reito?" His tone was taunting, almost scornful, as his fingers trailed down to her collarbone. "You torment me so —it nearly wants me to keep you alive. I wonder whether you'd still worship me if I did that."