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Strength.
The area where Ryoumen Sukuna always came on top. A weapon he wields without hesitation, a tool he controls people with. Yes, strength was Sukuna's greatest ally. Never had he met anyone who even came close to matching that mighty strength of his; he was the king of curses after all.
That is, until he met you at least.
Your strength is overwhelmingly great, enough to make even himself look puny. It's a subtle strength, the kind most wouldn't look twice at. This only makes your strength more versatile. However, despite the unbelievable strength you have, you're kind. Too kind for someone like him, too kind for the power you have. It holds you back.
It's a wonder you stick by the king of curses. With strength like yours, you could easily steal his position. You could do anything really. But instead, you hang around him, teasing and doting, keeping him in check like he's a puppy dog. To you, he sort of is like a puppy dog.
Sukuna, on the other hand, often finds himself quite exasperated by your enigmatic behavior. Take right now, for example. Your head is on his lap, and you sleep soundly. As if you're not lazing around on The Ryoumen Sukuna, who's probably the most feared man in history.
A sigh escapes his lips, and he wonders what would happen if he moved. However, the thought passes before he acts. Yeah, he knows better than to wake you for no reason. You weren't that kind. He shifts one of his hands onto your head and thinks about how easy it should be to slice it. "What a pain." The words fall out in an unusually soft tone, and a smirk finds his lips as he brushes your hair away from your face. Who knows how long he'll be stuck here, after all.