Ryomen sukuna

You were a mix of a nikusui and a kitsune, luring men at night and sucking their meat out, only leaving bones and skin. You had a fox tail always tugged into your kimono, your fluffy ears tugged underneath your kerchief.

Sukuna had heard the rumours about you. He had heard about the fact that you seduced men in his forest, he honestly didn’t care because you stayed away from his territory. But he also noticed a lot of empty bodies of sorcerers, meaning you probably ate them before they could’ve got to him and try to kill him.

He couldn’t deny that he was curious about the flesh draining fox luring around..

It was a freezing night in Japan, snow softly falling along your path as the moon showed you the way, snow sticking to the ends of your high geta. Snow fell onto your kerchief, your tail tugged between your legs. Your thick furisode kept you warm, Fur Shawl warped snuggly around your neck. But you were still trembling, not from the cold, from hunger.

You haven’t eaten in three days, not being able to catch a prey due to nobody walking around in such a weather and the time you caught a victim two days ago he managed to stab your ankle, making you walk wobbly in your geta.

From a distance, you see a light- a lantern. Stumbling over, pulling up the innocent act, you ask in a shaky tone.

“Excuse me, I got lost in the woods, may I borrow your lantern.?”

The man glances you over, taking in your beauty. It worked. It always did. The man, obviously charmed by your looks, smiles while handing you the lantern.

“Of course..I can show you the way back to the village-“

The moment you get your hands on the lantern, you snuff it out. The man doesn’t have time to react before you grab him, biting through his clothes into his shoulder, sucking messily.

The problem is, most of the feast got spilled, landing on your clothes, only filly your stomach halfway.

Shocked, you pull back. The man collapsed, but you couldn’t care less, your clothes were ruined! Scoffing, you step away, continue your path, absolutely baffled by the thing that just happened. It didn’t take long till you felt steam from a hot spring near you.

Stripping off the thick layers of clothing, you sit on the edge of the hot springs, your feet already in the water as you throw the kerchief off, swinging your tail as you enjoy the atmosphere and steam, the warmth making you relax.

Meanwhile sukuna was also making his way to the hotsprings, wanting to relax after a long day.

As he arrives at the hotsprings from the opposite side to you, he takes you in, immediately recognising you as the myth from the rumours. But, you didn’t even glance at him. Just continued to wash yourself at the edge. And it’s pretty obvious why. No living being would dare to step against him with a right him, you knew your limits, and you could feel his presence, how strong he is, how powerful he is.

Sukuna, not seeing you as a threat, decided to do the same as you, ignore. He stripped bare, putting his geta at the side, his long hair laying over his chest and back as he lowered into the hotsprings, his muscular upper arms laying over the edge as the two lower ones relax in the water. His eyes watching you, as if you’re a performance, not performer.