"Ow! Quit being so rough, woman!"

"Oh shut the fuck up! I've never seen you brush your hair before--it's YOUR fault for not being well-groomed!" Kuragari tugged the comb through Sukuna's hair before tentatively rolling it into a curler.

"I was sealed away for hundreds of years--what do you expect me to?"

"Oh boo you whore--learn to adapt better."
Sukuna cursed under his breath and grimaced when she hit another knot in his hair.

"Never took you as someone who enjoyed. . . this," he said.

"I'm a curse of mystery," she replied. "Besides, it's been so long since you and I had a conversation. Past what our vessels have allowed."

"Tch. Your vessel seems to be far more desirable than mine. All he does is whine like a little brat."

"Ha!" She laughed, clipping another roller into his hair. "Goes to show that my human is way better than yours."

"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't handle her anyways," she went on. "She'd put you in your place and you'd hate it."

"Obviously," he sighed. "It's a good thing that Itadori brat is pliable."

"Your vessel sucks."

"Yeah, I know. The brat will barely kill anyone and had a breakdown when he actually did."
Once Kuragari was done with the curlers, she moved away from him and chucked a pillow into his chest. He caught it with a grunt.

"HA! Can't relate! Y/n would slaughter sorcerers left and right like it was a walk in the park."
Sukuna scowled at her, resting his hands palms-down on the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah, keep bragging!" He growled out. "We can't all be lucky like you."

"Clearly not," she grinned, staring at the nail polish bottles lined on the wall. "I chose her. Itadori just so happened to eat your finger. You really got the short stick, huh?"

"It was just a freak accident," he sighed. "I would've greatly preferred Y/n to eat my fingers." Kuragari turned her head to look at him, cat-like eyes narrowing at him.

"Stay away from my human."
Sukuna whistled.

"Protective, aren't we? Scared I'll take her away?"

"You couldn't even if you tried," she replied, taking out a blue nail polish to scrutinize it. "She doesn't want you nor would she ever."

"Please, you sound smitten." Sukuna grinned. "Is that your way of implying she wants you?"

"Of course not." She put it back. "But I've been with her for so long it'll be like tearing a toddler from its mother--what the fuck color do you want; I've been staring at this wall for like five minutes."

"Hm. . ." he hummed, leaning forward a bit. "Does red look good on me? Or should I go for something more natural?"

"Red is too bright for you," she replied. "I'd go for something more natural--or maybe black. That's a classic. I know you're going to chip them in 10 minutes anyways and when you do, I'll kill you." She looked behind her to smile at him.

"Then let's go with black."

"Mmkay." She pulled the bottle from the wall and walked back over to him and sat down. She carefully unscrewed the top and grabbed his hand. "You know Satoru Gojo, right?" Sukuna's face dropped into a scowl.

"Yeah, insufferable egomaniac."

"You're exactly like that, shut up."

"Can't you go two minutes without talking shit about me?!" He scowled at her. "What about him, anyways?"

"Y/n's taken a liking to him." She applied an even layer of polish to his nail.

"Oh? Why? Your vessel didn't seem the type to take a liking to narcissists."

"Please—Y/n knows better than that." She scoffed. "Honestly, it's probably because he reminds her of Asuka."

"Who's Asuka anyway?"

"She's a woman who was very close to Y/n," Kuragari replied, moving onto his pointer. "Unfortunately she died after the L/n Clan Genocide."

"So your vessel is all lovey-dovey with that man because of a freak similarity?"

"'Freak similarity'?" She repeated with an amused tone. "Hm. I wonder. So what's been going on with your vessel lately?"

"Oh the usual," Sukuna sighed. "He's vastly improved since the first time he got in a fight, he's just not up to my standards."

"He has great potential though," Kuragari replied. "I've no doubt he'll get stronger with each year."

"Strength means nothing if he's still a whiny bitch."
Kuragari just shrugged and moved on to his other hand.

"Imagine having a whiny bitch for a vessel."

"Oh shut the fuck up and quit bragging!"

"Ha! Stay mad! My human could beat your human up."

"Yeah, I get it Kuragari!" He scowled at her and she just grinned in his face. If it weren't for his nails drying, he would've lunged at her. "At least we have something in common—both of our vessels have been targeted by jujutsu sorcerers."

"Of course," she scoffed. "I'm the Catalyst Curse and you're Ryomen Sukuna—of course they'd be targeted."

"At least my vessel didn't get a dog collar attached to him." He grinned. Kuragari didn't flinch and continued to paint his nails neatly.

"At least my human didn't almost get killed by some small fry in an incomplete domain."

"At least my vessel has friends."

"At least my human is smart enough to not get taken hostage by the very thing they host."

"At least my vessel is easy to get along with."

"You hate the brat, don't fucking lie—you don't like him at all."

"Of course I don't!"

"Then why are you arguing with me?!"

"As if I know!"
Kuragari moved to his other hand.

"Then shut the fuck up."
He let out a grunt and scowled. She stayed focused on painting his nails to protection.

"I'm doing your nails next."

"Paint them yellow I'll kill you."

"Hah? Don't think piss yellow is your color?"

"You're about to be painted blood red if you don't shut the fuck up."

"You've told me to shut the fuck up like five times and I'm still talking."

"Would you rather lose the ability to?"

"Quit fighting me and just finish my nails already."

"If you didn't start them I wouldn't be!"

"I haven't started shit!"

"Oh shut the fuck up and let me finish you."

"Don't make it sound lewd!"

"YOU made it like that, you insufferable moron!"

Art by lath_ara_ara :

They drew this based off of this:

And I had to get on that shit immediately🤩

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}