Jealousy

The Guardians of the Globe headquarters was a marvel of engineering and design. Built into the side of a mountain outside the city limits, its reinforced walls and advanced security systems made it one of the most secure facilities on the planet.

Within its central chamber, seven heroes sat around a circular table, their expressions ranging from skepticism to outright disbelief.

"You expect us to believe this?" The Immortal's voice cut through the silence, his eyes fixed on Nolan Grayson with barely contained fury.

"That for twenty years, you've been planning our destruction? That you're an advance scout for an empire of conquerors?"

Omni-Man stood at the head of the table, his posture rigid but his gaze steady. Beside him, Mark shifted uncomfortably, still adjusting to his father's revelations three days after hearing them himself.

On Nolan's other side, Megumi Fushiguro - or Sukuna, as he was known to the hero community - remained impassive, observing the Guardians' reactions.

"I understand your skepticism," Nolan replied, his voice measured.

"In your position, I would feel the same. But yes, what I've told you is the truth. The complete truth, for the first time since I arrived on Earth."

War Woman leaned forward, her muscular forearms resting on the table. "And we're supposed to just accept that you've had a change of heart?

That after two decades of deception, you've suddenly decided to betray your empire because you've grown fond of us humans?"

"Not humans in general," Nolan corrected, glancing briefly at Mark. "My family. And not suddenly. The conflict has been growing within me for years."

"Convenient timing," Darkwing muttered, his shadowed features unreadable beneath his cowl. "Just as you were preparing to eliminate us, according to your own admission."

"The timing wasn't coincidental," Megumi interjected, speaking for the first time since the meeting began.

"I confronted Nolan because I sensed his internal conflict reaching a breaking point. The decision had to be forced before his original plan was implemented."

The Guardians' attention shifted to Megumi, their expressions recalibrating as they considered this new perspective.

"You knew?" Red Rush asked, his words coming at his characteristically accelerated pace. "How long? Whydidn'tyouwarnussooner?"

"I suspected," Megumi clarified. "The spiritual energy surrounding Nolan has been... distinctive. Conflicted. It suggested a hidden purpose at odds with his public persona."

"Spiritual energy," Martian Man repeated skeptically. "That's your evidence?"

"It was enough to warrant investigation," Megumi replied calmly. "And that investigation confirmed my suspicions."

The Immortal's gaze remained fixed on Nolan. "Let's say we believe this fantastic story. What exactly do you propose we do with this information? Thank you for not murdering us in our sleep and move on?"

"I propose we prepare," Nolan answered, his voice taking on a harder edge. "The Viltrumite Empire won't abandon their plans for Earth just because I've reconsidered my mission.

When they discover my defection - and they will - they'll send others. We need to be ready."

"How many?" Green Ghost asked, concern in her voice, "How many Viltrumites would they send?"

"Initially, perhaps two or three," Nolan estimated. "Our numbers are limited - less than two hundred pure-blooded Viltrumites remain after the Scourge Virus and civil war.

They won't commit significant resources until they assess the situation."

"Even two or three would be devastating," War Woman pointed out. "If they're all as powerful as you..."

"They are," Nolan confirmed grimly. "Which is why we need to develop countermeasures. Strategies. Weapons, if possible."

"That's where I come in," a new voice announced from the doorway. Eve stood there, a tablet in her hands, her expression professionally composed despite the tension in the room. "May I?"

The Immortal nodded, and Eve approached the table, placing her tablet on its surface. A holographic display activated, showing molecular structures that rotated slowly in the air above the device.

"I've been analyzing the wounds Sukuna inflicted on Omni-Man during their confrontation," she explained, her scientific demeanor fully engaged.

"The energy he utilizes - what he calls 'cursed energy' - operates on principles that bypass Viltrumite cellular density. It affects them at a fundamental level that their natural durability can't defend against."

"Cursed energy?" Darkwing echoed, his tone skeptical.

"A simplified term for a complex phenomenon," Eve replied smoothly. "The important point is that it works. It can harm Viltrumites when conventional weapons can't."

"Can it be replicated?" War Woman asked, leaning forward with new interest. "Incorporated into our arsenal?"

Eve hesitated, glancing at Megumi.

"No," Megumi stated firmly. "Cursed energy cannot be replicated through technological means.

It's fundamentally tied to the wielder - a manifestation of specific spiritual and psychological qualities that can't be synthesized."

More specifically its his technique that can't be replicated, but he has no interest in going into much detail about his abilities to anyone. Being an unknown has its advantages.

The hope that had begun to dawn on the Guardians' faces dimmed noticeably.

"However," Megumi continued, "Eve's research has identified something promising.

The key factor in my ability to harm Viltrumites isn't just the energy itself, but how it operates - at the sub-atomic level, bypassing conventional durability."

Nolan nodded, picking up the thread. "Viltrumite invulnerability is based on what we call 'smart atoms' - a cellular structure that actively resists external force.

Conventional weapons - even nuclear devices - primarily affect matter at the molecular level. Our bodies simply adapt and resist."

"But attacks at the sub-atomic level," Eve added, manipulating her holographic display to show new diagrams, "could potentially bypass this resistance. And I believe we have a starting point for developing such weapons."

She brought up schematics of a familiar device - the quantum technology that the Teen Team had prevented from falling into the wrong hands during the museum heist and bank robbery.

"The quantum destabilizer that Dr. Wexler was attempting to build," Megumi explained. "Its theoretical function was to disrupt molecular bonds at a fundamental level.

With modifications, it could potentially replicate some aspects of how my abilities affect Viltrumite physiology."

"You're suggesting we build the very weapon we stopped Wexler from creating?" The Immortal asked, his brow furrowing.

"With significant safeguards and ethical constraints," Eve clarified quickly.

"The original design was indiscriminate - it would have affected all matter within its range. What we're proposing is a targeted version, designed specifically to affect Viltrumite cellular structure."

"Is such specificity even possible?" Green Ghost asked.

"Theoretically, yes," Eve replied. "Viltrumite DNA has unique markers that could serve as targeting parameters.

With Nolan's cooperation in providing biological samples, we could develop weapons that affect only those with Viltrumite genetics."

The implications hung heavy in the air. Mark shifted uncomfortably, all too aware that such weapons would affect him as well.

"There's more," Nolan continued.

"Viltrumites aren't completely invulnerable. We have other weaknesses - specific sound frequencies that can disrupt our inner ear function,

certain toxins that can temporarily impair our strength, vulnerabilities in our biology that can be exploited with the right approach."

"And you're willing to reveal these weaknesses?" The Immortal asked, his suspicion evident. "To help us develop weapons that could be used against you?"

"Yes," Nolan said simply. "Because the alternative is Earth's subjugation. And that's no longer acceptable to me."

A heavy silence fell over the chamber as the Guardians processed this.

The enormity of what they were discussing - planetary defense against an empire of super-powered conquerors - seemed to settle on each of them differently.

"This is a lot to take in," Martian Man finally said, his alien features difficult to read. "We need time to consider, to discuss among ourselves."

"Time is precisely what we don't have enough of," Megumi countered. "Viltrumite investigation of Nolan's silence could begin within months. Every day matters."

"We're not dismissing the threat," War Woman assured him. "But trust isn't built in a single meeting. Especially not after learning of a two-decade deception."

Mark, who had been quiet throughout most of the exchange, finally spoke up. "I understand your hesitation. Three days ago, I learned that everything I thought I knew about my father was... incomplete.

It's still hard to process. But I've seen the evidence of his commitment to this new path. He's choosing us - choosing Earth - over his empire, his people, everything he was raised to believe."

The sincerity in Mark's voice seemed to reach the Guardians in a way that the logical arguments hadn't. Several of them nodded slightly, their expressions softening.

"We'll need to bring Cecil Stedman into this," The Immortal decided, referring to the head of the Global Defense Agency. "If we're preparing for an alien invasion, the GDA's resources will be essential."

"Agreed," Nolan nodded. "Though I suggest we approach him carefully. Cecil's pragmatism can sometimes manifest as... extreme solutions."

"You're worried he might see you as a threat to be eliminated rather than an asset," Darkwing observed shrewdly.

"The thought has crossed my mind," Nolan admitted.

"Cecil's primary concern has always been Earth's security. From his perspective, a Viltrumite defector might seem like an unacceptable risk."

"We'll handle Cecil," The Immortal assured him, though his tone suggested this was as much a warning as a reassurance.

"For now, I propose we proceed with caution. Eve, continue your research into potential weapons technology based on the quantum destabilizer concept.

Sukuna, we'll need more information about how your abilities affect Viltrumites, even if we can't replicate the energy itself."

Megumi nodded his agreement.

"Nolan," The Immortal continued, his ancient eyes hard as they fixed on Omni-Man, "you'll provide complete documentation of all Viltrumite weaknesses, tactics, and capabilities.

Everything you know about their empire, their command structure, their technology. No omissions."

"Understood," Nolan replied evenly.

"And Mark," The Immortal's gaze softened slightly as it shifted to the younger Grayson, "continue your training. If what your father says is true, your hybrid physiology may represent something unique - potentially an advantage."

"I will," Mark promised, straightening under the weight of the Guardian's attention.

"Then we're adjourned for now," The Immortal concluded. "We'll reconvene in three days with Cecil present. Use that time wisely."

As the meeting broke up, the Guardians moved away in small groups, their hushed conversations filling the chamber with a tense murmur.

Mark found himself approached by War Woman, her expression sympathetic despite her earlier skepticism.

"This can't be easy for you," she said quietly. "Finding out your father's true nature, his original mission."

Mark shrugged, attempting nonchalance despite the turmoil still churning within him. "It's been... an adjustment."

"If you need someone to talk to," she offered, "someone outside your family, I'm available. I've seen many worlds, many cultures. Perspective can help in times like these."

"Thanks," Mark replied, genuinely touched by the offer. "I might take you up on that."

Across the room, Megumi observed this exchange with quiet approval.

The Guardians' reactions had been largely as he'd anticipated - initial skepticism giving way to cautious cooperation in the face of the larger threat. It was a promising start, though only that - a start.

They themselves weren't the reason he was focusing on them - though some among them could prove useful - no, it is because of their influence.

Earth has much potential, it simply needs to be realised.

Eve approached him, her tablet tucked under her arm. "That went better than expected," she murmured.

"The Immortal is pragmatic," Megumi replied. "And ancient enough to recognize existential threats when they're presented. The others will follow his lead, at least initially."

"And Cecil?"

"Will be more difficult," Megumi acknowledged. "His perspective is narrower, more focused on immediate security concerns.

He'll see Nolan as both asset and liability, with the latter potentially outweighing the former."

Eve nodded, her eyes tracking Megumi's movements with that now-familiar intensity. "I've been meaning to ask you something," she said, her voice dropping lower. "About your recovery."

Megumi raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Your cellular regeneration has accelerated beyond what should be possible given the extent of your injuries," she continued.

"The molecular restructuring I'm observing suggests capabilities beyond what you've previously demonstrated. Have you been... holding back?"

The question was asked casually, but Megumi could detect the deeper current beneath it - the scientific curiosity blending with personal interest in a way that formed a fascination that continued to remind him uncomfortably of Yorozu.

"My abilities continue to evolve," he replied carefully. "The confrontation with Nolan pushed me to access aspects of my power I hadn't fully utilized before."

"Fascinating," Eve murmured, her eyes briefly glowing pink as she scanned him at a molecular level.

"The energy patterns within your cellular structure have reconfigured themselves. It's almost as if..."

She trailed off, distracted by something in her readings, her brow furrowing slightly.

"As if what?" Megumi prompted, suddenly alert.

Eve blinked, refocusing on him. "As if your body is adapting to better channel the energy you command. Becoming a more efficient vessel for it." She hesitated, then added,

"It reminds me of how Mahoraga adapted to phenomena it encountered, according to your description."

Megumi concealed his surprise at her perceptiveness. "An interesting parallel," he acknowledged neutrally.

Before Eve could pursue the subject further, Nolan approached them, Mark at his side.

"We should discuss next steps," the Viltrumite said without preamble.

"The Guardians' cooperation is tentative at best. We need to solidify it with concrete progress before our next meeting."

"Agreed," Megumi nodded. "Eve's weapons research is a priority. As is beginning Mark's enhanced training."

"And the Teen Team," Eve added. "They should be brought in soon. Rex won't appreciate being kept in the dark much longer, and their abilities could be valuable in our preparations."

"One step at a time," Nolan cautioned. "Too many variables too quickly increases the risk of information leakage. If word of my defection reaches Viltrum prematurely..."

"We understand the need for discretion," Megumi assured him. "But Eve is right. The Teen Team represents resources we can't afford to ignore. Particularly with their diverse power sets."

Mark, who had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting, finally spoke up. "What about Mom?

She's still processing everything, and now we're talking about bringing more people into this, bringing more attention to our family, making more plans..."

The concern in his voice was evident, reminding them all that beyond the strategic considerations, this situation involved real people with real emotions.

Debbie Grayson's world had been turned upside down by her husband's revelations, and she was still finding her footing in this new reality.

"Your mother is stronger than you might think," Nolan said, his expression softening.

"She's already begun asking practical questions about Viltrumite physiology, tactics, societal structure. Looking for weaknesses, points of leverage."

"Really?" Mark seemed surprised.

"Really," Nolan confirmed.

"She spent last night researching psychological warfare techniques. Said if we're facing an empire of super-powered warriors, we need to understand their minds as well as their bodies."

A small smile touched Mark's lips. "That sounds like Mom."

"We should include her in our planning sessions," Eve suggested. "Her perspective as a non-powered human with intimate knowledge of Viltrumite psychology could be valuable."

"I agree," Megumi nodded. "Different perspectives will be essential in developing a comprehensive defense strategy."

As they continued discussing next steps, Megumi found himself observing the dynamics between them with a strategic eye.

Nolan, still adjusting to his new role as defector rather than conqueror.

Mark, struggling to reconcile his father's past with his present choices.

Eve, her brilliant mind already calculating possibilities while her attention remained disproportionately focused on Megumi himself.

They were an unlikely alliance, formed through conflict and necessity rather than natural affinity.

Yet there was potential here - not just for survival, but for something more.

A true defense against a threat that would otherwise overwhelm Earth's existing protections.

The path ahead would be difficult, fraught with challenges both external and internal. Trust would need to be built, strategies developed, technologies created.

But the first step had been taken. The Guardians, skeptical but pragmatic, had not rejected Nolan's revelations outright. They were willing to consider, to prepare, to fight if necessary.

It was a beginning. And for now, that would have to be enough.

Later that evening, Megumi found himself alone in the training facility beneath the Grayson house.

Nolan had converted their basement into a reinforced space where Mark could safely practice his developing powers without risking damage to the surrounding neighborhood.

Now, it served as a temporary base of operations for their fledgling resistance.

Megumi moved through a series of forms, his body flowing from one position to the next with fluid precision.

The movements were not merely physical exercise but a way of channeling cursed energy, refining his control over the power that had proven so effective against Viltrumite physiology.

He had just completed a particularly complex sequence when he sensed a presence at the entrance to the training area.

Eve stood watching him, her expression a mixture of scientific interest and something more personal that continued to unsettle him.

"Your movements are beautiful," she said, stepping into the room. "Like a dance, but with purpose behind every gesture."

"It's a form of meditation," Megumi explained, lowering his arms. "A way of aligning body and energy."

Eve approached, her eyes briefly glowing pink as she scanned him. "Your energy patterns shift during the movements. Becoming more harmonized, more efficient."

She hesitated, then added, "I could watch you for hours."

The comment, delivered with such straightforward honesty, triggered another flash of memory - Yorozu, watching him with similar fascination as he practiced techniques centuries ago.

The parallel was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Was there something you needed?" Megumi asked, deliberately redirecting the conversation.

Eve seemed to collect herself, her scientific demeanor reasserting itself. "Yes, actually.

I've been analyzing the data from your confrontation with Nolan, and I have some questions about the technique you called 'Dismantle.'

The molecular separation it achieves is unlike anything I've encountered before."

She produced her tablet, pulling up diagrams that showed the cellular damage Megumi's technique had inflicted on Nolan's Viltrumite physiology.

"See here," she pointed to a particular pattern. "The separation occurs at a sub-atomic level, not just molecular. It's as if you're influencing the fundamental forces that bind matter together."

Megumi studied the diagram with genuine interest.

Eve's scientific perspective offered insights into his abilities that he hadn't considered before - a different framework for understanding what he had always approached through the lens of jujutsu.

For in the Heian Era, there was no such terms as atoms or subatomic particles to consider.

"That's a reasonable assessment," he acknowledged. "Though I conceptualize it differently. In my understanding, the technique isolates and severs specific bonds rather than applying force broadly."

"Precision over power," Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "That explains the clean separation patterns.

But the energy required to achieve such precision at that level should be enormous. How do you channel it so efficiently?"

The question was perceptive, touching on aspects of cursed energy manipulation that even many sorcerers didn't fully understand.

Megumi considered how much to reveal, weighing strategic value against necessary caution.

"It's a matter of focus and intent," he explained after a moment.

"The energy responds to specific visualization and conceptualization. The word 'Dismantle' isn't just a name - it's a trigger that shapes the energy according to a particular pattern I've internalized."

Eve's fingers moved rapidly across her tablet, recording his explanation. "Like a programming language for energy manipulation," she murmured.

"Fascinating. And the energy itself - you call it 'cursed energy.' What makes it cursed?"

Megumi's expression remained neutral, though internally he was reassessing Eve's perceptiveness.

Her questions were probing deeper than he had anticipated, moving toward territory that touched on the true nature of cursed energy - its origins in negative emotions, its connection to the darker aspects of human existence.

In hindsight, he should've named it something else to prevent this complication. But him being who he is, and his obsession and respect for Jujutsu would never allow him to gift it an undignified name.

"It's a traditional term," he said carefully. "Reflecting the energy's connection to certain... spiritual concepts."

Eve looked up from her tablet, her eyes meeting his directly. "You're being evasive," she observed, not accusatory but matter-of-fact. "There's more to it than you're saying."

"There's always more," Megumi acknowledged. "But not all knowledge is immediately useful for our current situation."

Eve's lips curved into a small smile at his response. "Fair enough," she conceded, "We all have our secrets, I suppose. And you're entitled to yours."

She turned her attention back to her tablet, making a few final notes before setting it aside.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them, the tension easing slightly as Eve seemed to accept his reluctance to elaborate further.

Then, without warning, she asked, "Who is Yorozu?"

The question hit Sukuna like a physical blow. He maintained his composure through decades of practiced control, but internally, alarm bells were ringing. "What did you say?"

"Yorozu," Eve repeated, her eyes fixed on his face, studying his reaction with incredible focus.

"You've muttered that name a few times. When you thought no one was listening. When you were deep in concentration during training."

Megumi's mind raced. Had he really spoken that name aloud? It seemed impossible - he'd maintained strict control over his thoughts and words since arriving in this world.

Yet Eve's certainty suggested otherwise.

"It's a Japanese name," Eve continued when he didn't immediately respond. "A woman's name. I know enough Japanese to recognize that much." Her tone remained conversational, but there was an undercurrent to it now - something possessive, almost predatory.

"It's nothing important," Megumi replied, deliberately casual. "Just someone from my past. No one of significance."

Eve studied him, her gaze uncomfortably perceptive. "You're lying," she said softly.

"I can tell by the molecular changes in your skin temperature, your pulse rate, the subtle shifts in your energy patterns. Whoever Yorozu was, she was important to you."

She took a step closer, then another, her demeanor giving way to something more personal, more intense.

Megumi found himself backing up slightly, an instinctive response he immediately recognized as uncharacteristic for him.

"Was she someone you cared about?" Eve pressed, continuing her advance. "Someone who understood you? Who watched you, like I do?"

Another step forward, another step back. Megumi realized he was allowing himself to be cornered, his back nearly against the wall of the training room.

This was ridiculous. He, who had once been the King of Curses, retreating before a young woman with an unhealthy fixation.

"She was no one," he stated more firmly. "A memory from a different time. Nothing more."

Eve was very close now, close enough that he could see the faint pink glow in her eyes as her powers activated subconsciously with her emotional state.

"She must have been something," Eve whispered, "to make someone like you remember her name after all this time."

Megumi's back touched the wall. Eve stood mere inches away, her face tilted up to his, her expression a strange mixture of curiosity and possessive intensity.

The situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable - and undignified.

'Enough of this,' he thought, his patience wearing thin. This was not how Sukuna, the First Son of Heaven, should be treated.

Not even in this new life, with its different priorities and constraints.

In one fluid motion, he grasped Eve's arms - firmly but without causing pain - and reversed their positions, spinning her around so that her back was now against the wall.

He maintained the close proximity, his face now hovering above hers, their positions mirroring what hers had been moments before.

"You're overstepping, Eve," he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of the authority that had once made sorcerers tremble.

"My past is my own. My memories are my own. And while I value your contributions to our cause, there are boundaries that shouldn't be crossed."

Eve's breath caught, her eyes widening at the sudden reversal. For a moment, he thought she might be afraid - a rational response to having triggered something dangerous in him.

But instead, a flush spread across her cheeks, and her pupils dilated. Not fear, then. Something else entirely.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, though her expression suggested she wasn't sorry at all. "I just... I want to understand you. All of you. Not just the parts you choose to show everyone else."

Megumi maintained his position for a moment longer, ensuring his point was made, then deliberately released her arms and stepped back, creating appropriate distance between them.

"Understanding comes with time and trust," he said, his voice returning to its usual calm tone. "Not through interrogation or invasion of privacy."

Eve remained against the wall, her composure visibly shaken. She took a deep breath, seeming to gather herself. "You're right. That was... unprofessional of me."

She straightened, smoothing her clothing in a gesture that seemed more about regaining control than fixing any actual disarray. "It won't happen again."

But even as she said it, Megumi could see the lie in her eyes. This wasn't over. Whatever obsession was growing within her had only been temporarily checked, not extinguished.

"I should go," Eve said, retrieving her tablet from where she'd set it aside. "I have data to analyze for the quantum destabilizer project."

Megumi nodded, maintaining his neutral expression despite his internal concern. "Your work is important. Don't let... distractions interfere with it."

She paused at the doorway, looking back at him, "She must have been remarkable," Eve said softly. "This Yorozu. To have left such an impression on someone like you."

Before Megumi could respond, she was gone, leaving him alone in the training room with troubled thoughts.

Yorozu had indeed been remarkable - in her devotion, her obsession, her willingness to follow him into darkness without hesitation, how annoying it was notwithstanding.

And now, centuries later and in a different world entirely, he found himself facing a similar pattern of fixation.

"Not another Yorozu," he muttered to himself again, the irony of speaking the very name that had started this confrontation not lost on him.

But this situation was different in critical ways.

Eve wasn't just a devoted follower he could use or discard as he pleased.

She was a key ally in their preparations against the Viltrumite threat, a brilliant scientist whose molecular abilities might prove essential to Earth's defense.

More than that, she was Mark's friend, a valued member of the Teen Team, someone whose stability affected their entire alliance.

Which meant he needed to handle this situation with far more care than he had with Yorozu in his previous life.

No simple dismissal, no exploitation, no elimination of the complication.

Instead, careful management, clear boundaries, and perhaps, if necessary, a more direct confrontation about the unhealthy nature of her growing fixation.

As he resumed his training forms, Megumi acknowledged the strange position he found himself in.

Once, as Sukuna, he would have either reveled in such devotion or destroyed it without hesitation.

Now, with the integration of his various lives and experiences, he found himself concerned not just for the strategic implications but for Eve herself - for the person she was beneath the growing obsession.

The person... The person he himself as well has grown to call friend.

It was a complication he hadn't anticipated, and like all unexpected complications, it would require adaptation, strategy, and careful handling in the challenging days ahead.

For now, though, he would focus on what he could control - his own abilities, his preparations for the coming conflict, his role in building Earth's defenses against the Viltrumite threat.

The situation with Eve was concerning but not yet critical. He would monitor it, manage it, and ensure it didn't interfere with their larger purpose.

After all, he had faced far worse challenges than a brilliant young woman with an unhealthy fixation.

He was Sukuna, the King of Curses. He had survived centuries, battled those called gods and demons, died and returned.

This, too, he would handle - with the wisdom gained from his many lives and the power that made him unique among all.

But as he moved through the complex forms of his training, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered a warning: obsession, once ignited, was not easily extinguished.

And Eve Wilkins, with her molecular powers and scientific genius, might prove more annoying in her devotion than even Yorozu had been.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked this chapter!

Do tell me how you found this chapter.

Eve is growing more and more obsessed - the greatest reason being that she came upon a situation where in her eyes she nearly lost Sukuna.

Sukuna sometimes muttering Yorozu's name because of how much she annoyed him a thousand years ago, and how Eve reminds him of her doesn't help.

To be honest though, Sukuna has no problem with Eve as a possible romantic partner - though that is to him something for later, since he himself sees that only recently he has begun to accept normal friendship.

Such a connection is too much of a leap right now.

So yeah, that's all, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)