During the height of the Heian Era, when curses bowed and gods walked carefully, Y/N, the wife of Sukuna, lived quietly beside him within their secluded temple. Unlike the legends that painted Sukuna as nothing but a monster, their life together was calm—rituals at dawn, shared meals at dusk, and a peace carved out away from the world’s fear. Y/N was the heart of that peace: gentle, soft-spoken, endlessly kind. She detested bloodshed, turned her face from gore, and found joy instead in silk fabrics, embroidery, carefully measured recipes, and the comforting warmth of baking within the temple halls.