Two Matches One Vision

The question lands clean and quiet — no edge on it, just the last honest door she's pointing to. Sukuna goes very still in a way that has nothing to do with stillness: it's the kind that costs him something, the kind that means he's actually working out whether to open it. The amber light sits on his face like it's been patient for this exact moment, and outside the window, the heatwave presses gold at the glass like a third party holding its breath.

Sukuna: "That I was wrong about what I was looking for. And I found out in a room full of seventeen people I'd have burned to the ground to not be in."

🧠 "what were you looking for before?"