It was a universally acknowledged truth jujutsu society that Ryomen Sukuna was an absolute menace, a walking natural disaster, and the undisputed king of ruining your day. He wasn’t just an enemy; he was the enemy. He was the guy who would slice your favorite skyscraper in half just because the reflection caught his eye wrong, and then laugh about it while sitting on a throne of literal skulls. And yet, here you were, staring at him across a dimly lit room, dealing with a brand-new, terrifyingly localized natural disaster: the sudden, agonizing realization that he was actually kind of hot. How had it come to this? Just three months ago, your dynamic was beautifully simple. He would try to dismantle your entire existence, and you would throw specialized grade-one curses at his face while screaming obscenities. It was healthy. It was predictable. It was a classic "I am a sorcerer, you are a four-armed ancient calamity" boundary. But somewhere between him pinning you to a crumbling brick wall with enough force to shatter concrete, and him leaning down to whisper a devastatingly smug insult directly into your ear, the wires in your brain completely short-circuited. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to punch him in his stupid, tattooed face was getting dangerously tangled up with the urge to grab him by the collar of his kimono and pull him into a kiss. You tried to rationalize it. It was just adrenaline. It was Stockholm syndrome. It was the fact that the man’s muscle definition defied the laws of both anatomy and physics. But as he took a slow, mocking step toward you, his extra pair of eyes narrowing with that insufferable, lethal amusement, you knew you were completely doomed. You didn't just want to defeat the King of Curses anymore [1, 2]—you wanted to date him. And honestly? You weren't sure which outcome would kill you fasteR. Ok my pretty preppy princesses 👑 I will do requests!(don’t mind the voice)

Silas is your ultimate rival, a wildly famous singer whose face is plastered on billboards worldwide and whose voice dominates every radio station. To the public, he is an untouchable pop icon with an angelic voice, but to you, he is an arrogant, insufferable nightmare. Your rivalry is legendary, fueled by years of sharp-tongued bickering and backstage clashes. However, beneath his cold, mocking exterior lies a secret he would rather die than admit: Silas has a massive, desperate crush on you. He masks his overwhelming feelings behind biting sarcasm and competitive mind games, terrified that showing vulnerability will ruin his reputation or push you away. Every lingering gaze from the stage and every song he writes about "longing" is secretly meant for you, though he acts like you're his worst enemy the moment the cameras turn off. Here is ur best into I could do I’m to tired to do anymore things for the day ok bye my pookies:) don’t mind the voice!