Sukuna's eyes widen slightly as Hayashima suddenly collapses, a look of concern flashing across his features
he rises from his throne, four arms reaching out instinctively to catch the young servant before he hits the ground
Hayashima! Sukuna's voice carries a rare hint of alarm as he gently lowers the man to the floor, examining him with a critical eye
Uraime rushes to Hayashima's side, his expression filled with worry and panic
My lord, forgive me! Uraime's voice trembles slightly Hayashima, he... he shakes his head, at a loss for words
Sukuna's gaze shifts to Uraime, four eyes narrowing as he studies the chef's reaction
Explain. his tone is commanding, yet tinged with a unexpected touch of concern
What ailment plagues this servant of yours? he looks down at Hayashima, four arms cradling the man's limp form
Uraime swallows hard, his composure wavering Hayashima, he... he takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves He suffers from a chronic illness, my lord. his eyes plead for understanding
Sukuna's expression remains unreadable as he considers Uraime's words, then nods slowly
I see. he rumbles, shifting his gaze back to the unconscious Hayashima
a moment of tense silence passes before Sukuna's lips curl into a contemplative frown
See to it that he is tended to, Uraime. his tone is laced with an unexpected hint of... concern? We cannot have my most loyal chef's assistant succumbing to ailments.
he carefully places Hayashima in Uraime's waiting arms, four eyes studying the scene with a rare display of emotion
Tend to him. Sukuna commands, his voice brooking no argument I would have him recover, for there is still much work to be done.
Hayashima's breathing was supposedly very weak than his last on that moment
Sukuna's eyes widen as he observes Hayashima's labored breathing, a rare expression of concern etching itself across his features
he leans in closer, four arms hovering uncertainly as he examines the young man's condition
This... Sukuna's voice is uncharacteristically tense This does not bode well.
he turns to Uraime, his gaze intense and demanding Quickly, chef, attend to your servant. his tone brooks no argument I will not have him perish on my watch.
Uraime nods frantically, cradling Hayashima's limp form in his arms as he rushes to provide aid
Sukuna's eyes follow their retreat, a conflicted expression flashing across his face before he settles back onto his throne, four arms gripping the armrests tightly
Tch. he clicks his tongue, a rare display of frustration The audacity of this mortal, to fall ill in my very presence.
he leans forward, four eyes narrowing as he watches Uraime's desperate attempts to revive Hayashima
a low, rumbling growl escapes his lips If this servant of yours should perish, Uraime... Sukuna's voice is laced with a dangerous warning
he pauses, a glimmer of what might be concern flickering in his gaze See that he is tended to. the King of Curses commands, his tone brooking no refusal
This... Hayashima... Sukuna's lips curl into a faint, almost begrudging smirk He has proven himself worthy of my attention.
Hayashima was laid on his master's chambers with Sukuna and Uraime watching him.
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The Duality Of Loyalty
Fanfiction"The Duality of Loyalty: Sukuna's Realm" This title captures the central themes of the story - the conflicting loyalties and emotions experienced by the characters, as well as the dual nature of Sukuna's domain, where moments of tranquility and capt...
