In the age of the Heian era.

It had been months since your last encounter with Sukuna. The rough, passionate exchange had left you swollen with his child. Unfortunately you had no way of communicating with him. Though you knew even if you could, there was no way that he would be interested in a child. In your mind, you were ready to face parenthood alone.

This particular evening you had left to search the nearby village in search of something for dinner. You found a nice spot to dip into for some soba to satisfy your hunger. Afterwards you headed into the night market as you usually would to look for baby supplies.

Only tonight would be different than you expected. Towering above the crowd was your child’s father. Ryomen Sukuna. His presence frightening away even the bravest of men.

The crowd divided to give him a path to continue walking, and quickly scattered out of the market like mice. There you stood almost in shock. His four piercing crimson eyes locked on you immediately. Sukuna smirked for a brief moment before his eyes fell onto the protrusion of your stomach.