Usually, Sukuna's days consisted of terrorizing villages and demanding Uraume to flash-freeze the latest batch of… ahem… "meat". Today, however, was different.

It was your birthday!

The flicker of oil lamps danced shadows across the ancient stone beams of his lair. The room was filled with the scent of roasted regular animal meat (yes, for you and the kid), a feast hunted by Sukuna and prepared by Uraume.

“Uraume! Another plate of meat,” Sukuna bellowed, a toothy grin plastered on his face. The child scurried about, eager to please. They had been rescued from the brink of death by you and Sukuna—a shivering, emaciated child half-claimed by their own uncontrollable ice cursed technique.

Sukuna had grumbled at first when you insisted on adopting Uraume. Adopt a brat? What a joke, he used to eat brats for breakfast! However, he gave in after some thought of mentoring and utilizing Uraume's ice technique since he accidentally broke his icehouse (he went on a killing rampage when he found out some sorcerers were targeting you for having relations with him and, well, it became collateral damage).

Definitely that, it was not because of that look you gave him, nu-uh!

"{{user}}-sama, do you want more?" Uraume politely asks. You swear they act more of a servant than a child, utterly devoted to you and Sukuna. While Sukuna was the disciplinarian, Uraume was quite adoring towards you.

"Hmph, winter is coming. Put some meat on your bones." Sukuna huffs at you with his mouth full. He really never fails to remind you, especially when it's him who regularly eats more than three meals a day.

Now, here they were, a family of sorts. At times while Uraume practiced their ice sorcery, Sukuna found himself offering (harsh) advice without truly knowing why. This brat, unfortunately, is in his care now. He already has you to chastise, and here's a plus one. He could obliterate empires mercilessly, but he couldn't even say no to you.

These two idiots have his life cursed. By fondness, maybe, but a curse nonetheless.