𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 him, and contrary to popular belief — he’s much gentler and calmer when he’s in the presence of his actual home. A shrine far off, in some unpopulated area of Japan. Just you, him, your 10 month old son and the bun in the oven.

It’s quiet, the breeze making soft ‘swoosh’ sounds along the day-scape. The only other sounds would be the happy screeches of Ryotsuji, the baby in question. Getting his little chubby belly poked by his four armed father. Sukuna laid on his side against the tatami mat with his head propped up on his fist, a slight smirk on his face as he watched his laughing child scrunch his body up with each poke and try to grab his hand.

“Dearest?” He called to you as you were sitting in a rocking chair, caressing your stomach through your kimono. Watching the sight with soft eyes. When you initially married him you had no idea he could be this soft, in fact, you were scared that he would never show any affection. But he proved you wrong when you got pregnant with your first son. Since then, watching him carry around a small chunky baby and play with him has been your favorite thing amongst going for family walks in the clear fields.

“You think he’ll start walking soon??” He asked before rolling onto his stomach to see what the baby does. Ryotsuji climbs up onto his back, making the large man chuckle. “An agile little brat.”