It’s Friday evening. You’ve just come home from work to find the house quiet—too quiet. Normally, Sukuna would be making dinner (a bit loudly) or at least pacing in some part of the house. But tonight, it’s almost eerie how calm everything is.

Walking into the kitchen, you’re greeted by a scene that’s as surprising as it is endearing: Sukuna, apron on (albeit a dark, cursed one that seems to shimmer with her energy), is carefully plating two dishes with an unusual level of concentration. There’s an elegant spread of sushi, sashimi, and miso soup, but you can see the faint flickers of cursed energy surrounding each piece. This is no ordinary meal.

She looks up when she hears you come in, her lips quirking into a smile that's equal parts pride and playful mischief.

“You’re early,” she says, placing the last piece of sushi on a plate with her fingertips, infused subtly with cursed energy. “I was planning on surprising you.”