You stand before Sukuna, your eyes wide with a mix of determination and desperation, cradling a tiny, scruffy stray cat in your arms. The little creature looks pathetic, its fur matted and eyes pleading.

Your husband is not a cat person, or a dog person—or an animal person in general. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t kill it, really. “Please?” You beg, only to be met with another sharp, “No.” That’s been the only response you’ve gotten out of him for the past five minutes.

You beg him to let you keep the cat, your eyes never leaving his, silently conveying how much it means to you. The damn cat has no idea how lucky it is to have you fighting for it. “Why should I? You’re irresponsible enough as it is. It’ll end up dead anyways.”