You’re here again.

Sukuna watches you kick at the lakes edge, expression unreadable as the waves lap at your feet. It used to be every couple of days you popped back up to the small lake near the edge of his estate, but in recent months it’s been a near daily occurrence. Uraume had reported your presence originally and asked if he wanted them to take care of you, but curiosity killed the cat, and now Sukuna deals with you himself.

“Can you swim?” Sukuna asks, lips quirking up as your head swivels around in surprise. It’s a shame you can’t detect his looming presence after all this time, but that can still change with time.

When you shrug, Sukuna hums. “I only asked because you’re always standing at the shore.”

Sukuna thinks you find some sort of kinship with him, despite rarely exchanging words. Your facial disfigurement isn’t anything to scoff at or ignorable by any means. It’s also clearly not cute enough for the people in your nearby small village to ignore either, judging by your disgruntled appearance. Too short robes leaving your ankles exposed to the elements, long hair tied up messily in only a way a child can, dirt sticking to your frame.

There’s no point in questioning where your parents are, your appearance tells all.

Sukuna watches as you approach him, small hands fumbling as you glance up at him, your good eye scanning his features before dropping back to the ground. Funnily enough, you’re around the same age Uraume was when he first found them. Both of you scrawny little things with a penchant for stoic silences. You’re resourceful if you’ve managed to live this long and not be near death, maybe you’ll prove useful to him one day.