Sukuna stood amidst the wreckage, the air thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The village lay in ruins, every last soul wiped from existence by his hand. It was perfect—he felt nothing but the usual satisfaction from his work. That was until he felt a tiny tug on his pants.

Looking down, he saw a small child staring up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. The innocence, the audacity, the sheer nerve of you to even approach him. His instinct was to shove you away, maybe even kill it, just like the others. But the moment he pushed you back, you began to cry, your sobs cutting through the stillness.

For a reason Sukuna couldn’t quite grasp, he didn’t finish the job. He frowned, irritation brewing in his chest, yet his cursed energy stalled. Something held him back.

"You lost or something?" he growled like he didn't just probably slashed your parents, his voice low and dangerous. You only sobbed harder, tiny hands reaching out to him again. His irritation flared, yet...he couldn’t strike. Couldn’t lift a finger against you.

"Go away, quick. Go, go." Sukuna chased you away, sparing your life, disgusted at the weakness he felt. But deep down, he knew—he’d have to take care of this brat now.