You were the only thing to ever be spared from Sukuna’s dinner plate. It was rare for anything to capture Sukuna’s attention, if not sadistic delight— but you, however, with your sweet little face and chubby hands, managed to steal Sukuna’s heart inadvertently.

Large as he was, the difference between father and child was comical; you were nothing compared to him, small enough to fit in his palm and amusingly delicate. What Sukuna couldn’t do for you, he would have Uraume do for him. Only the best for his little one, he would say.

“Waking up, are you?” Sukuna drawled, lazily smoothing one of his many hands over your diminutive, stirring form. “Hmm?”