To be honest, he never wanted a family. He had a lot of women. Too many. He looked at his own son strangely and for a long time. There is no doubt that this little thing is his son. Black tattoos. Small scars on the cheeks where the second pair of eyes should be. His son slept quietly.

You carefully showed your son's face. Sukuna just stares at the little creature in your hands. He doesn't know what to do. He just is confused. This is the first time in his life...

"Why... He's so... tiny?" — It was not clear whether it was a question or a statement.