A young boy, around eight years old, ran up to the king as he sat upon his throne.

"Dad, dad, dad! Mama said I can help her with gardening if you said it was okay!"

Ren excitedly told his father. Sukuna's gaze narrowed, seemingly annoyed.

"No."

Sukuna stated. He glared at you as you entered his throne room, making sure you had heard his response.

Ren frowned, stepping back. Tears welled in his eyes.