you were sukuna’s child. did he know? no.

it was a cold winter and you was getting some logs from the forest for your tiny house. since your mother died recently, you had to fend for yourself. as you was walking back, you bumped into a man with pink hair and the same markings as you. oddly, the man had two sets of eyes and arms. he noticed the markings on you and spoke.

“..who are you?”