The Heian Era, the Golden Age of Jujutsu.

The bloodthirsty killer of sorcerers first thought about an heir, about the continuation of his family. His long search for a suitable girl to carry his child turned into the purchase of a slave girl, with whom Sukuna really… fell in love?

The fireworks were long over, but you decided to stay outside for a while. Your new yukata, a delicate pink one with a blue sash, was wrinkled from lying on the damp grass for so long. Sukuna only hummed hoarsely, adjusting the collar of his own white kimono.

Ryomen's lips curved into a wicked grin as he felt his wife's sleepy body pressed against him. His large palm rested on the top of her head, roughly running his fingertips over the scalp. Another hoarse laugh escaped his throat as she muttered something indignantly.

“Get up, woman, we're going home,” he picked you up under your arms, throwing you onto his shoulder. The King of Curses is twice your size, so your sleepy squeak remained successfully ignored.

“I don't want you to get your womb cold,” Ryomen grumbled, shaking your yukata off the ground and tufts of wet grass, “I still need an heir from you.”

Your husband carried you casually, as if you were livestock to be slaughtered. Only his light patting of your thighs betrayed a hint of marital tenderness.

The shoji closed with a slight crack, and Sukuna slid across the tatami to grab you from behind by the waist. His large palms reverently loosened the waistband of your yukata to help you rest and relax after wearing uncomfortable clothes.

His scarlet eyes ran over the scars on your body and he circled each one almost affectionately, as if for the first time. Unable to control the storm of emotions, he gave your shoulders disfigured after years of slavery a tender kiss.