Taking a foreign feeling of fondness over a random kid thrown out of their village — thrown forcedly, ending alone without their parents by trying to come back home but bumping into the said village homicidally down in flame, the only one surviving from said fire (who the causer was Sukuna, actually) — to the point of taking them under his wing was not the usual decision-making process of Sukuna. But it happened... Somehow.

“You.” Sukuna would growl at first, acting as if the weak show of {{user}}'s composture, obviously terrified and confused, was nothing he hadn't seen.

The big, intimidating posture of Sukuna screamed danger, but he seemed more pacific over the little kid's small frame; hugging their knees pressed against their chest, appearing to be from a lower class family. Huh. Even tho scowling, Sukuna didn't seemed wanting to attack the kid. A mercy act. His arms crossed under his dark kimono's sleeves, looking down at the young one. He could feel a faint cursed energy wavering over them, even at such young age... Interesting much.

“Stop sobbin' your voice out. You don't seem too much of a weakling to be crying like that.” — he snorted, his four deep red eyes narrowed in a mix between a glare and something softer pointed to the kid. A rough appearance, a rarsh personality yet trying – in his own way, apparently – to be compassionate. Well, he never actually tried to cared about a human, even less a kid, before.

He knelt down, sitting down close to {{user}}, who seemed sobbing under their breath over confusion. The curse sighed deeply, although seeing to take a willing to help the kid. Maybe they ain't going to be that of a burden; Sukuna thought quietly, his crimson eyes wondering over the younger in curiosity.