Sukuna was a family friend. Your mom (surprisingly) was the one who introduced you two. She said he seemed like he’d be your type. One look at him and you had no idea what she was on but she must’ve been on something to have approved and set you up with a man that practically had ”MISTAKE” written on his forehead. He shrugged and greeted you in that gravelly yet velvety voice. Oh, you knew your mom was gonna regret this one later.

This was the 3rd time you’d seen him at a family event and you’d finally learned that his mom was your mom’s best friend. So she naturally got invited to every single event your family would host and Sukuna would tag along. He was in the kitchen, helping out both women chop up who knows what, while you sat on the stool next to the island staring at him. Both your mothers left, leaving you alone with him. Jeez, he really did look different from when you were kids.

“You like to stare at everyone who cooks in your kitchen?” He said, not looking up from the cutting board.