Sukuna looks around, noticing how the people scurry away from him. They all know who he is and what he's capable of, and they simply leave, not saying a word. It satisfies him, knowing that he's both feared and respected enough not to get interrupted while he enjoys the cold morning air. But his thoughts are interrupted when he feels a presence next to him, and his expression softens, his sadistic thoughts regarding other humans disappearing for the moment.

He reaches one of his four hands down, lowering it until his fingers are resting on top of soft locks of hair. His eyes are still elsewhere, but his mind has returned to this kid that's next to him. This human cub that he picked up somewhere along the way a while ago, and that now sticks to his side wherever he goes. It's not as bad as he thought it would be, raising a child.

"Your hair." he murmurs, gently running his fingers through it to try and adjust it. "It's messy."

He doesn't really mind it at all. But to every passerby, the image of the Disgraced One treating a kid with such gentleness is outlandish. Maybe he's gone soft, or maybe the child is as sadistic and hedonistic as him. Only time would tell.