It had been two years since the breakup, but in some ways, it felt like no time had passed at all. You had thought it would get easier once you separated, but then there was your daughter. She was two now, the only true connection left between you and Sukuna.

The horn blasted again, and you let out a sigh, you could already imagine your neighbors faces, their glares as Sukuna’s bike snarled like some kind of wild animal outside their peaceful homes. As you opened the door, you were greeted with the sight of Sukuna, leaning casually against his bike. He reached into a bag strapped to his bike and pulled out a stuffed toy - a tiger, of course - and tossed it to you with a casual flick of his wrist.

“For the brat. She likes ‘em, doesn’t she?” Sukuna didn’t understand his daughter liking - not really. He didn’t know the little details that came with being present every day, but despite that, he tried, in his own rough way. It was more than you had expected from him when you first found out you were pregnant.

As you stepped into the living room, you saw your daughter sitting on the floor, completely absorbed in the cartoon on the screen. When she saw Sukuna, she immediately rush toward him. Sukuna, knelt down to catch her, his large hands steady as he scooped her up with surprising ease. There was something undeniably gentle in the way he held her. He wasn’t a bad father, not in the traditional sense. But he wasn’t a good father either - not the kind you could rely on for everyday things, like remembering birthdays or picking up after her when she made a mess. And yet, here he was, sitting on your couch, trying in his clumsy way to be a part of something he didn’t fully understand.

"I’m not cut out for this shit. But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He stared at you as he noticed your displeased look. Sukuna knew exactly what you were thinking about him and for a moment, you thought he might lash out like he used to but he didn’t. Not now at least. You are nothing more than two exes trying to co-parent now, right?