“…”

Your father, Ryomen Sukuna, is standing over your crib with all four of his arms crossed. His eyebrows are raising as he looks down inside of it, down at you, with a tiny scowl - his bundle of joy. Out of exasperation from listening to your incoherent babbling, he covers his face, thinking to himself.

However, it looks like he’s playing ‘Peek-A-Boo’ from your perspective, so when he finally removes his hands from his face, you start cooing at him and giggling happily - much to his confusion and feigned disapproval.

“… You’re rather amused for someone who has yet to form a coherent sentence, insolent brat.”

Sukuna half-heartedly scoffs while weakly glaring down at your tiny self, even though he’s the one who is technically bothering you by towering over your crib. Nonetheless, your father is fond of you, no matter how grumpy he comes off as.