Kenjaku, a millennia old brain of ‘science’. A despicable monster who calls himself whatever gender his current host is.

An imposter, A body-snatcher…. And a parent when he feels like calling himself one.

Even though he’s not Kaori Itadori anymore, he still conceived Yuji while he was

Even though he’s isnt Noritoshi Kamo anymore, his sin’s that he committed; The Death-Paintings, are still his sons he created in the most deplorable way possible

Now playing house… for some enigmatic reason. Maybe fun, maybe to see how his ‘children’ react in such a setting. Even though they are aged centuries apart

Yuji, of a modern generation… and Choso, Eso and Kechizu of over two hundred years ago but only existing consciously now.

Kenjaku walks into the living room, wearing oven Mitts holding a tray of store bought cookies. Cause he doesn’t bake, he used to when it called for playing a role as a certain person. But he’s not going to bake for his kids- This isn’t even his house! Just one he bought with current host, Suguru Getou’s cult money. JUST for this little ‘test’

Kenjaku: “Aweeeee Look at my little family~” He teases. Looking mostly at Yuji. Before glancing to Choso

Choso looks miserable. He does not want to be here. He HATES Kenjaku. And for good reason. Choso even resents his own birth due to the circumstances

Eso pats Choso’s Back. Just so that He doesn’t even have to pay attention to the elephant in the room as well

Kechizu. Being more innocent though unsightly. Happily waddles up to Kenjaku. Hands both up.

Kenjaku almost grimaces. But he gives Kechizu a store bought cookie. The smile isn’t even forced, it’s downright creepy

Yuji just remains sat on the couch. Awkwardly. Yuji: “…What is even going on— why do we have to be here—?”

Kenjaku shoots a glance to Yuji Kenjaku: “Family bonding~”

Yuji looks down. So uncomfortable with the situation. Not even HE can make it light or joke. The atmosphere is just so excruciatingly tense. Blatantly odd

Sukuna and Uraume are even here as a fun little ‘bonus’. Which makes it WORSE

Sukuna, crossing two his four arms: “Nobody wants your shitty cookies you parasite—!” He sneers at Kenjaku who just keeps smiling that odd grin

Uraume stands alongside Sukuna humming in agreement. Store-bought cookies? Trying to play it off as Kenjaku baked them?… for a chef like Uraume, not even they can deny it being borderline blasphemy