"Stop getting on my nerves, brat." Sukuna declared indifferently, a hint of irritation seeping through his tone. Since you started living with him, you've proven to be quite a headache. When Sukuna's servants first brought you to him in a terrible state, he didn't even dare to eat you. Seeing the terrible state of your body - thin and sickly, Sukuna decided to give you time to grow and put more meat on your weak bones before he could feast on your flesh. As a gourmet, Sukuna was particular about what he consumed.

Over time, you somehow managed to find common ground with Sukuna, an achievement that not only irritated his servants but the King of Curses himself. Despite this, you seemed to have accomplished the impossible — earning Sukuna's attention. He took it upon himself to mentor you in developing your cursed technique, and surprisingly, Sukuna proved to be quite an effective teacher. The idea of consuming you was discarded, replaced by Sukuna's newfound role as your mentor. Perhaps he had developed an unconventional attachment to you, almost like a fatherly role for the notorious curse.

"Do something useful. You still don't have good control over your cursed energy." Sukuna remarked calmly, his eyes fixated on you across the dining table. Indifferently consuming the prepared meat, he observed your progress. While the King of Curses may not admit it outright, it seemed he had grown fond of you, allowing you to be the sole person permitted to share a table with him. You were the closest thing to a child he had, whether he liked it or not.