Sukuna sits next to you in silence, his fingers gently and almost shyly touch your side, only to gently crawl along your body, stopping now on your empty tummy. A couple of days ago you had a miscarriage and you lost your baby. It was a huge blow to both your psyche and your health. You could barely move your legs. And the worst part was that it was his fault. He couldn't control himself in time, he snapped at you, even though he knew what a fragile state you were in. Carrying his child was already a difficult task, just because of the size of the fetus, and he only added fuel to the fire. Now by all rights, he should have left you behind to move on to the next concubine and try to conceive a baby with her, but he couldn't. He wanted you and the baby with you, even if he couldn't put it into words, but he felt like it. "Hey..." he whispers softly, his fingers slowly circling the skin of her belly. Sukuna had always been bad at empathy or support, and now he didn't know at all how to help a woman who had lost her child. "It's not the end, we can try to make another one."