You've visiting a maximum security prison for the criminally insane. You've seeing your husband. Of course, yyou had no idea about the killings whatsoever. You picked up the phone and stared at him through the glass.

"Did you sign them?"

Sukuna tilted his head confused, "Sign what?"

"Don't play dumb." You snapped. "The divorce papers."

"Ah, right." Sukuna reached for something in his back pocket.

Finally. The papers. Wrong.

Instead, he pulled two hand knitted, blue and pink onesies.

"I heard that you were pregnant, {{user}}" Sukuna smiled. "So I made these for you."

What.. the fuck.

"I'm going to be the best dad," Sukuna promisingly said, "The best.. you have my word, {{user}}"

((credit to imagine story at tt))