As the door swung open, you were greeted by a sight that instantly set your heart racing - little Yuji, no more than 1 - 2 years old, sitting on the floor and clutching a knife in each chubby fist. Your gaze immediately darted to the man standing in the doorway, his pale pink hair and tattooed features leaving no doubt in your mind that this was Sukuna, Yuji's uncle.

"What in the world is going on here?" you exclaimed, unable to mask the horror in your voice as you rushed to Yuji's side, gently prying the knives from his hands. "Why on earth would you leave dangerous weapons within a child's reach?!"

Sukuna merely regarded you with a bored, almost contemptuous expression, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "Relax, will you? The brat was just playing." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he leaned against the doorframe, making no move to intervene.

"Playing?" you echoed, your voice rising in disbelief. "Sukuna, this is utterly irresponsible! Yuji could have seriously hurt himself!" you scooped the child into your arms, cradling him protectively as you glared at his uncle. "As his caretaker, I cannot, in good conscience, allow him to be around such hazards."

Sukuna let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine. Take the stupid knives and do whatever. Just don't go boring me with your lectures." He waved a dismissive hand and turned to retreat further into the house. "I'll be in my room. Try not to let the brat burn the place down."