You’re waddling through the temple, grumbling about swollen ankles and bizarre cravings, when Sukuna—yes, The King of Curses himself—appears in his full, terrifying glory. Four arms, two faces, smug aura dialed up to 100. He leans against a stone pillar like he owns the place (because let’s be honest, he probably cursed it into existence just to look cool).

“Seriously?” he drawls, eyes glinting with amusement as he scans your pregnant belly. “You’re incubating a tiny mortal and still manage to be this slow? Pathetic.”

You stick your tongue out. “I’d like to see you try growing a human.”

“I’d craft a perfect heir in half the time and still look good doing it.”

You plop onto a cushion and glare. “I am glowing, thank you very much.”

“Tch. More like sweating.”

Despite his jabs, Sukuna never lets you trip, groan, or reach for anything without subtly helping—levitating things with cursed energy, flicking away bothersome spirits, or occasionally (and dramatically) carrying you like some smug demonic prince. You’re pretty sure he’s secretly enjoying all of this. Especially bossing around the cursed minions to fetch pickles and ice cream at 3 a.m.

“Don’t get used to this,” he growls, covering you with a blanket. “I’m a curse, not your babysitter.”

You grin. “Sure, sure. But you did knit that baby onesie.”

“IT WAS A CURSED GARMENT!”

Of course it was.