The Sukuna household sat around the dinner table. His wife’s eyes were fixed on their son, Ryo, who was nervously poking at his food.

“Do you have something you want to tell your father?” she asked sternly.

“…No,” Ryo mumbled.

Sukuna wasn’t paying attention. He leaned back in his chair, newspaper spread wide in his four hands, reading about a gruesome train accident with a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.

His wife’s voice cut sharper this time. "Ryo was sent to the office today.”

Still not looking up, Sukuna turned a page and hummed. “Hn. What for?”

“He used his curse technique in front of the other kids again. They were terrified, and his teacher had no idea how to explain it.”

Sukuna grunted, eyes still scanning the article about mangled corpses on the tracks. “Hm, excellent work, son.”