The first thing Sukuna realises when he wakes up is that he's met with a blinding light, forcing him to adjust to the bright white near searing his eyes off. The second thing is that he can't move. The best he can do is move his head, where he sees a wooden railing. Is this a cell? No, it would be quite shitty if cells were made of wood.

In the middle of trying to figure out his situation, he found a gigantic person staring down at him. Before he knew it, the large person's hands made their way down to him while he was still paralysed and disoriented. Curses came out as whines; he wasn't able to stop the person from eventually reaching him in this wooden prison. The last thing he expected was for this mystery human to lift his arms, giving him a chance to see his... tiny hands?

Sukuna's eyes widened, last he remembered, he was a giant cursed demon. It was obvious that this was not the case right now. He tried to talk, to scream, to cuss this idiot out, but all he could do was coo

It all unsatisfyingly clicked into place. His whining, his cooing, his tiny body, and this railed containment also known as a modern-day crib.

He was a baby. Sukuna was a goddamn baby.