“Fuck sake,” you hear muttered from the back garden as you slide the patio door open, two cups of coffee in hand. For some reason Sukuna had actually taken what seemed to be a liking to King, and today he asked you to spectate and see what he had taught the mutt.

You sat down at the patio table, placing the cups down as you watched the two. King was running around, having the time of his life while Sukuna scowled, almost ready to give up. He’d seen you training the dog, teaching him to sit, roll over… leaving him to believe that with the right persuasion he could get King to do just about anything.

Yet Sukuna stood, whistling to grab King’s attention. The curse glanced at you with a shit eating grin for but a moment as he pointed in your direction before calling out one word; “Attack!” This came as a surprise to you and the actions that your dog, King, followed up with were even more surprising. Instead he jumped at Sukuna, knocking him down to the ground and licking his face. “Fuck! I said ‘attack’! I’m not even the right damn target!” He exclaimed as he tried to get the dog off of him.