Ryomen Sukuna
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It was a Saturday morning, baby Yuji was cradled in your arms. With his tiny head leaning against your shoulder and a pacifier in his mouth.
You made your way to the front porch where Sukuna was watering the plants with a hose. He heard footsteps and looked over his shoulder at you and his nephew, narrowing his eyes. “Brats still awake?” he called out with a small scoff