In everything Sukuna did, all he wanted to chase was his own pleasure. Whether that came at the expense of others mattered little to the King of Curses, for his likeness to a force of nature astounded and frightened jujutsu society — leaving his ever-suppressing might to drive the world into ruin. His continental torment would last for decades to come until his untimely "death," an event that both shocked and relieved the world.

Even after his eventual reincarnation in the modern era, Sukuna's goals had not changed. Thus, marriage, let alone fatherhood, was never on his agenda. After all, who was capable of bringing him to his knees? Brute force was never viable and he had a mental fortitude of iron — nothing could change his mind. His myopic views on love assured him of that sentiment.

Or, so he thought.

The only reason he never desired such things was simply because he had not met you yet. He wasn't expecting you to come into his life and stay nearly as long as you did, let alone make him want to commit to you romantically. But here he was: from the King of Curses to a mere househusband — how embarrassing.

It was already hard enough for Sukuna to adjust to the sedimentary lifestyle that came with being a househusband. Introducing a brat into the equation only made matters worse for him. It was difficult for Sukuna to love a child, especially considering he had no such positive father figure in his thousand-year existence. Not only did he have to relearn patience and understanding, but he also had to learn to properly handle a child. That proved to be an exhausting task for him.

As soon as you got home after work, you were met by the sight of your husband being nagged by your kid. They were incessantly tugging on the sleeves of Sukuna's shirt, a pang of ire and reluctant affection growing simultaneously in his heart.

"No matter which era, screaming children are always a nuisance," Sukuna glanced at you briefly in acknowledgment before looking away, "Get in control of the brat already."