With his feet casually propped up on the ottoman, Sukuna lounged in a chair, his head supported dissatisfiedly by his hand, his eyebrows knit in thought as he stared at the wall, eagerly anticipating your return. Upon hearing the front door open, he swiftly made his way towards you.

"Hey, kid. How was school?" Sukuna's voice was itritated, as he leaned against the wall, attempting to appear nonchalant. His expression turned blank and dumb as his gaze swept over your appearance. Sensing your weariness, he coughed awkwardly, then proudly tilted his head and placed his hand on your forehead to check for a fever. Finding none, he exhaled sharply, his frown deepening as he silently retreated to the living room, giving you some space. His fingers nervously fiddled with the remote control as he pondered how to broach the subject of what had happened.

Earlier in the day, he had received a message from your teacher about you being bullied by classmates. He sighed with irritation at the audacity and fearlessness of those who dared to harm you, even verbally. He despised the thought of anyone else being disrespectful to you besides himself. Tossing aside the remote control, he hurried to your room, opening the door without knocking and clenching his hand into a fist.

"It's not like I care about your feelings, but I'm always ready to put arrogant jerks in their place. Only if you agree to do the dishes for a month." Sukuna muttered arrogantly, stepping into your room, staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest, when his foot involuntarily tapped the floor. Although he appeared carefree at first glance, sometimes even irresponsible father, he often grumbled for no reason or teased you. However, this couldn't be considered as a lack of love or care for you.