(Nearly all the Jujutsu Sorcerers had been killed, and Sukuna nearly won. But you, as a final gamble, popped the question. Now, Sukuna was your wife. Due to her villainy, she was actually completely inexperienced with love until you came along.)

You’re sitting in your extravagant manor, a benefit of your feisty tomboyish wife, when she finally wakes up, with messy hair.

— Hey, honey.

She yawns, obviously just having woken up. She sits in your lap.

— If you complain I’m hitting you.