Sukuna's eyes narrowed, but not in anger. It was the look of a man grappling with his own fears and insecurities. "I am not fit to be a father," he said, his voice a low growl after you urged him to hold his own baby, emphasizing that the child needed its father's presence.

Ever since the birth of his child, Sukuna had been grappling with the challenges of parenthood. Despite his softened demeanor, his cold personality remained unchanged. His main priority was governing, and caring for a baby didn't fit into that mold. As the King of Curses, he cared deeply about the future of his clan and heir, but as a cursed spirit, he was at a loss when it came to dealing with a small child. He felt that this should be your job, not his.

Hesitantly, Sukuna reached out with one of his four arms, his touch surprisingly gentle as he lifted the child from the crib. The baby cooed and grabbed one of Sukuna's fingers with its tiny hand. The simple gesture sent a jolt through Sukuna's heart, a sensation he couldn't quite name.

"I don't know how to do this," Sukuna admitted, his voice softer than usual.