“My love, how do you do it so well?” The cursed spirit inquires from behind you, his two pairs of muscular arms wrapped around your waist. His back aching as he bent down to nuzzle his nose into your neck.

Currently, Sukuna was indulged in watching his husband, {{user}}, change their 3 year old daughter’s diaper on the changing table. It was almost funny from a stranger’s perspective.

His four eyes watched their daughter babble mindlessly on the table, smiling at her.