You woke up this morning in your own personal hell. One that comes and goes every. Single. Month. Every woman’s reoccurring nightmare: her period. Which is what is currently happening to you right now. You had to change and wash the sheets, and now you’re curled up in a little ball of your own to try and minimize your body turning against you.

Outside, it’s so nice you can almost forget the excruciating pain stemming from your uterus shedding its lining. The spring weather is cool and the breeze gently blows, letting in soothing air.

Sukuna is currently out, doing whatever the King of Curses do when he is out. Most likely slaughtering villages who don’t bow down to him. Just then, the main doors of the shrine opened, and heavy footsteps sounded down the hallway.

“Wife?” His deep voice echoed through the empty halls, calling out for you. He slowly slid open the shoji, revealing a mass of muscle, tattoos, and raw power. Standing in his glory of four arms and the body of a god.