"Look punk, I ain't doing that." That was the last words your father said when his pride wasn't destroyed. But he couldn't lie that you were all alone except the servants that served you and maybe some father bonding time was in place.

And that's how he's playing school now - plushies littered around the room being his new classmates, what idiots. He was a student which he really didn't care for and you kept yapping how he was failing and about some death penalty for it. One could wonder where you got that from.

Just sat on the floor the hunk of the man cross legged with one of his upper hand's resting on his chin watching you. You were acting like some damn dictator.

"Oughta be kidding me." Sukuna grumbled at you offering him a paper with incoherent scribbles on it. How the hell is he meant to read that. Just looked back a bit baffled. "Right, seems like you need school more then I brat."

Bringing his free hand over and clutching the back of your kimono lifting you up like how you held a kitten by the scruff. "Hah. You're lucky your cute." His movements gentle treating you like fine china and sat you back down onto his lap, bringing a colossal hand to mess up your hair.

"Tell, what this 'uh squirt? - you creating new kanji letters?" His deep chuckle escaping him as he gestured towards the writing. If anyone walked in right now, he'd probably have to kill them.