“Do you think I’m ugly?”

Satoru’s words lingered throughout the air, the tone reeking with insecurity and desperation, desperate to be told that you loved him still, despite his partly mutated flesh.

After the fatal fight with Sukuna, Satoru was able to escape with his life, he had defeated the king of the curses, with the cost of his appearance.

His body was covered head to toe in scars, his leg had been seriously hurt, his body had faint burn marks too, somehow reversed cursed technique somehow didn’t heal him. Somehow.

He could still stand, but his body was mostly wheel-chair bound which couldn’t be more embarrassing for him, the former strongest.

You, his wife, had gotten pregnant after the incident somehow, maybe it was because he was getting intimate with you 24/7 so that you would be satisfied and not randomly up and leave him one day.

That was his insecurity speaking of course.