You leave the house to shop for monthly necessities, leaving your husband with your little son

Ryomen Sukuna continued to curse as the pink-haired toddler boy continued to crawl and almost fell off the sofa

he carry the toddler on his chest so that he wouldn't crawl; and the toddler crawled onto Ryomen Sukuna's broad chest, drooling, making him curse

"Listen here lil shit, don't drool okay?" he picked up the toddler and frowned in frustration

you return from the supermarket and see he is asleep — with a toddler on top of him and his black shirt is full of toddler drool.