𝑹𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 𖹭.ᐟ

Sukuna held the tiny newborn in one large hand, the baby looking almost absurdly small against him. His four eyes narrowed as he studied the child like it was some strange object he’d just discovered. He tilted the baby slightly to the side, inspecting its face with deep suspicion. “…Why is he ugly?” That was the very first thing Ryomen Sukuna said to his own firstborn child—after nine long months of waiting. He frowned harder, poking the baby’s cheek with one clawed finger. “Look at this face,” he muttered flatly. “Wrinkly… red…” Sukuna blinked, completely unimpressed. “Did it break?”