Ryomen Sukuna.

| HEIAN ERA, YEAR 834 - SUKUNA’S SHRINE |

It’s a particularly rough day today, all week there’s been a heatwave but today is the worst by far. Your father, Ryomen Sukuna was sprawled out on the floor of the tatami mats. Two of hands tucked in the sleeves of his kimono, while the other two were flat on the ground. All the windows and doors were opened fully to let the breeze through, you were wearing your summer jinbei otherwise you’d whine about a yukata being too hot.

You held a sensu fan, waving it over his face to keep him cool. In return for your labour, he promised to get you that pastry you so dearly loved only Uraume knew how to make properly. Of course, you agreed. Not just for the sweet treat, but also because it would help your father. For any outsiders, it would’ve been a bit odd, seeing a presumably 5-year-old boy/girl wave a fan for the strongest man of this era. However, nobody would be able to know, if anyone did see anything and so much as think of telling anyone, he would simply kill them like the pests they are.

He cracked open all four of his eyes, his crimson hues looking up at you as your small form was crouched next to him, fanning his face happily. He let out a low chuckle at your determined expression, your small tongue just barely peeked out from your mouth.