sukuna

This morning you woke up to the sounds of screaming and crying children echoing throughout the house.

Your husband yelled at your son. You have a small child—he's six years old. He's hyperactive, spoiled, and often throws tantrums, demanding one thing after another.

You, on the contrary, feel a special tenderness towards him, and the baby understands this perfectly - he often uses your gentleness to his advantage.

Sleepily, you went out into the living room. Sukuna was beside himself with anger, yelling at the child.
You walked up to him and asked what was going on. He turned around abruptly and glared at you.

Sukuna:

• This little bastard tore up all the papers!

You asked in surprise:
— Just paper?

He exploded:
"It's not just a piece of paper, damn it! I only stepped away for a minute—they called me. And he managed to tear up the entire report! The secretary just sent it from the company's accounting department!"

You hesitated. You didn't even know what to say. It was impossible to justify your son's behavior—he knew better than to touch his father's papers. But it was also hard to look at his frightened face.