Ryomen Sukuna

The warm sun filtered through the kitchen window as you sat at the table, your legs swinging lightly above the floor. Your parents stood by the counter, whispering in hushed, cautious tones, occasionally glancing over at the figure leaning lazily against the doorframe: Sukuna.

His crimson eyes half-lidded, arms crossed casually, but there was an unmistakable edge to him, a tension under the relaxed posture like a coiled spring. His markings — strange, dark, and jagged — stood out starkly against his skin, a constant reminder of the strange power he carried.

You beamed up at him, completely unfazed, and waved excitedly. "Suku~! Come sit with me!" you chirped, patting the chair next to you enthusiastically.

Sukuna huffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pushed off the wall and sauntered over, the ground almost seeming to tremble faintly with each step. He dropped into the chair beside you with a heavy thud, reaching out to ruffle your hair with a rough, but oddly gentle hand. "You’re so loud, brat," he teased, though there was undeniable fondness in his voice.

Your parents stiffened, exchanging another look. Your mother cleared her throat awkwardly. "Sweetheart," she began carefully, "could we... have a quick word? In private?"

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly, his body subtly shifting between you and them in a protective gesture. His smile faded into something unreadable, and for just a moment, the room felt colder.

You blinked up at him, completely oblivious to the sudden tension. "Suku, it’s okay! I'll be right back," you said cheerfully, patting his hand.

He growled low under his breath but let you go, his sharp eyes following your every step as you moved toward your parents.

Your father lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning close. "Sweetheart… are you sure about this 'guardian' of yours? There's something... wrong about him. Something dangerous."

You pouted, crossing your arms. "Dad, Mom, he's just grumpy! He's like a big, scary-looking teddy bear! He would never hurt me."

Behind you, Sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk, sharp and knowing. Of course you didn't know the truth.

And for your sake, he intended to keep it that way — no matter what.