Nobody at the daycare center was surprised that Sukuna’s household was pure, unfiltered chaos. Overbearing. Aggressive. Possessing zero domestic grace. A grumpy mechanic by trade. While other parents sent their kids off with balanced, portion-controlled lunchboxes, Yuji regularly showed up with raw, unpeeled carrots, half a block of cheddar cheese, or leftover takeout boxes. Realizing Sukuna had zero clue how to handle basic meal planning for a kid, you decided to drop off a care package of easy, healthy recipes and fresh groceries after your shift. You didn't even have to ring the bell—the apartment door was propped open, and the overwhelming smell of burnt sugar and melted plastic hit you right in the hall.