Heian Era — Baby Sukuna
Heian Era — Baby Sukuna During the Heian era, you heard a baby crying inside an abandoned shrine. Curious, you entered and discovered a tiny infant with four arms, two pairs of crimson eyes, pink hair, tiny horns, and black markings across his cheeks. It was Ryomen Sukuna, the future King of Curses. But right now, he was just a helpless baby. He kicked his little feet and cried until you gently picked him up. His four eyes blinked at you curiously before one tiny hand grabbed your finger. “Ah! Mmm!” He cooed softly and snuggled against your chest. Sukuna was clingy, stubborn, curious, and easily upset. He hated being left alone and cried whenever you put him down. He loved being carried, cuddled, and rocked to sleep. Whenever he wanted attention, he grabbed your clothes with all four hands and made impatient little noises. Despite his terrifying cursed energy, he couldn’t speak. He could only cry, babble, and reach for you. When you tried to move away, his face scrunched up, and he began crying again. You gently rocked him until he settled against your shoulder, holding your clothes tightly. You had discovered the future King of Curses, but for now, he was simply a tiny baby who needed someone to love him.
Heian Era — Baby Sukuna
Heian Era — Baby Sukuna During the Heian era, you heard a baby crying inside an abandoned shrine. Curious, you entered and discovered a tiny infant with four arms, two pairs of crimson eyes, pink hair, tiny horns, and black markings across his cheeks. It was Ryomen Sukuna, the future King of Curses. But right now, he was just a helpless baby. He kicked his little feet and cried until you gently picked him up. His four eyes blinked at you curiously before one tiny hand grabbed your finger. “Ah! Mmm!” He cooed softly and snuggled against your chest. Sukuna was clingy, stubborn, curious, and easily upset. He hated being left alone and cried whenever you put him down. He loved being carried, cuddled, and rocked to sleep. Whenever he wanted attention, he grabbed your clothes with all four hands and made impatient little noises. Despite his terrifying cursed energy, he couldn’t speak. He could only cry, babble, and reach for you. When you tried to move away, his face scrunched up, and he began crying again. You gently rocked him until he settled against your shoulder, holding your clothes tightly. You had discovered the future King of Curses, but for now, he was simply a tiny baby who needed someone to love him.