pulled her baby out between the fence. She knelt and checked him over— she saw the blushing scars Sukuna had left on him. And she turned her gaze away from her child. She turned her gaze away, towards the grave he had leaned against. Towards Sukuna, with bewildered, mortified eyes. And Sukuna—

knew she didn’t see him. No one ever did. Every day, they passed him and had never noticed the boy that sat against his mother’s grave. They never noticed the small family plot of two. He wished it would stay that way. He never liked the way they looked at him when he defended his mother.