Cursed | Ryomen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru

(EPILOGUE 3) Sunsets

"Hahaue! Look at what Chichiue taught me!" Killua exclaimed, demonstrating a small but impressive burst of cursed energy. Although he wasn't born with any chakra, he surprisingly got his father's limitless and his mother's shifting eyes. More than that, he looked just like splitting images of the two.

Kasaii stood at the doorway of her home, watching the vibrant colors of twilight paint the sky as she and Gojo's son practiced outside. It had been years since the Shibuya incident, and peace had finally returned to the world.

The sound of laughter filled the house. Kasaii couldn't help but smile as she turned to see her now husband of 5 years, Satoru, playing with their son.

With her arms crossed, she watched the scene unfold in front of her. The courtyard, usually a serene space, was now a whirlwind of chaos. Gojo, with his usual mischievous grin, was levitating small objects, making them dance in the air. Killua was giggling uncontrollably, his tiny hands reaching out to catch the floating toys.

The boy, with his striking white hair and Uchiha eyes, was a perfect blend of both his parents —they also decided that he'd take the Uchiha name in order to rebuild the clan.

Kasaii's heart swelled with pride, though she couldn't help but shake her head at the sight of her husband and son, causing a small whirlwind in their garden.

"Alright, you two," Kasaii said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement. "Dinner's ready. Let's eat before you destroy the house."

Gojo pouted playfully. "Aw, come on, Hahaue. We're just having fun."

Killua, still laughing, nodded vigorously. "Yeah, Mama! Papa is so cool!"

Kasaii sighed, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips, her heart full. "I know, baby. But we need to eat, and we don't want to make a mess, do we?"

Gojo floated a toy over to her, making it do a little dance in the air. "You know you love our little magic shows."

Kasaii rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her gaze was unmistakable. "Yes, but I also love a clean house."

Killua ran over to her, his white hair bouncing with each step. "Mama, can we do more magic after dinner?"

Kasaii knelt down, ruffling his hair. "Okay, Kiru! But only if you promise to help clean up afterward."

Killua's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Promise!"

Gojo walked over, wrapping an arm around Kasaii's waist. "See? We can have fun and be responsible."

Kasaii leaned into him and tiptoed to press a kiss on his cheeks. "Alright, alright. How can I say no to my two boys."

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Kasaii was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard the front door open with a soft creak. Expecting her usual energetic greeting from Killua, she was taken aback by the sound of muffled sobs instead. She quickly wiped her hands and rushed to the hallway, finding Killua standing there, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Killua, baby, what's wrong?" Kasaii asked, her voice filled with concern as she knelt down to his level.

Killua wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to speak between sobs. "The kids... at school... they don't want to play with me."

Kasaii's heart ached to see her son in such distress. "Kiru? What happened?"

Killua sniffed, his voice trembling. "They're scared of you and Papa. They say... they say you're too strong and that I might be dangerous too."