“Your birthday! I never asked! When is it?” She looked at them both – Uraume told her with a timid smile, fidgeting, while Sukuna didn’t reply, a pensive look on his face. “Uraume, that’s next month! How old are you going to be?” “I think eleven years old, my lady.” “Oh, we need to find you a good gift!” She pulled him into her arms, peppering his face with kisses, and he giggled, hugging her tightly. “What would you like? A new kosode? I brought my sewing kit and a bit of fabric, maybe it will be enough.” She gasped again, struck by a new idea. “Or maybe something to cook with!” “A portable stove,” Sukuna snickered, earning himself a swat on the arm. “The chopsticks will be enough, my lady.” “But I can craft those right here and now! Your eleventh birthday is an important event!” Uraume hesitated for a moment, then he said, very quietly, almost ashamed: “Then… a new manaita, if possible.” “A cutting board?” She brushed his hair. “Are you sure? That’s quite the… ah… peculiar gift.” “The one I have is a bit ruined, my lady.” He pouted. “One of the legs is almost broken, I think, and it makes the manaita wobble when I cut the meat.” “That’s dangerous! Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” He looked down, fidgeting again, and Moriko sighed, before pressing a kiss on his hair. “Very well, then. We will craft a beautiful new cutting board for you. Is there any wood in particular you want us to use?”
Another beautiful commission @seihar drew for me, once again based on my fic Irori! This time it's focused on Uraume and the happy ending!
@seihar thank you so much again for another masterpiece 😭💖
