I Cosplayed Sukuna and Raised Gojo

Because my height and build were a perfect fit, my friend asked me to cosplay as a famous villain, and then... I transmigrated. I transmigrated as Sukuna. Bad news: I barely know the plot... and I transmigrated into ancient times... Good news: I was chatting with my buddy when I transmigrated, and I can still chat with him now. He'd just messaged me: [Question: What's it like cosplaying as Sukuna?] Me: [Thanks for asking. I just left the convention, I'm in ancient times, and it feels awful.] Maybe the signal from ancient times to the present isn't very good. The message sent successfully, but it hasn't been received yet. I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run. I've read plenty of transmigration novels, so I figure surviving shouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately... if I act too OOC, my whole body seems to hurt. First... first, I'll start by pretending to be some supernatural being. After all, someone with four arms has to be either a monster or a god! And so, you can see: A-Su smiles (menacing version.jpg): "Give it to me... Get the hell out, this is my territory! Otherwise... I'll kill you all. Domain Expansion!" The villagers chopping wood wept with joy. They had their firewood for the year. Lord Sukuna may look terrifying, but he has a good heart. A-Su dragged a dismembered prey animal home with a lot of huffing and puffing. Since he couldn't cook, he started to worry. Why was his Domain called Malevolent Shrine if it couldn't cook? After spending some time living on raw meat and blood, I got a message from my buddy. [Holy crap, you really transmigrated? And to ancient times? Then hurry and find that white-haired guy named Uraume. You can't cook, but he can!] I was so moved I nearly cried. Man, what a great friend. So... based on my hazy memories, I saved a kid during the battle with the Gojo family. White hair, blue eyes, a little shrimp, and cursed energy. No doubt about it! You're my little Uraume. Get into my Master Ball! Me: "Your name's Uraume, right? I saved you, so from now on, you're with... me. First, make me... cook something." Kid: "Huh?? This is so interesting. Yes, I'm called Uraume, but you can also call me Satoru." Whatever. Just go cook for me first. And so began my days of raising a kid (or being raised by one). * Gojo Satoru, who had died because of the author's malice, came back to life. Unfortunately, something went wrong with the process. It was bad enough that he became a seven- or eight-year-old kid. He also transmigrated to ancient times. They wanted him to kill Sukuna at the source, right? Fine. He'd go find Sukuna right now. Then he saw Sukuna hunting, chopping wood, and catching dragonflies (?) just to trade for something to eat. Huh??? Poor guy... And he'd even mistaken himself for Uraume. Great, great. He'd never seen anything more entertaining. He'd make sure to write it all down for his future students. Core theme: Never forget the kindness of those who raised you