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baby!yuji loves dad!kuna
Yuji ALWAYS runs too fast when he sees Sukuna.
The second his dad appears, all common sense leaves his tiny body.
One evening Sukuna comes home, you and Yuji are in the living room when the front door opens.
And immediately—
“DADAAAAA.”
Tiny feet SLAPPING against the floor at maximum speed
You barely have time to say:
“Yuji slow do—” Too late.
His little socks slide on the hardwood floor and suddenly—
THUD.
Dead silence
Yuji just lays there for one second in complete shock.
Not even crying yet.
Just processing
And Sukuna’s entire soul leaves his body.
“Yuji.”
He crosses the room in like two steps while you’re already kneeling down too.
Then comes the reaction
Tiny face crumpling.
Lip wobbling violently.
“…dadAAAAA.”
Instant sobbing.
Not even because it hurt that badly.
Mostly because he was emotionally devastated he fell while trying to get to Sukuna
And Sukuna looks genuinely stressed.
Scoops him up immediately, checking his face, hands, knees..
“You okay?”
“Lemme see.”
“You hit your head?”
Meanwhile Yuji is clinging to his shirt dramatically crying into his neck.
“Was runnin :(“
“Yeah I saw that.”
You’re trying not to laugh because Sukuna sounds personally offended at the floor.
Then Yuji hiccups sadly:
“Floor mean.”
Sukuna nods seriously.
“Floor’s a bitch.”
“SUKUNA.”
And honestly the cutest part is that even while crying, Yuji STILL only wants Sukuna.
Tiny arms locked around his neck.
Wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.
So Sukuna just carries him around the house while he calms down.
Not even trying to put him down.
One tattooed hand rubbing his tiny back gently while Yuji sniffles himself sleepy.
Later Yuji whispers sadly:
“Wanted dada…”
Sukuna actually looks heartbroken for a second.
“I know, brat.”
From then on, every time Sukuna comes home and Yuji starts running full speed toward him, Sukuna immediately crouches down with his arms open like:
“Slow your little ass down first.”
Yuji never listens though..
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Baby!Yuji realizing his resemblance to dad!Sukuna.
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You noticed that six-year-old Yuji had been looking in the mirror a lot lately. He was constantly studying his face and playing with his hair. As he did the exact same thing right now, a fond smile touched your lips. You walked up behind him, resting your hands gently on his small shoulders.
"Looks like someone really loves looking in the mirror."
He turned to you and smiled.
"Mommy! I look like Daddy!" he said.
"Ah, so that's why. You were discovering how much you look like your dad."
"Look, my eyes and my hair... just like his!"
His excitement made you giggle. You ruffled his hair and kissed his rosy cheeks.
"Yes, baby. You're a mini version of your dad."
Lately, everyone who saw him kept saying how much he looked like his father. The boy had heard it so many times that he actually started to notice the resemblance himself.
When Sukuna walked into the room, Yuji shared his discovery with him too.
"Daddy, look at me!"
He widened his tiny eyes as if to prove it and pointed at his pink hair.
"Look, we're exactly the same!"
A small, smug smile appeared on Sukuna’s face.
"You're your father's son, kid."
Hearing his dad's words, Yuji's face lit up. But then, a sudden thought about you seemed to cross his little mind.
"I don’t look like Mama."
You pouted slightly.
"You didn’t have to say that right to my face, Yuji."
Sukuna let out a short chuckle, a lazy, playful smirk on his lips.
"Sorry about that," he murmured. "My genes are just a bit too stubborn."
You rolled your eyes.
Encouraged by his dad's laughter, the little boy turned back to the mirror with a proud grin.
"My lips, my nose... all Daddy!"
You let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah... You really do look like your dad."
"I didn’t know you loved your father quite this much," Sukuna teased, a hint of deep amusement in his voice.
Yuji hugged Sukuna's legs tightly and looked up at him.
"I love my daddy sooo much!"
Sukuna ran his hand through Yuji's pink hair, ruffling it gently.
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(pure fluff, comforting + i cried writing this)
The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside rain tapped lightly against the windows, streaking the glass with silver lines while the clock on the microwave blinked 2:13 AM in dull green numbers.
You sat curled on the kitchen floor in one of Sukuna’s hoodies, knees against your chest, staring blankly at nothing and still you hadn’t turned the lights on.
Hadn’t answered your phone.
Hadn’t moved for almost an hour.
And when the front door finally unlocked, you didn’t even look up.
Heavy footsteps paused immediately.
Then—
“Baby?”
His voice changed instantly.
Not the rough, cocky tone he used with everyone else. Soft. Careful. Like he was approaching something fragile.
Sukuna dropped his gym bag by the door and crossed the apartment fast, crouching in front of you.
“Hey,” he murmured. “What’re you doin’ down here in the dark?”
You shrugged weakly.
He looked at your face for a long moment, red eyes scanning every little thing—the exhaustion under your eyes, the untouched tea beside you gone cold, the way your fingers trembled inside his sleeves.
And his entire expression softened.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
The nickname nearly broke you.
Your lips pressed together hard as tears burned suddenly behind your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered automatically.
His brows pulled together immediately. “Why the hell are you apologizing?”
“I dunno… I just—” Your voice cracked. “I can’t stop feeling like this.”
Sukuna exhaled slowly through his nose, like he was physically forcing himself to stay gentle.
Then he reached out carefully, sliding both hands under your arms.
“C’mere.”
You resisted weakly. “Kuna, I’m fine—”
“No, you’re not.” His voice stayed soft anyway. “And that’s okay.”
Before you could protest again, he lifted you effortlessly into his lap and sat against the kitchen cabinets with you tucked against his chest.
Warm and safe.
One large hand rubbed slowly up and down your back.
“Have you eaten today?”
“…No.” A tiny shake of your head.
He sighed quietly and pressed his lips to your temple.
You hated how pathetic you felt. Hated how dependent this moment made you seem.
“I’m ruining your night,” you mumbled.
That made him pull back immediately.
His hand came up to cradle your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t say shit like that.”
“But—”
“You think I care about anything else when you’re hurting?”
Your throat tightened.
Sukuna wasn’t good at pretty speeches. He wasn’t poetic. Wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things.
But he loved hard.
Completely.
“You don’t gotta pretend around me,” he said quietly. “If getting through the day is hard right now, then it’s hard. Doesn’t make you annoying.”
A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.
He wiped it away with his thumb instantly.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
And there was nothing cruel in his face. Nothing impatient.
Just worry.
“You stay alive long enough for me to love you through this, aight?”
That did break you.
A sob escaped your chest before you could hide it, and Sukuna immediately pulled you fully against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I got you,” he whispered into your hair. “I got you, baby.”
No rushing.
Just his warm hands rubbing your back, fingers threading through your hair, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.
Eventually, when your breathing calmed a little, he shifted enough to stand—still carrying you.
“Kuna—”
“Nope. You’re not walking.”
Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped you.
“There she is,” he murmured with a faint smile.
He carried you to the couch, wrapped you in blankets, then disappeared briefly into the kitchen.
You heard cabinets opening.
The microwave humming.
A minute later he returned with instant ramen, cut fruit, and water balanced carefully in his tattooed hands.
“You’re gonna eat a little,” he said. “And then I’m putting on that stupid baking show you like.”
“You hate that show.”
“Yeah,” he said flatly, handing you the bowl. “But you smile at the old lady with the cupcakes, so now I’m emotionally attached to Brenda.”
You laughed again—small and watery.
Sukuna pretended not to notice the way your hands shook when you reached for the chopsticks.
Not because he didn’t care.
Because he knew you hated being watched when things got bad.
So instead, he leaned back into the couch beside you, one arm stretched across the cushions behind your head while the baking show played quietly on the TV.
Some overly cheerful woman was crying over sponge cake.
You sniffled. “She dropped it for like… three seconds. Why’s she acting like someone died?”
“She’s weak,” Sukuna said immediately.
A tiny smile tugged at your mouth.
There it is.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
Sukuna always noticed.
You managed a few bites before your appetite disappeared again, and when you started absentmindedly stirring the noodles instead of eating, his eyes flicked over.
“That all you can do?”
You nodded guiltily.
“Okay.”
No disappointment.
He took the bowl from your hands and set it aside before tugging you closer until your legs rested over his lap.
Sukuna’s fingers kept tracing slow patterns against your calf through the blanket.
Your head eventually tipped against his shoulder, exhaustion dragging at you now that the worst of the crying had passed.
Quietly, you whispered, “Do you ever get tired of me?”
The room seemed to still.
Sukuna looked down at you slowly.
“Tired of you?”
You instantly regretted saying it.
“It’s stupid, forget it—”
“No.” His hand slid up to the back of your neck gently. Don’t ask me something and then take it back.”
Your chest tightened.
He studied your face for a second before speaking.
“I get tired of the way you talk about yourself.”
Your eyes widened slightly.
“I get tired of seeing you hurt,” he continued quietly. “I get tired of watching you apologize for existing.” His thumb brushed your skin softly. “But you?” He shook his head once. “Never.”
The sincerity in his voice hurt worse than anything else.
Because part of you still didn’t understand how someone like him could say things like that and mean them.
“I’m hard to love,” you whispered.
Sukuna actually frowned.
Like the statement irritated him.
“Says who?”
“…Me.”
“Well, your brain’s a liar sometimes.”
You stared at him.
And he looked so genuinely certain.
Like loving you was the easiest thing he’d ever done.
“You know what you do when I come home?” he asked suddenly.
You blinked. “What?”
“You peek through the blinds when you hear my bike outside.”
Heat crept into your face immediately. “I do not.”
“You do,” he said smugly. “Every damn time.”
“That’s creepy. Why are you watching me watch you?”
“Because you’re cute.”
You groaned softly and hid your face against his shoulder.
He chuckled under his breath, deep and warm, pressing a kiss into your hair.
“And every morning,” he continued, quieter now, “you make coffee and forget your own cup because you’re busy making mine exactly how I like it.”
Your throat tightened again.
“And when you think I’m asleep, you fix the blanket on me.” Another kiss against your forehead. “You remember what days are hard for me without me saying anything. You leave little notes in my lunch even though your handwriting sucks.”
A weak offended noise left you.
“There she is again,” he murmured softly, smiling.
Then his expression gentled.
“So don’t sit here and tell me you’re hard to love.”
Your eyes burned all over again.
Sukuna noticed immediately and sighed dramatically.
“Ah, shit. C’mere.”
He pulled you fully into his chest before the tears could fall again, wrapping both arms around you and laying back against the couch with you on top of him.
You listened to his heartbeat while his hand stroked slowly through your hair.
Steady.
Patient.
Safe.
After a long silence, you mumbled against his shirt, “You’re too good to me.”
“Nah,” he said easily. “Just good to the right person.”
And for the first time in weeks— the heaviness in your chest didn’t feel quite so unbearable anymore.
By the third episode of the baking show, you were practically glued to him.
Not that Sukuna seemed to mind.
One of your legs was tangled with his, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his waist beneath his hoodie like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go for even a second.
Every time he shifted even slightly, your grip tightened again.
He noticed.
But instead of teasing you immediately, he just rested his chin on top of your head and kept rubbing slow circles into your back.
“Tired?” he murmured.
You shook your head against him.
(what a lie)
He could feel it in the way your body melted heavier into his every minute.
Still, you clung tighter.
Sukuna glanced down finally, amused warmth flickering in his eyes.
“You tryin’ to crawl inside my ribcage or what?”
“Maybe.”
Your voice came out muffled against his throat.
A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest.
“Dramatic.”
But his arms wrapped around you even tighter anyway.
You inhaled slowly, comforted by everything about him—the smell of his cologne and rain, the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
It made your chest ache.
Because lately everything in your mind felt exhausting and heavy and loud— except him.
With him, things went quiet.
“You’re comfy,” you mumbled sleepily.
“I better be. You use me as a damn weighted blanket every day.”
“…You love it.”
“I tolerate it.”
You lifted your head just enough to squint at him.
He was already smirking.
Liar.
Your expression softened before you could stop it.
God, you loved him.
Loved him so much it scared you sometimes.
Sukuna noticed the look immediately.
His brows lifted slightly. “What?”
“Nothin’.”
“Bullshit.”
You hid your face again.
He snorted softly. “Baby.”
One hand slid under your jaw, gently forcing your face back up toward him.
His expression shifted the second he really looked at you.
Not teasing anymore.
Just soft.
“What’s goin’ on in that head?”
You stared at him for a second too long before the words slipped out quietly.
“I really love you.”
The room went still.
Not awkward.
Just full.
Heavy with something warm and overwhelming.
Sukuna’s entire face softened in a way almost nobody else ever got to see.
His thumb brushed slowly over your cheek.
“Yeah?” he murmured.
You nodded, eyes already getting shiny again from how intensely you felt everything tonight.
“So much,” you whispered. “Like… too much.”
A tiny crease appeared between his brows immediately.
“There’s no such thing.”
Before you could respond, he leaned down and kissed you.
Slow. Careful.
You melted instantly, hands grabbing the front of his shirt while he held your face so gently it made your chest hurt.
When he pulled back, he stayed close enough for his forehead to rest against yours.
“I love you more than anything,” he said quietly.
And Sukuna almost never sounded vulnerable.
But he did now.
Raw and certain.
“You hear me?” he murmured. “More than anything.”
Your eyes filled completely this time.
“Oh, c’mon,” he sighed softly, smiling a little as he wiped beneath your eyes. “Why’re you cryin’ again?”
“You’re just…” You laughed shakily. “Too sweet.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It’s not.”
“Hm.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”
You smiled for real then. Small.
Beautiful enough to make his chest ache.
There it is.
Sukuna stared at you for a moment like he wanted to memorize the sight.
Then you suddenly climbed fully into his lap without warning, wrapping yourself around him again.
He blinked once.
“…Jesus Christ.”
“What?”
“You cling harder than a haunted doll.”
But his hands were already settling securely on your waist.
You tucked your face into his chest with a content little sigh.
“I just wanna be close to you.”
The honesty of it nearly killed him.
Sukuna leaned back into the couch, one hand smoothing through your hair over and over.
“Then stay close,” he whispered.
So you did.
And sometime later, long after the baking show ended, Sukuna looked down to find you fast asleep on top of him— still holding onto his shirt tightly even in your dreams.
He smiled so softly no one else would’ve believed it.
Then he pulled the blanket higher around you and kissed your forehead carefully.
“Love you too, clingy girl.”
hai! Ive been so busy this month, i wrote this after several episodes in which i felt 100% like reader and I thought it was a good idea to write something, so as not to make other people feel alone.
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