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dad!sukuna with yuji who learned to walk

mornings in your house are never quiet anymore. not since yuji had learned how to run.

it starts with the sound of small, uneven footsteps padding down the hallway, followed by the unmistakable thud of something—usually him—bumping into the wall, the doorframe, or occasionally just… the floor. there’s always a pause after, like he’s deciding whether it hurt enough to cry, and then...

“mama!”

you don’t even get the chance to sit up properly before your bedroom door swings open and a tiny body launches at you with absolutely no hesitation, all warmth and energy and zero sense of self-preservation.

“good morning, baby,” you laugh softly, catching him before he can fully faceplant into you, hands smoothing over his messy hair as he climbs all over you like you’ve been gone for years instead of just asleep.

he giggles, pressing his face into your shoulder, already babbling about something you can’t quite understand yet, words tumbling over each other in half-formed excitement.

from the other side of the bed, there’s a low, unimpressed groan.

“kid’s gonna break his neck one day,” sukuna mutters, voice rough with sleep, one arm thrown lazily over his eyes.

yuji immediately perks up at the sound of his voice. “dada!”

and just like that, he’s climbing over you to get to him, tiny hands grabbing at sukuna’s shirt, knees digging into his side with absolutely no regard for personal space.

sukuna hisses quietly under his breath when a particularly sharp elbow lands somewhere unpleasant, but he doesn’t push him off. doesn’t even try.

instead, his hand comes up automatically, large and steady as it settles at the back of yuji’s shirt to keep him from toppling over.

“watch it,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite to it.

yuji just laughs, completely unbothered, and pats sukuna’s face like he’s checking to make sure he’s real. “up,” he demands, very seriously.

sukuna cracks one eye open, staring at him flatly.

“…no.”

yuji frowns. thinks about it, then leans forward and presses his entire weight onto sukuna’s chest.

there’s a pause. “…alright,” sukuna exhales, defeated, dragging a hand down his face as he finally pushes himself up slightly, still half-trapped under a very determined toddler.

you laugh softly from where you’re sitting, watching the whole thing unfold, your heart doing that familiar, warm little twist it always does when you see them together like this.

because sukuna who’s rough around every edge, who speaks in low tones and sharp words, who doesn’t have a gentle bone in his body for anyone else is so… careful with him.

he acts like he’s annoyed, like this is an inconvenience, like he’s only tolerating it out of necessity. but his hands never slip. his grip is always steady.

his eyes, when they rest on yuji for just a second too long, are softer than anything he’d ever admit out loud.

“hungry,” yuji announces, like he’s just made a groundbreaking discovery. sukuna snorts quietly. “course you are.”

you slide out of bed, stretching slightly before walking over, pressing a soft kiss to yuji’s cheek and then, just as easily, to sukuna’s temple. he doesn’t react much, just glances at you briefly, but his hand shifts, resting lightly against your hip as you move past him.

“i’ll make breakfast,” you say, already heading toward the kitchen.

yuji scrambles after you immediately, little feet pattering loudly against the floor, leaving sukuna sitting there for a second longer than necessary. he watches you go, then exhales, pushing himself up with a quiet grunt before following, slower, less chaotic, but just as certain.wq

by the time he reaches the kitchen, yuji is already standing on a chair you pulled up to the counter, watching you with wide, curious eyes as you crack eggs into a bowl.

“help,” he says, reaching for the whisk.

you smile, guiding his small hands carefully. “okay, but gentle, yeah?”

behind you, sukuna leans against the doorway, arms crossed, just watching. he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t need to.

the soft domestic noise, the quiet laughter, the way you bend slightly so yuji can see better, the way he leans into you without thinking—it all settles somewhere deep in his chest, heavy and unfamiliar in a way that would’ve bothered him once.

now, it doesn’t. now it just feels… right.

yuji suddenly turns, spotting him again, face lighting up instantly. “dada! help!”

sukuna huffs, pushing himself off the doorway and stepping forward, large hands easily covering yuji’s smaller ones as he takes over guiding the whisk. “like this,” he mutters, slower than usual, more deliberate.

yuji watches closely, completely fascinated. you watch them both.

for a moment, everything feels still in the best way possible. soft, warm, full in a way that doesn’t need words.

because somehow in all the chaos, in all the sharp edges and rough beginnings you ended up with this.

and sukuna, who never thought he’d want anything like it stands there beside you, one hand steady over your son’s, the other brushing lightly against yours, like he’s not letting either of you go anytime soon.

[sapph22]

You and Gojo Satoru keep ending up in absurdly romantic situations, as if the universe itself is playing matchmaker.

So the universe apparently ships you and Satoru Gojo. Five attempts at sailing that ship. Wonder if it worked.

First attempt

It starts at a rooftop party on Shoko’s birthday, everyone’s slightly drunk, fairy lights everywhere like the setting itself is trying to be a romcom.

You’re standing at the railing, drink in hand, genuinely having a nice time, when the music changes to something embarrassingly slow and suddenly it’s just you and Gojo standing side by side.

Romantic isn’t it” he says, clearly fishing for a reaction.

“Shut up”

“We could slow dance.”

“I will pour this drink on you.” you look at him like you’re seconds away from committing a crime.

He grins and leans on the railing next to you, shoulder almost touching yours “You look pretty when you’re annoyed.”

“I will pour this drink on you and then push you off this roof.”

He puts a hand over his heart like you’ve wounded him personally.

The lights flicker… and in the three seconds of semi darkness, someone in the crowd shoves someone else and you get knocked directly into him.

His hand catches your waist. The lights come back and you’re six inches from his face.

“Hi,” he says, and he’s smiling, the bastard.

You push off him and go find Shoko. She takes one look at your expression and hands you her drink without a word. You love her.

Second attempt

Second time is more elaborate, which means the universe leveled up, she’s committed to this bit.

You’re grocery shopping.

This is not a place Gojo Satoru should exist because he doesn’t do things like grocery shop, he probably has someone do it for him, and yet.

There he is.. in the cereal aisle. Holding a box of the limited edition cereal you specifically came for.

“Put it down,” you say, already annoyed.

“I got here first.”

“You don’t even eat cereal.”

“How do you know what I eat.” he smirks, clearly enjoying this.

“You eat things that cost more than my rent, Gojo, put the cereal down.”

He doesn’t.

You reach for it and he raises it higher.

You end up basically climbing him trying to reach it and at some point his arm comes around your back to stop you from falling and the elderly woman in the aisle makes a sound like awww and you both go still.

“We’re not together,” you tell her.

“Of course not,” she says, with the look of someone who has seen seventy years of bullshit and recognizes yours specifically.

He gives you the cereal and doesn’t say anything smug about it. Which is deeply suspicious. You watch him the entire walk to the register like he’s going to pull something.

He doesn’t.

He just says “see you” and leaves and you stand there for a second being inexplicably annoyed about it.

Third attempt

Third time you should genuinely sue someone.

You’re supervising the training exercise while Gojo runs the students through something, which means you’re standing far away from him.

Then Megumi’s shikigami glitches… you don’t know how, you didn’t see it happen… and it comes at you fast enough that you don’t fully dodge, and Gojo wraps himself around you, and takes the impact against a tree instead.

You’re basically pressed against his chest, his arms around you, and the training ground has gone completely silent.

You look up.

He looks down.

Fifteen students watching. Nobara with her phone out. Yuji looking genuinely emotional about it.

“I could have dodged,” you say.

“Sweetheart, you were not going to dodge.” he tilts his head, smirking.

“Don’t call me… what did you just…”

“Eyes on the shikigami, everyone” He cuts you off and turns back to the students like nothing happened and you stand there facing his back having something close to an aneurysm.

Nobara sends you the photo later that night. He looks like he’s exactly where he wants to be. Absolutely shameless.

You save it in a private folder

Utahimé calls you to ask how the training went and you say “fine” and she says “mhm” and you say “stop that” and she mhms again and you hang up.

Nobara sent the pic to the group chat.

Fourth attempt

Fourth time the universe really said let me cook.

Group dinner… loud, crowded, perfectly normal until the table arrangement gets shuffled because Nanami and Haibara take one end and Shoko and Utahime take the other.

You get the middle table which should have two more people in it but those two more people got caught in traffic and now it’s just you and Gojo at a table for six with a candle in the middle.

A fucking candle.

You stare at it. He stares at it. You both look up at the same time.

“I will eat and leave,” you say.

“Same,”

You don’t leave. The food’s too good.

You end up there two hours, talking shit about everyone you know, rating cursed spirits on a scale of annoying to actually threatening, and he steals food off your plate and you stab his hand with your chopstick.

He acts wounded and you tell him you’ll aim better next time, and somewhere around the second round of drinks he’s laughing at something you said and you think oh this is so bad.

The candle is still there. Very romantic…. Very unnecessary.

Walking out he bumps your shoulder and says “you’re funny when you’re not being mean to me”

You scoff, though your mouth betrays you with the smallest smile.

Then his cab comes and he leaves

You stand there for a second and notice you’re still smiling and your chest is doing something it has absolutely no business doing over Gojo Satoru of all people.

oh no. Oh no no no. You’re so fucked.

Final attempt

Summer festival. Shoko mentioned it, six people said yeah, and now you’re all here.

Somewhere around the second hour the group seperate the way groups do and you end up walking next to Gojo because the crowd pushed you together and you’re both too stubborn to reroute.

“You look nice,” he says, and the way he says it is so annoyingly sincere that it’s somehow worse than if he’d been a dick about it.”Yukata suits you,”

You don’t say anything because there’s nothing to say to that that doesn’t make it weird. “You’re welcome,” he says, to your silence.

You’re mid sentence about something when the fireworks start without warning, just suddenly the whole sky goes boom and everyone around you looks up.

You look up too, for a second. Then you glance at him.

He’s not looking at the fireworks.

He’s looking at you. Soft eyes, that small smile, the fond look he gets sometimes that you’ve been successfully pretending you haven’t noticed for months.

He’s just…. looking at you… with the fireworks going off behind his head.

You laugh, trying to act normal while everything inside you is screaming.

“You have fireworks behind your head,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, still looking at you. Doesn’t glance back even once.

“They’re pretty good ones.” You try to change the subject before your face gives you away.

“Uh huh.”

“You’re missing them.”

“Mhm.”

You shake your head, still smiling, and open your mouth to say something stupid but it doesn’t come out. Because he’s still looking at you like that and your brain stops working.

Your cheeks heat up, even though you refuse to meet his eyes.

He steps closer. Slow enough that that you could absolutely say something sarcastic and ruin it, slow enough that you have every opportunity to step back.

You don’t move.

He kisses you soft and gentle and the fireworks are still going and you think in your head that this is so embarrassing and also you don’t care even a little bit.

When you pull back he’s still got that look on his face.

“Stop it,” you roll your eyes and hope your flushed cheeks aren’t obvious.

“I’m happy,” he says, and it lands exactly where he meant it to, right in the middle of your chest, and you look at him for a second and then shove him by the shoulder, though your heart won’t stop racing.

He grabs your hand when you try to pull it back.

Your phone buzzes.

Utahime has sent a photo to the group chat.

It’s you two. Mid kiss.

Fireworks perfectly framed behind you both like she’s been standing in this crowd with her phone ready.

Utahimé : I’ve been waiting 4 months to send this. You’re welcome. Also Shoko owes me 3000 yen.

Shoko replies: worth every yen honestly

You look at him for a long second. The fireworks are winding down. He’s still holding your hand.

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[sapph22]

You’re hiding from Satoru Gojo because you got hit with a truth curse that forces you to say every thought out loud for four days.

“It’s just a minor curse,” shoko said, examining you with a cigarette between her fingers. “Truth serum type shit. You’ll say everything you think for about four days. Hope you weren’t planning on keeping any secrets.”

Truth Curse.

It forces you to say every thought out loud. The effects last for 4 days.

“This is gonna suck so bad,” you say, and then immediately, “I wonder if Shoko’s cigarette breath is why she’s single. Oh my god, why did I…”

“Out,” Shoko says, pointing to the door.

And that’s how you ended up in your own personal nightmare.

Day one, hour three, you’re already fucked.

You’re in a meeting with yaga when Nanami walks by the window “God his ass looks good in those pants” You said that out loud in front of your boss.

Nanami stops walking.

Yaga’s eye twitches.

“I haave to go,” you announce, standing up. “right now.”

You don’t go back to campus for the rest of the day.

The real problem is Gojo Satoru.

Your colleague. Your friend. The bane of your fucking existence and also the star of every inappropriate thought you’ve had for the past six months.

You’re in love with him. Disgustingly, embarrassingly in love with him.

And you’d rather die than let him know.

Normally you can hide it under layers of sarcasm and annoyed eye rolls. You’ve perfected the art of looking at him like he’s a mild inconvenience instead of someone you want to climb like a tree.

But now…. with this curse? You’ll take one look at his stupid face and probably confess everything.

absolutely the fuck not.

So you’re avoiding him. Hiding like a coward.

You told him you’ve been “sick” for two days. Haven’t answered his texts and turned off your location. You’re pretty sure he’s tried to come by your apartment but you pretended you weren’t home, hiding behind your couch like a fugitive.

“This is pathetic,” you tell yourself on day three, eating cereal for dinner in the dark. “I’m an adult. A fkn sorcerer who fight curses and I’m hiding from a man.”

“I should just tell him to fuck off,” you say out loud to your empty apartment.

Then, because of the curse… “except i don’t want him to fuck off, i want him to fuck me, ideally against a wall, maybe that window in his office….”

You drop your spoon.

One more day. You just have to make it one more day.

***

Day four

You’re so close. The curse should break by tonight. You’ve successfully avoided Gojo for ninety hours.

A feat of willpower that should qualify you for sainthood.

You’re getting coffee at the campus cafe… it’s risky, but you’re losing your mind cooped up and you need caffeine….. when you hear it.

“There you are.”

Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

You turn. Gojo’s standing there in all his annoying glory. Sunglasses on, that stupid smile on his face.

“Been looking for you,” he says, casual as anything. Like he hasn’t been blowing up your phone.. “You sick? you look fine to me.”

“i’m….” you clamp your mouth shut so hard your teeth click.

Because what you’re thinking is…. you looks so good i’ve missed you and please rail me on this table…. you CANNOT say any of that.

“You okay?” he steps closer. “you’re being weird.”

“FINE” it comes out too loud, several people look over. “Totally fine! Actually i have to go….”

You try to leave but he catches your wrist and the touch sends electricity up your arm like you’re a fucking cartoon character.

“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” his voice is softer now, concerned, and that’s somehow worse. “You’ve been avoiding me for four days. Did i do something?”

“no,” you manage through gritted teeth.

“then why….”

“i’m cursed,” you blurt out, your mouth is moving without permission. “Truth curse. I say everything i think for 4 days. It’s been hell but it breaks tonight.”

His eyebrows go up above his sunglasses. “Everything you think?”

“yes.”

“for four days?”

“yes.” You sigh

“and you’ve been avoiding me because…?”

Your mouth opens. You can feel the words forming.

No. No. No. No

“Because i have a crush on you and didn’t want to accidentally confess” it comes out in a rush.

Silence.

Gojo just stares at you. His mouth is slightly open. He looks like you just told him santa isn’t real.

You want the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

“I’m leaving,” you announce. “leaving the country, actually. Changing my name. You’ll never see me again….”

“wait wait wait.” he’s grinning now. full megawatt smile. “You have a crush on me?”

“I will kill you.” you’re backing away “i will actually murder you and make it look like an accident”

“How long?” he’s following you, that stupid grin getting wider.

“I’m not answering that…. six months…. FUCK.”

He’s laughing now, hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“This isn’t funny” you’re mortified. Dying. Deceased. “This is the worst day of my life”

“It’s pretty funny.”

He steps closer, backing you against the counter. His hand comes up to rest on the surface next to your hip, caging you in “You have a crush on me?”

“Had. It just died of embarrassment.”

“liar.” his other hand comes up to cup your face and your brain completely stops working. Blue screen of death “What are you thinking right now?”

Oh he’s evil. He’s genuinely evil. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“That you’re an asshole,” you say. Then, because curse: “and that i want you to kiss me. I’ve thought about this moment for months except in my head i was smoother and you were less smug and…..mmph….”

He kisses you.

Gojo Satoru is kissing you.

His hand is in your hair and he tastes like sugar. His other hand is on your waist pulling you closer and closer and…

“Oh my god,” you breathe when he pulls back. “oh my god…. ”

“What are you thinking now?” he’s smirking like an anime villain.

“That i want you to do that again. Your mouth is even better than i imagined. I…. Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that i’m in love with you.” His smile has gone soft.

Your brain stops working. Windows shutdown noise.

“What?”

“Yeah.” he says it casual. “Was gonna take you to dinner first. Even had a speech planned.” he smirks. “But this works too.”

“You…. You love me?” You blink

“yep.”

“With me.” you point at yourself like there might be another you standing nearby.

“That’s what i said.”

“i’m gonna say something stupid any second…” you warn him, but your voice is shaky.

“Good. Wanna hear all of it.” his thumb brushes your cheek. “What are you thinking right now?”

“That i love you,” it spills out like water. “REALLY want you to take me home and…”

He kisses you again. Harder this time, deeper. His hand tightens in your hair and you forget what you were saying. Forget your own name. forget everything that isn’t him.

“Been waiting months to hear you say that.” He murmurs against your mouth.

“I would’ve told you eventually. Probably…. Maybe….. in like five years when i was drunk enough.” Your say, blushing slightly.

“Good thing you got cursed then.”

“I hate this curse.” You huff, trying to hide your smile.

“i love this curse.”

He kisses you again, and again, and you’re both laughing between kisses like idiots. His hands are everywhere and you’re pretty sure you’re both making a scene in public but you don’t care.

“We’re leaving” he says, smirking like he already won.

“Where are we going?”

“My place. Gonna make you say every single thought in your head.” he’s already pulling you toward the exit.

“The curse breaks in like six hour…”

“Then we better hurry.”

He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together, pulling you toward the exit, and you’re laughing, stumbling after him.

And for once, you don’t mind the curse at all.

Turns out some truths are worth saying out loud.

Even the embarrassing ones.

Especially those.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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Satoru Gojo is not happy.

No. He’s frowning, brows furrowed, arms crossed, lips pursed into a pout so dramatic it could win an Oscar. His Six Eyes are locked on your peacefully sleeping face, like you personally betrayed him, which, according to his dream, you did.

You, meanwhile, are blissfully unaware. Snoring softly. Probably dreaming about something cute. Or, if Satoru’s dream is to be believed, some other man.

“Unbelievable.” He mutters, glaring at you. “I spoil you, I love you, and you go and do that?”

You stir, mumbling something incoherent.

He squints accusingly. “Oh, so you can talk in your sleep too. Who is he, huh?”

Your eyes flutter half open at the noise, hair a mess. “...Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me!” He says, pointing an accusatory finger. “You cheated!”

Your brain takes a full five seconds to process that. “...What?”

“I saw you! You were talking to another man!”

You blink at him. “Satoru,” you say slowly, “were you dreaming?”

He hesitates. “...Maybe. But that’s not the point!”

“Oh no, it’s definitely the point.” You say, sitting up now, squinting. “You were dreaming of a man while I’m right here?”

His mouth drops open. “Wait, what? No, I-”

“YOU were dreaming of a man...” Your eyes widen dramatically, as if the realisation just hit you like a truck. “Satoru... are you... gay?”

“What?! No!”

“You don’t want me anymore, is that it? You’re dreaming about men now? Was it-” You gasp loudly “- was it Suguru? I knew it! I knew you had something for him-!” You snap your fingers.

He looks personally attacked. “WHAT?! No, baby, he’s my friend!”

“Oh my god.” You whisper, lips quivering. “You wanna go be his boyfriend and leave me all alone, don’t you?”

He scrambles, eyes wide as he moves to cradle your face reasuringly. “No no no, baby, I would never! I love you. Only you. Please, believe me-”

You stare at him for a long, dramatic second. Then you smile as sweet as an angel, dropping the act. “Oh okay, baby. I believe you. Goodnight.”

You flop back down, tug the blanket up, and close your eyes like nothing happened.

Satoru exhales out a sigh. “Thank god.” He mumbles, relieved to have made it out of that alive, before settling back beside you. “Goodnight, baby.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up just slightly. A few seconds of silence. Then:

“…Wait a second.”

You burst out laughing.

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