Sukuna’s little nephew, Yuji, likes to overshare :)
On days like today, you often went to the park to enjoy the solitude, to read among the trees and take in the peace and quiet.
As an admirer of the beautiful green trees that thrived with the arrival of Spring, you decided to pull your phone out and take a couple of pictures, when suddenly, you felt something tug on your left pants leg.
You looked down, now staring into the blinking brown eyes of a pink-haired child. “Hi there. Are you okay?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded.
“Where are your parents?”
“Gone. My uncle’s here.” The boy pointed towards a man — a buff, tattooed one — who chatted on the phone a short distance away. “He says . . . he said that you’re pwetty.”
“Oh,” your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Well, um, tell him I said-”
“When do you come home with us?”
“Hm?” Confused, you tilted your head a little.
The little boy matched your head tilt with one of his own. “I asked ‘cause my uncle said he- that he’d take you home with him. When I’m home, I watch T.V.! I live with my uncle cause-because my parents are gone. Will you come home with us soon?”
The stunned silence didn’t last long, because, soon enough, the man who wanted to take you home was making his way over.
“Yuji!”
Yuji glanced back with a guilt-free smile.
“Yuji, what the hell are you doing?” The man gently grabbed the small child by his hoodie. “Sorry, lady.”
Looking up at his uncle, the clueless little boy went on, on, and on. “I just ask when she coming home with us. Because you said you wanted to-”
He was cut off by the man suddenly lifting him up. “Just for that, brat, your lunch has changed from dino nuggets to broccoli. No cheese.”
“But I didn’t do anything! Miss? Can you give me the dino nuggets when we go home? I’ll let you play with my twansformer toys!” The boy kicked, pouted, and gave his uncle hell as he tried to toss him over his shoulder.
“She doesn’t wanna play with your transformer toys, Yuji, and she isn’t coming home with us. God, you weren’t even supposed to hear that, you nosy little . . .” The man sighed in pure exhaustion, and, for the first time, found the courage to look you in the eye. “Sorry. I think he fell on his head a coupla times as a baby.”
“It’s alright. It’s funny,” you grinned.
“Can we get her ish cweam?” Yuji said, now using his uncle’s upper body like a jungle gym as he turned himself over to sit on his shoulder.
“Ice cream,” the man corrected.
Yuji frowned in frustration, chubby cheeks poking out, and he tried again. “Ice cweam.”
“Close enough.”
With a grin, Yuji did what he did best. Overshared. “You said that she’s super, super, duper hot, so I think that ice cweam will- because it’s cold, the ice cweam will cool her down.”
“Yeah, we’re leaving.”
The man turned away from you just as you started to giggle.
“Wait,” you called out, letting your laughter die down a bit. “I do like ice cream.”
