I'm so sorry, is this how you send requests? It's my first time, idk 😭 If it's okay, i would request a part 2 of yuuji sharing an s/o with sukuna, but this time the reader is like in danger! danger?! And sukuna goes like totally crazy or smth :)
the way that post blew up i am still so confused at the amount of notes it has but omg thank you so much for requesting this and i’m so sorry it’s late!!! i also wrote hc’s and i hope that’s okay :) <3
we’ve already established that it took sukuna a long time to even come to accept his feelings for you, let alone agree to be in a relationship with you, and to share you with someone.
the thing is, sukuna, although experienced with women/men, is inexperienced when it comes to relationships. he doesn’t expect to feel the way he does whenever he gets the chance to spend time with you, whenever you ask yuuji to switch with him so you could take him out on a date for a change, when there’s an accidental switch between them as you’re in the bath, and all of a sudden he finds your back pressed to his chest and you’re sighing so softly as you relax against him and his arms are wrapped around your middle and your hands are squeezing at his forearms. or whenever you’re about to head to bed and it’s usually yuuji that cuddles you when you’re sleeping since he’s the one out of the two that actually requires sleep, but you sit on your knees and cup yuuji’s face and ask him to switch. and when they do, you press a kiss to sukuna’s mouth, hands so gentle on his face, and whisper goodnight to him and it feels as if he’s in a trance.
so really, the concept of falling for someone is very foreign to him, and even more so, getting attached to a person.
the first time anything happened to you and he had found himself reacting abnormally was when you were cutting up vegetables with yuuji. sukuna lets you enjoy your time with him, especially when it comes to cooking, because personally, he would be very bored and he doesn’t have the talent for it either, opposite to yuuji, who enjoys it so much and manages to make it fun for you too. as you’re cutting up the vegetables, accidentally, you slice at your finger, and instinctively you hiss at the pain, muttering, “ow, ow, ow,” underneath your breath as you clutch at it. there’s more blood than you expected, but it’s not so deep that you’ll need stitches. but at the sound of your voice mumbling and hissing in pain, at the scent of blood from you, sukuna emerged from yuuji without a second thought, and he rushes over to you. he calls you an idiot, scrubbing away at the blood underneath the rush of water, and he seems so angry, but god, it’s not at you.
he hated even the thought of you being hurt. he’s not even sure why it bothers him as much, but he later on figured that it was all part of loving someone. no matter the cut, the bruise, the scar, the pain and the hurt, he’ll fuss over you incredibly, and he’ll seem so irritated, making it as if you were a nuisance, a burden, but you can see through it so easily, because over time, his feelings for you became more and more obvious, and it was harder and harder to hide.
it’s not until he finds out you’re in a life threatening situation does he realize that— maybe he really does love you. maybe you’re not a burden, but a blessing. maybe you’re not holding him down, holding him back, but rather pushing him forward, encouraging him. and when he realizes that you love him, you really, really do, he falls for you even more.
the situation doesn’t entirely matter honestly. yuuji had been informed of it, and even he was having trouble staying composed. the younger boy was trying his best for you, because being off the rails wouldn’t have helped you in any way, and he knew that. the moment he’d heard the words of you being in danger, he struggled so much against yuuji, trying to shift. “i’m stronger, faster, less vulnerable. let me go, idiot.” but yuuji insists against it. he can’t risk it. not with you.
but when yuuji sees you, sees the state you’re in, sees how much they’ve hurt you, the bastards standing so smugly next to you as if you were a token for them to show off. ‘look how well we can afford to hurt your lover,’ their eyes are saying, and yuuji’s resolve crumbles. he can hurt them just as bad, he can hurt them worse, but what sukuna lacks in basic morality, yuuji doesn’t, and he knows it will hold him back. besides, sukuna can hurt them much worse.
there’s a deafening roar the moment the markings appear on yuuji’s skin, as sukuna takes over. he sees red, and he can’t think of anything besides the fact that you’re here, in front of him, but you’re in such bad shape, so bruised and broken and battered, not the way you’re meant to be. there are tears streaming down your face, and your body shakes and trembles and flinches, your chest heaving with sobs and he hates it. he hates it so much. he hated the small cut you’d given yourself back then and he hates this now.
he doesn’t spare the men. he kills them, but not slowly, because that’d be too merciful. yuuji watches from the sidelines within sukuna, his throat closing up at the sight of the men being murdered, and he wants to feel remorse, but he can’t, not with the state you’re in. and the moment they’re gone, the moment sukuna’s ripped their limbs apart and their screams died down, it’s yuuji that falls to his knees before you, grouping you in an embrace and holding you to his chest, chanting by your ear, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”
yuuji’s hands are too shaky to bandage you up, so sukuna does it for him, cleaning at your wounds and brushing as soft as he can against your bruises and wrapping you in bandages. he scolds you the whole time, telling you you ought to be more careful, you ought to have him change you into a curse somehow, to make you less vulnerable, more invincible, but there’s a tightness to voice, a strain, a crack, and he refuses to meet your eyes, in fear of the fact that if he were to do so, he would fall apart before you. sukuna hadn’t been scared, scared for you or your life. he was determined in bringing you back home alive, determined to have you sleep in your bed and wake up and make breakfast with yuuji.
but for a moment, even if it were a split second, he had thought of what it would be like if he were to lose you. if you left him. the world was awful enough as it is, coming from a curse himself, the king of curses. he can’t imagine just how much duller it would be without you.
yuuji is the one to push you into bed, to lift a glass of water to your lips, to hold you to his chest. his hands still shake as he cradles you, as he holds you as gently as he can, and when you fall asleep, he whispers out in the dark, “i’m never going to lose you. i promise.”
and sukuna replies, “you don’t have to worry about that. never.”
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