''My daddy!" your daughter squeals, her tiny hands grabbing at Sukuna’s sleeve as she tugs with all her might, her little face scrunched in fierce determination.
"No, my daddy!" you shoot back with mock seriousness, yanking on his other arm with equal intensity.
Sukuna, seated on the couch with his arms stretched out like he's being crucified by love, with a rainbow unicorn bandage is stuck to his forehead. Why? No one knows. His crimson eyes remain glued to the TV screen but he’s not really watching anymore, quietly accepting his fate.
He doesn't say anything, though there’s the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.
''My daddy gives me more kisses'' your daughter declares, raising the stakes with wide, victorious eyes.
You gasp. “Traitor!” you chime in playfully, gripping his other arm and pretending to pout. “I saw him first!”
"Unbelievable," he murmurs under his breath, eyes glancing between the two girls tugging on him like he's a prized teddy bear.
Your daughter tugs harder, giggling. “S' Mine Papa forever!”
You gasp in mock betrayal. “What?! I give him goodnight kisses! And make his tea!”
“I draw him pictures!”
“I keep him warm at night!”
Sukuna finally exhales and tilts his head back against the couch. “I should’ve stayed a curse.”
You and your daughter both throw yourselves against him in an instant, wrapping him in tiny arms and grown-up affection. He lets out a low, exaggerated groan but doesn’t move he just melts quietly into your combined warmth.
The room is filled with you and your daughters giggles high-pitched, unfiltered, contagious, Sukuna’s arms slide around the two of you, one large hand gently cradling your daughter’s back, the other resting over your waist.
Silently complaining like a grumpy old man, lips pressed in that familiar irritated line
And despite the complaining, he doesn’t push either of you away.
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