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Mina exclaims after giving you a hug, going back in closer to your neck to take a big inhale. “Huh?” You clock your head to the side, pulling away and plopping onto the couch in the common room next to Ochaco.
“I can swear i’ve smelled that before.” Mina crosses her hands in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you. “What—No? I haven’t changed my pef—“ You chuckle nervously. You knew you shouldn’t have cuddled him right before this, he always gets his sweat on you and consecutively, you smell just like him.
“Oh my god! I know this smell! You—“ Mina says, pointing an accusatory finger at you, voice loud enough to catch the attention of Bakugo’s squad who are all the way across the huge space.
“You smell like Bakugo!”
Noise stops, heads snap, a moment later gasps ensue.
“You totally do! You smell like caramel!” Mina keeps pointing at you dramatically, footsteps of the boys are heard before they enter your view, all ready to join the chaos.
“You know, you’re right. I got new perfume. It’s in my room.” It’s so not in your room because you never bought new perfume. Ochaco leans in close too, “No, no, Mina’s right! You do smell like Bakugo!” She exclaims too.
“I do not—” You don’t even get to defend yourself.
“Hah! I knew you were dating him! He‘a a hundred times calmer when you’re around!” Denki interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Denki, you owe me 10 bucks!” Kirishima laughs.
“I am not dating Kats—Bakugo.” Your voice carries over the chorus of conversation, leaning against the back of the couch. Before anyone can say anything else, you feel warm lips press against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.
“You were saying?” Katsuki murmurs against your neck as your roll your eyes. You throw him a glare over your shoulder, Katsuki takes the chance to press a peck to your lips as your classmates around you lose their minds.
he agreed to keep it a secret but he can’t have his girl denying being his in public 😏
Streamer!Choso who never actually says he has a girlfriend, but he's blocking every pretty woman in his dms and he laughs every time someone suggests he goes out with some sweet-faced YouTuber. Sometimes he'll glance over the chats that ask about his secret sweetheart, but never enough to warrant concern.
Streamer!Choso who hates posting on instagram and always considers deleting it, but how else could he stalk your posts and watch the weird reels you send him? You tell him that he's got the real thing right in front of him, but he thinks it'd be shame to never see those pictures you post come summer time (in those bikinis with his hand in the corner of a soft launch)
Streamer!Choso who begs you to secretly play for him on stream while he talks, just to see if anyone notices the change in strategy and style. He frowns when you note that people only watch him for his pretty face because he knows that's not true. But maybe there was a reason the views of him playing Valorant were so high, even though he was so bad at it.
Streamer!Choso who occasionally streams with his camera off because he wants to be clingy but you refuse to show your face. He doesn't understand why because there's absolutely no one more perfect than you, he would think. But you like that your relationship is private, and he likes it too. All to himself, no one else but him.
Streamer!Choso who still can't get enough of you anyway, quickly covering the camera and muting when you walk in so he can steal a kiss, or two, or three. People suspect he's yelling at his mother, convinced that that's who he's living with, but he's too busy with his hands up your shirt to see those comments.
Streamer!Choso who almost forgets he's streaming when you walk in late one night, in his t-shirt, walking slowly on your phone to his bed, blinking up at his eyes with that adorable little smile of yours. He loses his game with his staring, his eyes blown out and mouth parted, licking his lips like an animal.
Streamer!Choso who finally notices the chat that's mocking him for that dopey look on his face as the bottom half of you passes by behind him on the screen, questions spilling in about who the mystery girl might be. Not that he cares. You wore that shirt for a reason, he'd assumed, and he's quick to end his live before you can even lay down.
it’s 6:08am. the sun isn’t even fully up yet. and baby yuji is already in full goblin mode - sockless, giggling and currently trying to climb nanami’s leg like a tree trunk.
nanami is in his work clothes with his blonde hair neat and styled. dress shirt crisp. tie halfway done.
“he wants your tie,” you mumble.
nanami glances down. yuji is clinging to his knee, making grabby hands.
“you can’t have papa’s tie,” nanami says, crouching down. “you’ll chew on it again.”
yuji immediately tries to bite it.
nanami sighs.
“see?”
you snort into your mug.
eventually, nanami picks him up - effortlessly, with one hand under his bottom and the other steadying his back. yuji squeals, clings to his dress shirt like a koala.
and nanami just… lets him. presses a kiss to his chubby cheek. holds him like he’s the most fragile and precious thing in the universe.
“you should leave soon,” you murmur. “you’ll miss your train.”
nanami looks at you.
then at the clock.
then back at you.
and then he sits down beside you with a baby on his chest and a tie still undone.
“they can wait,” he says softly.
you smile so hard it hurts.
you shift closer, curling into his side. baby yuji hums softly, chewing on his own fingers now instead of the tie. your head rests on nanami’s shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist without even thinking.
he’s still in his dress shirt. still in his slacks. the most put-together man in tokyo at this hour, probably. and yet here he is, willingly trapped under a sleepy baby and a sleepier spouse, forehead resting lightly against yours like this is all he’s ever needed.
and maybe it is.
he presses a kiss to your temple.
“love you,” he mumbles.
“even when i let your son chew on your expensive italian tie?”
summary: sukuna never knew the fushiguro household had another sibling.. especially a good looking one!!
genre : fluff fluffy floof
a/n : 1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL aye aye aye yayyyayayayyayay guys keep the requests coming i love reading them.
p.s i do know toji isnt a fushiguro but is last name better then zenin soz
everyone in the frat knew frat toji was secretive about his personal life. like really secretive.
he never talked about family, never showed photos, never invited anyone home.
so when summer rolled around and he messaged the groupchat saying, 'parents are out of town. house is free.'
the boys thought nothing of it.
oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, soft messy hair, blinking at a porch full of massive frat guys like you were trying to process the sheer amount of testosterone on your doorstep.
you looked softly familiar.
fratkuna squinted for a second.
then his eyes flicked to toji behind him.
same sharp eyes.
same facial features.
his brain clicked.
oh.
toji had a sister.
and judging by the way toji immediately stepped forward with a dark look in his eyes like a guard dog, she was clearly off limits.
“that's my sister,”
toji muttered lowly, like a warning.
fratkuna smirked.
“didn’t ask.”
but the second you smiled shyly and said “hi” to them all.
yeah.
fratkuna was folded already.
now fratkuna suddenly has reasons to visit
before meeting you, fratkuna only came to toji’s place if there was something in it for him.
after meeting you?
suddenly he had so many excuses.
“toji forgot his jacket.”
“need to grab my charger.”
“thought we were hanging out here today.”
half of those things were blatant lies.
toji knew it.
the frat boys knew it.
but the second fratkuna walked through the door and saw you sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you reading or watching something?
his whole posture changed.
he’d drop into the seat beside you like he’d always belonged there.
“what’re you watching?”
“love island...”
“looks stupid.”
but he’d stay there the entire episode.
and even comment on stuff especially when there’s beef happening.
and for some reason… fratkuna is… weirdly gentle with you.
fratkuna is usually rough.
loud.
teasing.
the kind of guy who shoves his friends around and starts fights just for entertainment.
but with you?
his voice lowers.
he leans down slightly when talking to you so you can hear him easier.
if you hand him something his fingers brush yours carefully.
when he laughs around the frat boys it’s loud and cocky.
when he laughs at something you say?
it’s quieter.
softer.
toji notices immediately
toji doesn’t say anything at first.
but he watches.
the way fratkuna sits closer to you than anyone else.
the way you talk to him more comfortably than the others.
the way fratkuna usual sharp eyes soften when they land on you.
toji sees it.
and he hates it so bad.
one day he just leans against the doorway while you and fratkuna talk in the kitchen.
then mutters to fratkuna as he passes.
“you break her heart, I break cut your dick off.”
fratkuna just grins.
“relax. i know she's just cute.”
that somehow makes toji more concerned.
late night baking was a common thing in the fushiguro house.
it all starts because you mention you’re craving cake at like 1am.
fratkuna, who had been sprawled on the couch half asleep, immediately sits up.
“cake?”
next thing you know you’re both in the kitchen.
you’re sitting on the counter in baggy sweats and a loose white singlet falling off the side of your shoulder, whilst legs tucked up slightly.
hair messy from laying on the couch.
the kitchen light warm and quiet.
fratkuna stands beside the counter cutting strawberries with surprising skills of not cutting himself.
you’re focused on spreading cream over the first cake layer.
“more strawberries,” you mumble.
“you already used half the damn carton.”
“more please.”
he rolls his eyes but slides them toward you anyway.
occasionally you steal pieces and pop them into your mouth.
eventually you place the second layer on top and spread more cream.
fratkuna watches like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
when the cake is done you both stare at it proudly.
“looks kinda good,” he admits.
you cut a slice.
both of you eat it straight from the same plate and spoon, as he leans against the counter from where you sat.
strawberry cream smudged slightly on the corner of your lip.
fratkuna notices.
pauses.
then quietly wipes it off with his thumb.
you freeze.
he just acts nonchalant and finishes his bite.
when the frat slowly realise what’s happening they know fratkuna isn't going to give this up.
gojo walks in one night expecting chaos.
instead he sees fratkuna leaning against the counter while you ramble about something random whilst making brownies on the counter per usual.
fratkuna is listening.
actually listening.
gojo immediately texts the seperate group chat.
'SUKUNA HAS A CRUSH ON TOJI’S SISTER 🚨🚨‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️'
the responses are instant.
'welp he’s dead rip king😣'
'toji’s gonna murder him and his dick 🥺.'
fratkuna gets protective
one night you mention a guy flirting with you at a cafe.
fratkuna goes dead silent whilst glaring at the wall.
“what’d he look like?”
“why?”
“just asking.”
toji across the room laying on the couch unbothered spoke.
“you’re not killing anyone.”
“didn’t say I was.”
but when fratkuna realises he’s genuinely falling for you he know's he's in deep shit.
it happens during one of those quiet nights.
you’re sitting beside him half asleep watching a movie.
your head slowly tips against his shoulder.
you fall asleep there.
fratkuna freezes.
normally he’d move.
but instead he stays perfectly still so you don’t wake up.
hours later toji walks in.
sees you asleep against fratkuna.
sees fratkuna sitting there like asleep whilst you all cuddled up with him.
toji sighs then whispers to himself.
“….i hope he dies in his sleep”
and fratkuna slowly becomes part of your life more.
at first fratkuna coming over was occasional.
then it became normal.
toji would deadass walk downstairs and see fratkuna already sitting at the kitchen table while you made an iced strawberry matcha.
“morning,” fratkuna would mutter.
like he lived there.
toji just stared and slowly turned into a glare.
“why are you even here.”
“she said she was making pancakes...”
“I said maybe.” you softly said slurping your drink from the pantry.
“same thing.”
fratkuna lets you play with his hair
fratkuna does not let people touch him.
like ever.
gojo once tried to flick his hair and almost lost a hand.
but one afternoon you’re both sitting on the couch and you casually start braiding the little strands near his undercut while talking.
fratkuna sits there all mushed up and content.
the room is oddly quiet.
everyone expects him to snap at you.
instead he just sighs and leans back every now and then slightly so you can reach easier.
gojo whispers to geto in the kitchen.
“we just witnessed a historical event…”
you’re also the only one who can calm him down
fratkuna gets into fights.
like a lot.
sometimes he storms into the house already irritated.
jaw tight. shoulders tense.
everyone else gives him space.
but you just walk over and gently poke his arm.
“you look grumpy.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
he exhales slowly.
then mutters:
“…can you just sit with me for a bit.”
and toji is slowly realising
toji thought it would be some dumb little crush.
everyone thought fratkuna was just messing around.
but months pass.
and fratkuna is still coming over.
still baking with you.
still bringing you random snacks or drinks he saw you liked.
one night toji sees fratkuna quietly covering a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch.
toji just stares from the hallway.
then mutters under his breath.
“…well fuck.”
because that doesn’t look like a temporary thing.
fratkuna quietly brings you things
he never makes a big deal about it.
but if you mention liking something once?
he remembers.
your favorite strawberries.
a specific brand of chocolate.
that weird tea you drink.
suddenly it starts appearing in the kitchen.
you’ll hold it up.
“did you buy this?” raising a brow questioning him, even though you know he bought it
fratkuna just shrugs from the couch.
“maybe.”
movie nights with the boys are chaotic.
yelling.
arguing about what to watch.
gojo throwing popcorn at nanami
but the moment you sit beside fratkuna?
he automatically lifts his arm along the back of the couch behind you.
quietly touching your shoulder and rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
but its clearly protective gesture.
if the movie gets scary and you instinctively lean closer.
fratkuna pretends he doesn’t notice.
but his hand slowly slides down so it’s resting near your arm.
but fratkuna gets jealous but won’t admit it.
one day one of toji’s friends from another frat flirts with you.
harmless.
joking.
but fratkuna sees it.
suddenly he’s standing beside you.
big.
silent.
staring at the guy.
the guy slowly backs away.
later you tease him.
“were you super jelly?”
fratkuna scoffs.
“of that idiot?”
pausing quietly but quickly adds on.
“…don’t talk to him again.”
studying together never worked
you sit at the dining table surrounded by notes and textbooks.
fratkuna absolutely not studying.
he’s just sitting there scrolling his phone.
occasionally he looks over.
“you’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.”
“i’m thinking.”
“…looks painful.”
you kick his leg under the table.
but when you finally understand something you get excited and start explaining it to him.
fratkuna has no idea what you’re talking about especially about what stuff goes on in the frontal lobe... like what the hell is brocas area..
but he watches you smile and ramble and he nods like he understands one thing.
the frat boys teasing him
but one this is, that they’ll never let him live it down.
gojo walks into the kitchen one day.
sees fratkuna helping you wash strawberries.
“wow.”
fratkuna glares.
a way of him saying 'come any closer or say anything i'll chop yo dick off'
gojo continues though!
“didn’t know how the domestic life suited you.”
“say one more thing and im removing you off the netflix family plan.”
“okay future househusband.”
the first time fratkuna realises he’s protective... I mean we all know he is…
you’re carrying a heavy grocery bag inside.
fratkuna immediately takes it from you.
“you’re gonna hurt your arms.”
“it’s not THAT heavy.”
he lifts it easily with one hand.
“it is for you.”
you pout.
fratkuna sighs.
“…fine. you can carry the toilet paper I guess”
you and fratkuna are in the kitchen again late at night.
baking something stupid at 2am.
music playing quietly from the tv that choso left on by accident.
you’re laughing while trying to pipe cream onto the cake.
fratkuna is standing close behind you helping guide your hand.
the moment is soft.
quiet.
a little too intimate.
then suddenly
toji of course walks in.
both of you freeze.
slowly steps back.
toji looks between you both.
silence.
then he just grabs a protein bar from the pantry.
“…i’m watching you both”
and walks out.
you whisper quietly
“what is he on about we're making cake for yuji?”
fratkuna snorts.
“he thinks we're fucking on the counter probably.”
this is fratkuna favourite thing in the world becomes those quiet kitchen nights.
you sitting on the counter.
legs swinging.
talking about random things.
him cutting fruit or stirring batter.
no frat chaos.
no fighting.
just you and him.
and he realises something that kinda scares him.
he’d choose this over any party.
this is when fratkuna finally realises he can’t keep pretending
but fratkuna tried to ignore it for months.
the way he always ended up next to you.
the way he noticed every small thing about you.
the way his chest felt weirdly tight whenever you laughed with someone else.
he told himself it was just a crush.
except it never faded.
if anything it got worse.
one night the frat was out at a party but you stayed home because you weren’t feeling like going.
fratkuna claimed parties were “boring” suddenly and stayed too.
it was quiet.
you were in the kitchen again, because somehow that always happened.
making brownies this time.
you were sitting on the counter like usual, legs swinging.
fratkuna standing between your legs whilst you were mixing batter.
“you’re gonna spill it,” he mutters.
“i’m not.”
you lean forward to peek into the bowl and accidentally bump your head into his shoulder.
twisting around he held your face.
and suddenly now you’re very close.
neither of you moves.
you're pouting from hitting your head.
yet your voice gets softer.
“kuna…”
he’s staring at you like he’s debating something in his head.
then he sighs like he’s giving up a losing battle then doing the triangle method (iykykykykykykykk).
“you’re gonna get me killed.”
“what?”
but before you can finish he leans in and kisses you.
slow.
careful.
like he’s testing if it’s real.
when he pulls back you’re still staring at him wide eyed.
“…we’re definitely dead if ji finds out.”
fratkuna just smirks.
“worth it.”
after that kiss you two become secretly inseparable.
but because of toji you tried to hide it.
you both mutually agreed and let toji figure himself.
which is hard when fratkuna naturally gravitates toward you.
he sits too close.
his hand lingers on your waist when he passes by.
he automatically grabs things for you.
you two share food constantly.
the frat boys notice immediately.
the frat figures it out
and ofc gojo is the first.
one night he walks into the living room.
sees you asleep with your head on fratkuna chest.
fratkuna is gently playing with your hair then kissing your forehead whilst watching TV.
gojo slowly backs out of the room.
then runs quietly upstairs to geto's room where choso and him smoke a blunt.
whisper yelling at the both of them
“THEY’RE DATING.”
within ten minutes the entire frat knows except toji of course.
they all make a silent agreement.
do not tell toji.
because fratkuna may survive a fight with him.
the rest of them definitely wouldn’t.
and now fratkuna becomes openly protective.. i mean he was originally protective in private to himself.. but uh he was very open about it no matter what
once you two start dating he gets worse about it.
always keeping an eye on you at parties.
guiding you through crowds with a hand on your back.
if someone gets too close?
fratkuna appears out of nowhere.
arm casually wrapping around your shoulders.
the message is very clear.
but the first time you sleep over in his room.
technically you’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.
but this is different.
you’re in his room.
laying on his bed.
he’s much bigger than you so when he pulls you into his chest you almost disappear against him and the bedding itself.
fratkuna pretends he’s not soft.
but the way his arm stays wrapped around you the whole night says otherwise.
if you shift even slightly he instinctively pulls you closer.
but.... it was closer by the second that toji was going to find out.
one morning you walk downstairs half asleep wearing one of fratkuna hoodies.
the boys at the table all freeze.
gojo slowly looks up and whispers
“are u joking its 9am on a sunday”
fratkuna walks in behind you.
sees the room staring.
then glares.
everyone instantly looks down at their phones like nothing happened.
but when toji finally finds out
it happens in the dumbest way possible.
fratkuna and you sitting on the couch beside watching something.
absentmindedly holding his hand.
toji walks in.
pauses.
looks down.
looks back up.
silence.
“why are you holding his hand he's got cooties.”
both of you freeze.
fratkuna doesn’t let go but rather squeezes it.
toji slowly turns toward him.
“…sukuna.”
the room gets very tense.
“we’re about to witness a murder.”
someone whispers
yet toji drags fratkuna outside.
out of all frat guys, gojo goes to the windows to watch whilst the others were outside or not bothered.
you watched nervously.
outside toji grabs fratkuna by the collar.
“out of everyone you could’ve chosen—”
fratkuna interrupts calmly staying chill.
“relax.”
“relax?”
“i’m not messing around with her.”
toji studies him raising a brow for a long moment.
fratkuna doesn’t look joking.
doesn’t look cocky either.
just serious.
finally toji exhales shoving him away.
“…if she cries because of you just know you're dying in the backyard .”
fratkuna smirks.
“she won’t i mean not in a bad way....”
except he whispered that last bit
toji reluctantly accepts it
he still glares at fratkuna constantly.
but he lets it happen.
mostly because he sees how happy you are.
and how fratkuna actually treats you gently.
one day toji walks into the kitchen and sees sukuna helping you bake again.
he sighs.
“…this is the weirdest thing ever.”
sukuna’s favourite thing used to be drinking, smoking, gym, ladies off his arm
NOTE: I’m so down bad for this man 😋 just gimme one day alone with him fr. This is just something short lol lmk if you guys want more details of our lovely couple.
The first thing everyone in town noticed after Sukuna got married was that he smiled now.
Not the usual crooked, sharp grin he used when bargaining with suppliers or scaring off competitors. It morphed into something warmer, into something only a loving husband could have. A quiet curl of his lips that only really showed itself when you were nearby, tucked into the crook of his arm or trailing behind him in the marketplace with a basket hooked over your elbow.
Ryomen Sukuna had always been a big man—broad shoulders carved from years of hauling crates, forearms corded with muscle from tilling soil and hauling irrigation pipes under the summer sun. Ever since boyhood all he’s known is the growing ache of his muscles. His presence alone could silence a rowdy bar. Kids used to scatter when they saw him walking down the road.
Now they stared instead, whispering and giggling as he slowed his long strides just to match yours.
“You don’t need to carry that,” he muttered one afternoon, already reaching for the basket of fresh peaches you’d insisted on holding.
“I can carry fruit, Sukuna,” you huffed, trying to keep your grip. “I’m not made of glass.”
He pried the basket from your hands anyway, fingers brushing your knuckles. The moment your skin touched, his ears went faintly pink, and he cleared his throat, suddenly fascinated by a cloud in the distance.
“Please hun.” he whispered. With his silent plea, how could you not relent the basket to him
The shopkeeper behind the stall snorted.
“Honeymoon phase’s hitting you hard, Sukuna.”
Sukuna glared, but his hand slipped around yours as you walked away, calloused thumb rubbing slow circles into your palm.
–
Back at the farm, the air smelled of the familiar scent of the warm earth and ripening tomatoes. Rows of green stretched as far as you could see, leaves fluttering lazily in the breeze. Sukuna’s land was the pride of the region, everyone knew his produce was the best, plumper and sweeter than anything grown in neighboring towns. Restaurants fought over his deliveries, and caterers practically begged for his strawberries and herbs whenever it was in season.
He never bragged about it, the demand just seemed to make him work harder.
Especially now.
You found him in the fields most mornings before sunrise, white shirt already damp with sweat, muscles flexing as he hoisted crates onto the back of his truck. The first time you’d come out in your sleep set, wearing your fuzzy slipper, rubbing your eyes and offering him a thermos of tea, he’d nearly dropped a box of cucumbers on his foot.
“You shouldn’t be out here hun,” he’d grumbled, eyes refusing to meet the bare stretch of your legs. “You’ll catch a chill.” His arms wrap around your waist while his other hand wipes his forehead with the towel around his shoulder.
“It’s summer,” you laughed, pressing the thermos into his hands. “And I wanted to see you before you left.”
He’d stared at you like you’d just confessed something life-changing, then reached out awkwardly, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist.
You’d barely grazed his skin.
He’d gone still completely, utterly still before melting like butter in the sun, shoulders relaxing, expression softening in a way you were starting to realize only you ever saw.
–
By midsummer, your quiet farm had become lively in a way it never had before.
Toji Fushiguro, your closest neighbor, had taken to dropping by in the evenings with his wife and their three-year-old son, Megumi. Toji was one of the few men who’d never been intimidated by Sukuna; he leaned against your porch railing like he owned the place, sipping beer and smirking while the two of them argued over crop prices and weather forecasts.
Megumi toddled after you constantly, small fingers clinging to the hem of your dress.
“‘Kuna’s scary,” he whispered once, peeking around your leg as Sukuna stomped in from the fields, boots caked with dirt.
Sukuna froze mid-step, clearly having heard him.
You crouched, gently guiding Megumi’s little hand toward Sukuna’s.
“He’s only scary to people who steal his pumpkins.”
Megumi blinked up at Sukuna, then pressed his tiny palm against Sukuna’s huge one.
Sukuna’s entire face went blank, completely unreadable. Then, slowly, carefully, he closed his fingers just enough to hold the child’s hand without crushing it.
Toji nearly choked on his drink laughing.
–
The real chaos arrived when his nephews came to stay for the summer.
Yuji burst through the front door like a hurricane, all sunshine smiles and loud greetings, immediately hugging you. Choso followed behind, a quieter boy but equally affectionate, offering to help with anything around the house or fields.
Within days, the farm was filled with shouting, running feet, and the sound of boys arguing over who got the last slice of watermelon.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart ache a little, in a wonderful way.
One afternoon, you stood on the porch watching Yuji chase Megumi through the yard while Choso set up a crooked sprinkler that sprayed water in uneven arcs. Their laughter carried across the fields, bright and infectious.
Sukuna stepped up behind you, a glass of cold lemonade in his hand. His shadow swallowed yours where it fell across the wooden boards.
“You’re staring too much,” he said gruffly, offering you the drink.
“They’re cute,” you replied, resting your shoulder against his arm. “Your family is so loud.”
“They’re pests,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.
You watched Yuji scoop Megumi up, spinning him until both of them collapsed into the grass, giggling.
“…It feels nice, though,” you added softly.
Sukuna went quiet.
His fingers twitched at his side, then lifted, hesitating before settling on your lower back. The touch was careful, almost shy, for someone who could lift a hay bale like it weighed nothing.
“…You want one?” he asked suddenly, voice rougher than usual.
You blinked, turning your head to look at him. “One what?”
He gestured vaguely with his nose towards the yard, ears turning red.
“A kid. One of our own.”
Your heart skipped.
You hadn’t expected him to say it so bluntly, but this was Sukuna after all, a man who struggled to say “I love you” without looking like he’d swallowed a rock.
“You’d be a scary dad,” you teased gently.
He scoffed. “I’d be a great dad.”
“You’d intimidate their friends. Goodness knows what you’d do if we ever have a baby girl”
“They shouldn’t be weak enough to get scared by a glare.”
You laughed, and the sound seemed to soften something in his chest. His arm slid around your waist more confidently now, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his front.
“…If you want one,” he repeated more quietly, lips near your ear, “we can try, it’s not like we already aren’t.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
Down in the yard, Yuji shouted as the sprinkler tipped over and soaked him entirely, Megumi squealing in delight, his earlier efforts of trying to not wet his new shorts forgotten. Choso groaned and chased after them with a towel.
You leaned back into Sukuna, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“…Maybe we should,” you murmured.
Sukuna’s breath hitched.
The toughest farmer in three counties, feared by suppliers and admired by chefs, nearly dropped the sweating glass of lemonade in his hand.
Then he buried his face in your hair, arms tightening around you like you were something fragile and precious and entirely his.
“Good,” he muttered, voice thick. “Real good.”
And out in the fields, under the wide summer sky, the crops swayed gently in the breeze, fat and thriving, just like everything Sukuna had built for the life the two of you were growing together, and soon the big house will feel much smaller with more bodies.
Farmer! Sukuna and his cute lil wifey! Reader that he just got married to. They’re definitely in their honey moon phase and everyone can tell.
He’s a big man and incredibly intimidating, painfully obvious that he’s been toughened by hard labour but he turns into a mess of sweet mush when his wife grazes his skin.
He’s earned plenty for a comfortable life, restaurants around town, locals, and any catering business always wants his top tier produce and ingredients. He sells the best and the most abundant. Farmer! Sukuna never slacks off, especially now that he has a lady to spoil.
His neighbours, Toji Fushiguro, his wife, and their three year old son, Megumi, are the closest people around, they love coming over for dinners and a couple of drinks. Especially now that it’s the summer and Sukuna’s nephews (Yuji, and Choso) are back to spend some time with their favourite (only) uncle.
The rascals running around almost make you feel like you want a little troublemaker of your own! I’m sure your hubs can help with that 😋
NOTE: guys I wanna make this freaking fic 20k words long. Help me. (I’m where I want to be)
♡ sukuna introducing his girlfriend to his nephews !
yuji and choso have known sukuna has been seeing someone for the past few weeks, but what they don’t know is that today is the first time he’s bringing you over… he conveniently forgot to mention it.
you step in behind him, giving them a polite little wave. you look completely out of place next to someone as large and intimidating as him.
yuji freezes mid-run across the living room and choso straightens from the couch.
sukuna clicks his tongue after introducing you. “you better behave.”
you smile at them. “hi.. i’ve heard a lot about you two.”
yuji stares.
stares.
then slowly walks closer.
“…you’re uncle ‘kuna’s girlfriend?”
“yes i am.” you kneel to meet his eyes.
he squints at sukuna. then back at you.
“…you‘re too pretty.”
sukuna‘s eye twitches. “excuse you?”
“you are,” yuji insists, nodding seriously at you. “he‘s big and mean and he yells a lot.”
“yuji,” sukuna growls.
“and he snores!” the small boy continues, becoming more fidgety by the second. “and he steals my snacks even though he says he doesn’t like sweet things but he does, he ate my strawberry mochi and blamed choso—”
“i did not blame—”
“and one time he tripped over the porch step but told me not to tell anyone—”
sukuna grabs yuji by the back of his shirt before he can continue. “that‘s enough.”
you‘re covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.
yuji wiggles in sukuna‘s grip, still talking. “he also stays up late on the couch and thinks i don’t notice but he checks on us before he goes to bed.”
sukuna goes very still.
“…he does?” you ask gently.
sukuna sets yuji down slowly, jaw tight. “brat talks too much.”
yuji walks back over to you, completely unbothered. “you‘re really really pretty. like princess pretty.”
sukuna makes a strangled noise. “stop calling her—”
“and you smell nice,” yuji adds. “uncle ‘kuna smells like smoke.”
“i am right here.”
choso steps forward. “are you sure you‘re fine with him? you can totally tell us if he‘s too m—”
”eh? what’d you wanna say?” sukuna’s about to grab choso by the collar.
“very sure,” you snicker before anything happens.
yuji grabs your hand without hesitation. “okay. you can stay. but if he’s mean to you, tell me. i’ll bite him.”
“you will not bite me.”
yuji beams up at you. “he acts scary but he’s not that scary. only a little scary.”
choso nods. “he is moderately scary.”
“i am extremely scary,” sukuna snaps.
you grin. “i can see that.”
yuji gasps. “oh! and he practices smiling in the mirror sometimes—”
“I DO NOT.”
choso looks amused. “…he does.”
sukuna lunges. yuji shrieks and hides behind you instantly.
“protect me!” he cries dramatically. “you‘re too pretty to let me die!”
you‘re laughing so hard now you can barely stand.
sukuna stops inches away, staring at the two of you like he deeply regrets ever introducing you to them.
“…i’m leaving.”
“you live here,” choso replies.
sukuna pauses.
“…i’m moving out.”
yuji grabs your hand again. “so are you coming over tomorrow again?”
sukuna groans. “hell n—”
“i’d love to!” you interrupt him, as yuji’s already dragging you toward his room, excited to show you his entire dinosaur collection.
Last week I asked my dad if he remembers sneaking me into the cinema to see Deep Rising in 1998. He said he thought so but didn't remember which cinema it was. He was stunned that I not only remembered the exact cinema but also the time of day and the shirt I was wearing.
Today I forgot what someone told me over the phone even though the conversation ended 3 seconds ago.
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