Two Faces, One bad boy prt 36.
“Mommy! Mommy, wake up! Please!”
“Y/N, Kaishi’s here now…please...please be here too.”
The voices bled through the darkness, tugging at you, soft yet desperate.
Your body felt heavy, pinned down by something invisible but slowly...so slowly you clawed your way back.
A steady beep echoed beside you, followed by the faint hiss of air through an oxygen mask.
Your lashes fluttered open.
The world felt hazy at first.
Edges blurred like you were looking through glass fogged with your own breath. Blinking hard, your vision sharpened just enough to catch the outline of a couch across the room.
A tall, muscular figure sat there, slumped in a restless sleep, his broad frame folded into an uncomfortable position.
Your eyes struggled to focus, vision sharpening just enough to catch a smear of pink in the blur of the man’s head bowed forward. Even without clarity, your chest knew.
You blinked again, the sterile light above confirming what your blurry vision already hinted.
The question spiraled, fragments clawing their way back into your head. The gunshot. The image of Sukuna. Renji. And your boys. Your sons.
Your chest tightened, panic urging you to sit up. But the moment the bed creaked beneath your movement, Sukuna stirred.
His head lifted slowly, crimson eyes narrowing into a sharp, irritated glare. The kind of cold authority only a king could carry when woken from his hard-won sleep.
You froze and watched as je rubbed his eyes, lazy and annoyed, until his gaze sharpened more and landed squarely on you.
Awake. Sitting there. Eyes open.
Sukuna's breath hitched and for once he looked shaken. The mask cracked. He jolted forward, colliding softly with the side of the bed as his arms went around you, clutching you tight against him.
Your small whimper broke through.
But Sukuna doesn't let go, voice rough, breaking against your hair as he pressed his face into your shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Y/N…you scared me.”
You managed a small smile, raising your weak arm to return his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing the back of his hair in soft strokes.
Sukuna’s tensed body eased under your touch, a deep exhale shuddering through him. He pressed his face into your locks, inhaling you like an addict finally reunited with the drug he’d been starved of.
You whispered, your voice raspy.
His reply was quiet, almost reluctant.
“Long enough for me. You were out for a day.”
You smiled faintly at his answer, comforted but then the thought struck you like lightning.
“The boys…are the boys okay?”
Sukuna finally pulled back, though only slightly. He shifted onto the edge of the bed, crimson eyes steady on you as he nodded.
“They’re fine. They’re in pediatric with mom and dad. Don’t worry…they’re safe.”
His palm cupped your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. His gaze softened, weighed with unspoken guilt.
“How are you feeling? You went through....hell, back in the mansion. I’m…sorry I...left you and the boys like that.”
His voice faltered, regret bleeding into every word.
You shook your head gently, recognizing his self-blame always creeping in. But you knew better now.
Covering his hand with your own, you nuzzled into his palm, reassuring him with your warmth.
“It’s okay. You brought our son back just like you promised. And you both came home safe. That's what matters to me.”
Your other hand reached up to hold his face, guiding his gaze back to yours. His expression flickered, still regretful but softened, touched by your words.
“still...she could have been killed you.”
Sukuna muttered, the weight of those words almost breaking through his calm.
You let out a faint smirk despite the heaviness of the moment.
“Me? Killed? Even the gun couldn’t end me.”
His crimson eyes searched yours, a low scoff escaping him but the corner of his mouth tugged upward.
The way you said it. Defiant, proud, alive only made his chest tighten more. He shook his head, brushing your hair back with surprising gentleness.
He murmured, though his voice softened. Slowly Sukuna leaning close to your face.
You leaned into his touch, as his lips met yours tenderly, sealing the moment in a kiss that carried all the fear, relief and love neither of you could put into words.
Sukuna eventually reached over and pressed the call button. A soft chime rang, and not long after, the door opened to reveal a male nurse stepping inside with a clipboard in hand.
The nurse greeted warmly.
“It’s good to finally see you awake. I’ll just need to check your vitals before calling the doctor.”
You nodded, adjusting slightly on the bed but Sukuna’s crimson eyes narrowed immediately, following the nurse’s every step like a hawk circling prey.
The nurse wheeled closer, setting his clipboard down.
“If you could just give me your hand for your pulse—”
But Sukuna didn’t move. His large hand stayed clamped protectively over yours, thumb brushing your skin. His gaze sharpened like a warning blade.
The nurse froze, blinking nervously, caught between duty and the man’s piercing glare.
“Uh… sir, it’s just procedure—”
Sukuna leaned back slightly but his eyes never softened.
“Then figure out another procedure.”
You exhaled softly, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it, even as the poor nurse shifted awkwardly in his stance.
You muttered, tilting your head at him, a quiet plea for him to calm down.
You then lifted your free hand, the unburdened one on Sukuna’s right and nudged it toward the nurse with the smallest, encouraging smile you could manage.
It was a simple, civilized gesture but the way Sukuna’s shoulders tensed said everything. His eyes snapped from the nurse’s face to your outstretched palm and back again, every inch of him calculating.
He didn’t move his hand off yours, instead he shadowed the nurse’s movements with the intensity of a predator watching prey.
The nurse, awkward but relieved, took your offered hand and began to work. Fingers for pulse, a cuff for blood pressure, the little thermometer click-and-count. He kept his touch clinical, careful because he knew, instinctively, that one wrong move would finish him.
Sukuna’s jaw worked, his breathing was quiet, controlled but there was iron under that stillness.
When the nurse’s fingers brushed your wrist a fraction too firmly, Sukuna’s eyes flicked like a live wire. He didn’t unleash. Not yet. Instead he leaned forward, a hair, the kind of warning that said I’ll fold you in half and smile while I do it.
You didn’t know why he was acting so possessively all of a sudden. He was always protective, yes, but this? This was different. His glare had been sharp enough to slice through the poor nurse, his grip on your hand almost desperate like he was seconds away from lashing out.
He wasn’t just being territorial. He had nearly lost you. He watched you bleed, saw you on the edge of slipping away. Now that you were awake, breathing, talking…of course he wasn’t about to let anyone touch you, not even with harmless hands.
You softened instantly, your chest aching at the realization. Using the hand he held so tightly, you guided his head gently toward your shoulder, coaxing him down.
And though Sukuna leaned into you, his body finally relaxing against your touch, his eyes never left the nurse. Crimson and sharp, they flickered over every movement, every time the man adjusted the cuff, every time he reached for the chart.
But somehow you felt his breath steady against your neck.
“The doctor will arrive soon.”
The nurse finished efficiently with a bow and withdrew as if a storm had passed.
Sukuna’s glare lightened. His thumb rubbing the back of your hand for a beat longer, still watching the nurse with a slow, dangerous patience until the man backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Only then did Sukuna allow himself the smallest, crooked grin—half apology, half possessive triumph.
“Do you...want anyhting? Water?"
He asked and you shook your head.
His voice was low but insistent, his eyes searching your face for the smallest flicker of discomfort.
“Soup, maybe? Or do you want me to get something fresh made? Korean? Italian?”
You chuckled softly at how quickly he shifted from predator to caretaker.
“Sukuna, I just woke up. I’m not even sure what I can eat yet.”
He grunted, clearly not satisfied, and set the cup back down.
“Bathroom? Do you need to go? I’ll carry you if you want.”
Your eyes widened a little.
“You’re not walking anywhere.”
He cut you off firmly, already straightening like he meant to lift you right out of the bed.
You had to press your hand against his chest to stop him.
“Relax, I’ll tell you when I need it. Just sit down, will you?”
He hesitated, jaw tight, then finally sank into the chair at your side again. Still, his hand never left yours, thumb rubbing over your knuckles like he had to reassure himself you were really here.
“You scared the shit out of me,”
He muttered after a beat, eyes flicking to the monitor, then back to your face.
“So don’t ask me to relax.”
You sighed, head sinking deeper into the pillow as a random craving pushed its way into your mind.
“Lowkey…I think I want steak.”
Sukuna blinked, then scoffed.
“I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to eat right now.”
You pouted but before you could argue, silence stretched for a beat until his lips quirked.
“...But now that you mentioned it, I lowkey want one too.”
You raised a brow at him.
Without answering, Sukuna slid a hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up with Renji’s name, and you chuckled at how casual he looked typing a message.
He muttered under his breath, thumbs moving fast.
But then reality hits you and you pouted, lips curving into a mock frown.
“What if I'm not allowed to eat it?”
He shrugged, deadpan but smug.
Your jaw dropped as you let out a little whine, smacking his arm weakly.
Sukuna chuckled at your reaction, low and warm, the sound carrying that rare softness he reserved only for you.
Not long after, the door opened and the doctor entered with a wide smile carrying this vibrant aura while followed by a nervous male nurse from earlier.
“Ah~ finally, what a relief! those beautiful eyes of yours are finally awake!”
The doctor announced cheerfully.
At once, Sukuna’s crimson gaze sharpened, his hand sliding over yours and curling tight around it like a warning.
“Your husband here was worried sick about you, to a point where he was close to killing me if you didn’t wake up soon.”
He laughed at his own joke, trying to ease the room. But no one else laughed with him.
Sukuna’s expression was unamused, only turned his head slightly, his crimson eyes cutting toward you. The look was brief but enough to tell you that what the doctor said was true.
If you hadn’t opened your eyes, he wouldn’t have been here joking about it.
Even the male nurse behind the doctor knew that.
Your lips parted, a nervous laugh slipping out to fill the silence.
“Well then, let's proceed. Can you tell me your name?”
You answered quietly, your voice raspy but steady.
“Excellent. Do you know where you are?”
He asked again, gently pressing the stethoscope to your chest as he listened.
You muttered, brows knitting.
He nodded with approval, jotting something onto his clipboard.
“That’s correct. You lost a considerable amount of blood the day you were bought here which was 2 days ago, which is why you were unconscious for so long. It’s normal to feel weak or lightheaded right now. Your vitals are now stable. Your heart, your oxygen, everything looks good.”
Sukuna’s shoulders loosened at the doctor’s reassurance. His grip on your hand eased just slightly, though he still refused to let go.
“We’ll keep you on IV fluids and monitor your blood count. For now, only light food and water until your body adjusts. You’ll make a full recovery if you rest.”
You nodded faintly now knowing you wouldn't be able to eat that stake and flicked your eyes toward Sukuna who playfully gave you a shrug of Oh well, more for me.
The doctor glanced down at the chart again, flipping a page before looking back at you with a lighter expression.
“And there’s more good news,”
He said carefully, his tone softening as though he knew the weight of the words.
“The baby also survived. Congratulations.”
The words seemed to echo in the sterile air of the room.
Your body went still, your fingers tightening slightly against Sukuna’s hand. You stared at the doctor, unsure if you’d heard him correctly.
You whispered, your voice strained and small.
Beside you, Sukuna froze. His hand, which had been steady and protective this whole time, stiffened around yours. His crimson eyes snapped to the doctor, unreadable, then flicked back down to you searching, almost demanding confirmation that he hadn’t misheard.
The doctor, oblivious to your confusion, smiled again.
“It’s actually very rare, given the trauma but both you and the baby are stable. Although we’ll run additional tests to be sure but for now, this is very good news.”
Your lips parted but no sound came out. Your mind blanked as your free hand instinctively moving down toward your abdomen as if to confirm the truth yourself.
Sukuna simply stared at you then on your abdomen, his expression caught somewhere between shock, calculation and something you couldn’t quite place.
But He could read it...the raw shock painted across your face, the disbelief trembling in your fingers. You hadn’t known. Just as blindsided as he was.
Slowly, almost cautiously, his arms came around you. It wasn’t the crushing embrace from earlier, it was measured, tentative, like he was holding something fragile. But his body betrayed him...stiff, tense, heavy with his own shock.
You blinked fast, vision blurring as your chest tightened. The weight of his hold cracked something in you and you finally lifted your arms, gripping onto his shoulders like you might fall apart without them. The tremor in your hands pressed into his skin.
Sukuna pressed his chin into your hair, his breath uneven against you. He didn’t say a word, not yet. Neither of you could.
The doctor lingered only a beat, misreading the silence for awe rather than shock.
“I’ll let you have your moment.”
He said gently, a soft smile pulling at his lips. He turned, motioning to the nurse with a nod. Together, the two quietly slipped out of the room, the door shutting behind them with a muted click.
Your voice cracked as tears formed at the corners of your eyes.
The words trembled out, heavy with shock, guilt, and regret. How could you not have known you’d been carrying something so fragile all this time?
Sukuna hushed softly, his arms tightening around you. His voice, rough as it was, carried a gentleness you rarely heard.
“It’s okay. What matters now is that you survived—both of you.”
His crimson gaze softened, then a scoff slipped out of him, unexpected and shaky. He started to chuckle, almost in disbelief, as tears stung the corners of his own eyes.
“This is amazing…this is a damn miracle. A blessing.”
You laughed too, weak and broken through your tears, nodding as your chest shook.
The words felt strange on your tongue but they made the tears spill faster, warm against your cheeks.
Sukuna said with a cheer in his voice, something rare and unguarded.
He pulled back just enough to see you, his hands cupping your face. His thumbs brushed at the wetness clinging to the corners of your eyes, rough fingertips surprisingly careful. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss so careful it felt reverent, like he was sealing the promise of this miracle with you.
The door opened and in came Renji, Toshi, and Shinji carrying three big takeout bags, the smell of charred steak and butter trailing in with them.
But what they walked into was not what they expected.
You were sitting up in bed, hair slightly messy but tucked away neatly in Sukuna’s hand as he held it back with one arm, while his other hand expertly fed you slices of tender bulgogi with chopsticks. On the tray in front of you sat bowls of seaweed soup and rice, steam curling in the air.
Renji grinned, cocking his brow.
“This is a different level of princess treatment we have going on here.”
You looked up with rice stuck to your cheek, smiling sheepishly.
Sukuna didn’t even look at them. He simply reached down, plucked the grain of rice off your cheek, and popped it into his mouth like it was second nature.
“Did you get food for everyone?”
Sukuna finally asked, turning his crimson gaze on Renji and the man held up the bags.
“Three from the steakhouse. Two medium rare and Three well dones.”
Sukuna muttered watching Renji set them on the counter then handed one to him.
You put your bowl down for a moment, reaching for the hand that had been holding your hair and tucked the strand behind your hospital gown yourself, freeing Sukuna so he could eat.
“How are you feeling, Princess?”
Shinji asked softly, stepping closer to the other side of the bed.
“I feel great now that I started eating.”
You half-joked, earning a chuckle from him.
Renji smirked, already unpacking his own food.
“Our badass princess keeps proving more and more why the boss chose her.”
Sukuna opened his container and took a long sniff, savoring it. The aroma of grilled steak made your stomach twist in envy.
You pouted and reached out with your chopsticks to steal a bite...only for Sukuna to immediately block you with his own.
His voice was sharp, warning.
You whined, poking at him again.
He clicked his tongue, swatting your chopsticks away with his like it was a sword fight. Then, to avoid your sneak attack, he stood up and took a step back.
Shinji, unwrapping his own steak, glanced up and offered.
“I’m pretty sure I read somewhere you’re allowed to eat steak for strength when you wake up.”
He said sliding a container toward Toshi.
You teased, grinning smugly and grabbed Sukuna's arm pulling him closer but he raises his arm so you wouldn't reach.
He was dead serious. His glare dropped, tone sharp, leaving no room for argument.
“You’re not allowed to eat medium rare when you’re pregnant.”
The room fell silent. Toshi and Shinji froze mid-bite while Renji started choking from the news.
After the meal mixed with the stories of the doctors diagnoses, Renji slowly lowered himself onto the edge of your bed, his usually sharp expression softened into awe.
“You’re made of steel. Are you not, Ai?”
You chuckled faintly at his words, your head tilting to rest against Sukuna’s shoulder.
He had shifted onto the bed beside you, one arm tucked lazily behind his head. Two empty steak containers sat discarded on the table and now with his eyelids shut, his chest rose and fell steadily as he dozed off like a lion that had eaten his fill.
Toshi added quietly, leaning on the rail at your left. His eyes flicked up toward you, full of a kind of reverence, like he couldn’t quite believe you were still here.
From the back of the room, Shinji was stuffing the empty takeout boxes into the trash.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to have three more...”
He called out with a smirk.
That broke the heaviness. You all chuckled because with your history, who could really be sure? You had three at once on your first time. Who knew how many might come this time?
But then your thoughts sobered. You shifted slightly, your voice hesitant.
“What happened, by the way? Is…Yorozu…dead?”
That name stirred the air.
Sukuna muttered, his voice gravelly with disinterest.
Renji leaned back against the mattress, answering instead.
“She’s detained at some jail hospital Mrs. Kaoru’s connections arranged. They want to keep her alive a while, to make her pay properly for what she’s done.”
Shinji plopped down beside Renji, adding with a laugh.
“And she looks like a mummy. Her whole face bandaged up. You really did a number on her.”
Your heart jumped at that and suddenly memories began flashing, the moment Ryoichi’s cheek was scratched, the ringing in your ears, the chaos. Your head throbbed violently as you tried to remember it all, but the harder you tried the sharper the pain became. You flinched, hand clutching your temple.
Immediately, Sukuna felt you flinched. His eyes opened and gaze cut across the room, crimson and sharp. The glare he leveled at Renji and Shinji was enough to make both men freeze.
He clicked his tongue, shifting upright and pulling you firmly against his chest.
The weight of his warning was enough to send Renji elbowing Shinji in panic.
Sukuna ordered like shooing away dogs and pulling the covers over the two of you and tucking you close against his side.
The trio shuffled away without protest, Renji and Shinji jostling each other toward the couch while Toshi dimmed the lights before slipping out the balcony for a smoke.
Sukuna’s hand stayed pressed firm against your back, dragging slow circles, grounding you each time your breathing hitched from the pain. He pressed another kiss to your damp temple, voice dropping to a low rumble only meant for you.
His thumb grazed your cheekbone, brushing away the tear that had slipped past your closed lids.
“It's okay, I’ve got you. The boys are fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine now. You don’t need to think about anything else. Just rest, for the both of you.”
Your hand curled weakly into the fabric of his shirt, holding on like his heartbeat was the only anchor you trusted.
Sukuna adjusted you gently, sliding you higher up his chest so your ear pressed against the steady thrum under his skin. His warmth sank into you, wrapping tighter than the blankets.
Only your uneven breaths, slowly starting to match the rhythm of his chest.
Sukuna exhaled against your crown, the rough edge in him softening again as his arm tightened around your waist.
When you woke again, the room was quiet, bathed in the silver glow of the night sky pouring through the balcony doors. You blinked, searching the dim space for Sukuna, but he was nowhere in sight.
A soft knock came at the door. You thought it might just be a nurse or doctor checking in but then the knock came again, firmer this time.
From the bathroom, a flush echoed, followed by Sukuna’s voice.
He stepped out, toweling his hands, and the moment his eyes landed on you awake, he broke into a small, relieved smile.
You stretched your arms and returned it, your lips curling weakly but warmly.
The door opened, and instead of staff, three small voices chirped in unison.
Your sons rushed in, their little footsteps pattering across the floor.
Sukuna crouched immediately, opening his arms wide, and they crashed into him, giggling and wrapping their arms around his neck. He held all three tight, burying his face briefly in their hair before looking up.
He said casually, just as Kaoru entered behind them, carrying a basket of fruit. She leaned in to hug him before spotting you.
At the word, the boys turned their heads like little soldiers, wide-eyed and then bolted toward your bed like a pack of tiny zombies chanting.
You chuckled looking down at them as they tri to reach for you but the bed was too high, their little hands pawing at the edge, unable to climb.
Sukuna was quick to intercept, kneeling again to corral them in a circle.
“Alright, listen up first.”
He said, lowering his voice to a mock-serious tone.
“Mommy’s still healing. That means gentle hugs and kisses only. Is that clear?”
They answered in unison, nodding solemnly.
One by one, Sukuna lifted them onto the bed.
First was Ryoichi, who immediately tucked himself against your right side. The sight of the bandage across his cheek made your chest tighten. You cupped his little face and kissed the uninjured side tenderly before tucking him into the crook of your arm.
Next was Kyoshi, clear of scratches, whole and healthy. Relief flooded through you as he pressed himself into your other side. You smothered his cheeks with kisses until he laughed, then hugged him close, breathing him in.
He looked thinner, his little frame smaller than you remembered. Your heart cracked wide open, tears brimming instantly as you stretched both arms out for him.
Kaishi launched forward, clinging to you. You hugged him tightly but carefully, rocking him against your chest as though afraid he might vanish if you let go. You pressed kiss after kiss to his face, memorizing every feature, every little change.
He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, his own brimming with tears before resting his forehead against yours.
“Mommy is so happy to see you again.”
You whispered, voice trembling as you held him closer.
Ryoichi soon reached for Kaishi’s hand and Kyoshi followed, their small fingers linking together as they sat side by side in front of you.
Sukuna shifted closer, slipping an arm around your shoulders, his eyes softening as he looked at the three boys and then at you. The weight of relief pressed into his chest. His family, though hurt, was together again. Whole. Alive. He kissed the crown of your head, letting out a quiet breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.
Across the room, Hiroshi and Kaoru shared a look, both visibly moved. This was the future they had always wished for Sukuna...messy, imperfect but filled with love.
After everything, he deserved every scrap of happiness he held now.
Kaoru began gently, peeling the apples she had brought.
“How are your diagnoses?”
“I was told that everything’s normal.”
You said, accepting the plate she passed you.
“But…I can’t remember much of what happened before I was shot.”
You tried to say it lightly, not wanting the memory to trigger the pounding in your skull again.
“That’s alright and normal. Renji told me the story and, honestly, I’d be berserk too.”
Hiroshi jumped in, chuckling.
“It’s like when Sukuna got a bruise in school and Kaoru stormed in, threatening his poor homeroom teacher.”
He reenacted Kaoru’s furious march with exaggerated hand gestures, earning giggles from the boys.
“When in reality, the brat started a fight because someone stole his phone. He caught the kid red-handed and beat him senseless.”
Kaoru elbowed Hiroshi sharply in the gut, making him grunt. She quickly pressed a finger to her lips and shot him a glare before subtly motioning toward the boys who wet e listening to the whole story.
"Watch what you say, the kids are listening."
Because the last thing she wanted was for her grandsons to go home learning an improper language.
Hiroshi nodded sheepishly, rubbing his stomach while whispering under his breath.
“Alright, alright, I get it.”
Before flashing a strained grin at the table to cover up his slip.
Sukuna smirked around a slice of apple.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to teach them everything they need to know about fighting.”
You shot him a sharp glare.
He said with mock innocence, shrugging as he chewed.
“It’s necessary. Kids are meaner these days and they're going to be facing bigger people in the future.”
You shook your head, clearly not liking Sukuna’s idea of teaching the boys how to fight.
As much as you understood his logic of wanting them to be able to defend themselves in the future...it felt far too soon to bring violence into their lives again. They had only just been reunited with you, still fragile in their own ways and the thought of them being thrown into the harshness Sukuna was born from made your stomach twist.
Your hand instinctively went to stroke Kaishi’s hair as he leaned against your arm, your thumb brushing his temple in slow circles.
They need peace, not training. Not yet.
You thought to yourself, lips pressing into a firm line as you cast Sukuna a quiet, warning glance.
Sukuna caught it, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to argue but one look at your eyes softened his edge. He leaned back in his headboard, clicking his tongue in mock annoyance and muttered.
But the fire in his gaze said the conversation wasn’t over.
Kaoru cleared her throat, switching topics as she began peeling an orange.
“Did the doctor mention how long you’ll need to stay here?”
You replied slowly. Then the memory hit, the words from the doctor, the news that had shaken you. You parted your lips to speak but Sukuna beat you to it.
Kaoru froze mid-peel, the orange slipping from her hands and rolling onto the bed. Her eyes snapped to yours, wide in disbelief.
Kaoru froze mid-peel, her eyes lifting sharply to you. They narrowed, sharp with disbelief, almost glaring. Now you knew where Sukuna got his eyes.
“That’s impossible…don’t joke with me, Sukuna.”
Neither you nor Sukuna spoke instead smiled as you nodded.
The silence stretched until Kaoru’s eyes darted to your face then to her son. Her breath caught and then she gasped, hand flying to cover her mouth. When she realized it was true, her eyes filled and she suddenly clapped, overcome with joy.
Hiroshi clutched her shoulders as if to steady himself, his own mouth falling open.
“T-that's amazing! After all you’ve been through, for the baby to survive—it means this child will bring nothing but light to the family.”
Hiroshi praises his hands clasped with his eyes closed shut muttering words of praises and thank yous to the heavens.
Then your sons…who didn’t share the same enthusiasm.
Kaishi beamed, happily as he caught the orange.
He cheered, his small voice full of delight.
Meanwhile, Ryoichi and Kyoshi puffed out their cheeks after hearing the new. Their arms crossing tightly over their chests and sat stubbornly, making it very clear they weren’t thrilled about the idea of another sibling.
You were caught off guard by their reactions. You’d expected Kaishi, being the youngest, to be the one upset. Instead, it was the eldest who sulked the hardest.
“Why? What's the matter?”
You asked softly, rubbing your fingers over Ryoichi’s cheek as he crawled into your arms.
“Why are you upset about having another sibling?”
He muttered, burying his face against you.
“There’s already three of us.”
Kyoshi piped up with his arms both on his waist like he was reasoning for something big. But he looked over at his side seeing his grandmother, Kaoru hand him a piece of the orange and his warrior look suddenly faded into something thankful as he reaches for it.
“Why do you want more? Are you bored of us?”
Ryoichi followed up the question.
You quickly assured, brushing your hand over Ryoichi’s hair as you leaned back into the pillows.
“We are just as surprised as you. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until the doctor told us earlier.”
“Why did Mommy get pregnant anyway?”
Kaishi blurted as he also reaches for the piece of orange Kaoru was giving out.
Your mind instantly went somewhere graphic. Sukuna hadn’t really stopped being touchy since you arrived at his mansion. Always in the mood, always too heated... and you couldn’t deny, you missed the way he handled your body, how he bent it to his will in ways that left you breathless.
You answered simply and playfully.
At once, Ryoichi lifted his head glaring at Sukuna.
His father, in turn, leaned casually against the headboard, eating an orange wedge as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He met his stares, he narrowed his own.
He said flatly, voice carrying challenge.
“You got something to say to Daddy?”
The boys said nothing but the glares stayed locked in place. Sukuna didn’t back down either.
“Stop making Mommy pregnant.”
Ryoichi’s voice was firm, like he was the boss of the house.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, biting into an orange slice.
Sukuna stilled, then leaned forward, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. He was starting to enjoy the sight of his son daring to challenge him. His shadow loomed over Ryoichi’s small frame as he popped another orange wedge into his mouth.
“She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her.”
Ryoichi shot back emphasizing his ownership of you, his red eyes, his father’s eyes...burning with stubborn fire. He leaned in, nose nearly touching Sukuna’s, like he had the authority to put the man in his place.
Their grandparents were nearly in tears of quiet laughter, thoroughly amused at seeing their son confronted by a miniature version of himself. Both carrying the same unshakable dominance.
Sukuna teased, lowering himself even more until his face hovered close.
Ryoichi answered without flinching, leaning forward too, refusing to be intimidated.
The words hit you like a slap. You flinched and sat up straight.
Sukuna’s smirk slipped, his gaze shifting in surprise as his son’s blunt honesty cut through the room.
“Where do you learn that?”
You asked quickly, your hand sliding to Ryoichi’s shoulder. You pushed him back just slightly so you could look into his small, serious face.
“Grandpa and Grandma were talking about it.”
Ryoichi replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Your eyes darted to the other side of the bed where Hiroshi and Kaoru sat. Both of them froze before hurriedly covering their faces with their palms, trying to hide their embarrassment. They didn’t dare meet Sukuna’s eyes, though Kaoru peeked through her fingers as if wishing she could rewind time and swallow those words back.
Ryoichi, sensing the silence, puffed out his chest. He crossed his little arms, sat tall in your lap like a miniature king and wore an expression of pure victory. To him, the fight was over and he had won against his dad.
Sukuna’s jaw ticked. He leaned back slowly, popping another orange slice into his mouth, eyes narrowing at his son’s smug little throne pose.
“I wonder how that conversation came to be?”
Sukuna’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. His crimson eyes locked on his parents, clearly pissed his kid had to learn that way.
Kaoru fumbled with the half-peeled orange in her hand.
“W-well…we were just talking about how it would be good if you married Y/N sooner...”
She stuttered, avoiding her son’s stare.
“And the kids overheard us. They asked about it, so of course we had to explain…!”
Her voice trailed off, nervous, her fingers working faster on the fruit as though the peel would save her from the tension.
Sukuna exhaled heavily through his nose, leaning back against the headboard with a scowl but he didn’t push further.
Soon, another set of takeout bags hit the low table with a rustle and the room instantly filled with chatter. Renji, Shinji and Toshi barged in, arms loaded with boxes and your sons went feral with excitement upon seeing their uncles.
Plates clinked, chopsticks tapped and Renji had the kids laughing in seconds with some ridiculous tough-guy impression that Hiroshi had joined in.
Everyone had gathered in the middle part near the couch.
Then there's Sukuna who sat quiet beside you, methodical at his food, the spoon ticking against the bowl as if the rhythm kept him from saying the thing on his mind.
You watched him for a beat, then reached across and plucked a spoonful from his box.
“You still hung up on that marriage comment?"
You asked, scooping it to his mouth.
He let you feed him, eyes on the spoon for a second before he swallowed and answered, half-muttered but honest.
“...I just didn’t like the way Ryoichi said it...made it sound like we’re not a family.”
He sounded small and absurdly human in the way he grumbled it.
You smiled, careful and fond.
“He didn’t mean it like that. He’s still a child, he only copies what he sees and hear.”
Sukuna chewed slowly, the offense simmering behind his jaw.
You could almost see the thought working in him: his son calling him out, his son not understanding. You prodded gently.
“Want him to apologize? Clear things out?”
His mouth was full, he shook his head and swallowed.
Then, softer, almost a hiss.
“I also don’t like that he thinks he’s in charge.”
You laughed almost spilling the food in your mouth and quickly covered it with your hand.
“Oh geez, I wonder where’d he learn that? your leadership school?”
He said, clicking his tongue.
You teased, eyebrow raised.
He responded by smirking, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. Before you knew it he’d leaned in and started planting little kisses along your neck... gentle, ridiculous, exactly him.
You squealed and tried to push him off, which only made him laugh and kiss harder.
The boys, instant witnesses to daddy being affectionate, erupted.
“Ryoichi! Daddy’s getting Mommy pregnant again!”
Kyoshi shrieked, absolutely convinced.
Then desserts came to the came and it was Hiroshi’s idea. He came back triumphantly holding a plastic bag filled with small chocolate ice cream cups, grinning at his grandsons like he had just presented them treasure.
“Grandpa brought you something special!”
He announced, and before you could even react, the boys were bouncing on the couch like springs.
Kyoshi squealed, snatching his cup and spoon. Kaishi followed after him with bright eyes and Ryoichi who eventually found himself between you and Sukuna had reached for what his grandpa was offering.
But Sukuna’s father only winked.
“It’s called spoiling grandchildren. They’ll live.”
And live they did. Within minutes, Kaishi and Kyoshi were practically vibrating with energy. The sugar rush hit hard, Kaishi running laps around the coffee table, Kyoshi chasing after him with chocolate smudges on his cheeks.
Renji and Shinji were the unlucky targets.
Kyoshi demanded, tugging Renji’s sleeve while Kaishi tried to climb on his back like he was a horse.
Renji groaned, half-laughing.
“Boss, call them off! I’m not built for cardio!”
But Shinji wasn’t safe either. Kaishi had abandoned Renji to jump at him instead.
He yelled, slapping Shinji’s arm before bolting across the room.
Shinji stared in disbelief.
He got cut off when Kyoshi darted past and tagged him too, both boys shrieking with laughter as they sprinted away.
Ryoichi hadn’t even finished half of his ice cream, just scraped off the top before sliding the cup toward you not liking to flavor.
You nodded knowing we'll he won't. Ryoichi mostly likes vanilla with beans or taro. The old people flavor a you call it.
But before you took it, you catch the way Sukuna was pretending to be uninterested on the other side, you smirked.
“Daddy looks like he wants some.”
You rested your cheek on the pillow, watching.
Ryoichi gave surprised look but hesitated, looking from you down to the half-eaten dessert. His little red eyes flickered sideways, landing on Sukuna.
Sukuna gave him the same side-eye back, his jaw tight, but then his gaze slid to you with a faint, knowing glint.
You bit your lip, covering your mouth to stifle a laugh. Sukuna doesn't like chocolate too but you knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to deny his son and this would be a good opportunity for them to mend after that glare off.
Ryoichi shuffled on the bed, turning his small frame toward his father. He held the cup up stiffly, not daring to look Sukuna in the eyes.
Sukuna’s lips curved into a low smirk when he saw it all, the pride fighting with the soft part of his son. He recognized that conflict because he was the same. Instead of taking it and letting the boy off easy, Sukuna leaned forward slightly and opened his mouth wanting Ryoichi to feed him.
Ryoichi froze, then scowled, yanking the cup back to his chest. He spun away, muttering under his breath, his small shoulders tense.
Ryoichi whined when he turned and caught your gaze, you were already smiling at him, your hand flying up to smack Sukuna’s arm.
“Don’t tease him. Just take the ice cream!”
But Sukuna only shook his head, amused.
Ryoichi’s pout deepened but you leaned down to his level, voice soft and coaxing.
“Maybe if you feed Daddy, he’ll stop trying to get Mommy pregnant, hm?”
That made the boy pause. His glare flickered to Sukuna like he was weighing the deal. Then, with the reluctant air of someone giving away treasure, Ryoichi scooped a small spoonful and shoved it forward.
Sukuna leaned in slowly, smirk never leaving his lips, and closed his mouth over the spoon’s edge. But when Ryoichi tried to tug it back, he didn’t let go. His teeth clamped around the wooden spoon, tugging gently, testing.
Ryoichi’s brows furrowed. He pulled harder, annoyed now, his small hands straining against Sukuna’s unmoving jaw.
Finally, with a small grunt, he braced his hand against Sukuna’s cheek and pushed, trying to pry his father off the spoon.
The ridiculousness of it broke you and chuckled so hard you nearly tipped the ice cream from your hands, reaching out to steady Ryoichi before he toppled over.
For a moment it turned into a silent war.
Ryoichi pulled. Sukuna bit down harder.
The boy grunted in frustration, both hands gripping the tiny wooden spoon like it was a sword.
Sukuna’s smirk widened, enjoying the fight. He leaned back slightly, letting the boy think he had the upper hand, only to yank it back with the strength of his jaw.
Ryoichi finally snapped, voice breaking as his pride gave way. He dropped the spoon completely and shoved his little face into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist with all the force he had. His shoulders trembled and though no sound came out, the warm wet surface that formed in your chest told you he was letting out silent tears.
Your heart twisted and stroked his hair, glaring playful daggers at Sukuna.
You scolded, smacking the back of his head.
Sukuna only laughed, muffled by the spoon still clamped between his teeth and in the middle of his chuckle he choked.
He gagged, almost swallowing the damn spoon whole as he coughed and yanked it out of his mouth.
You gasped, clutching Ryoichi tighter while smacking Sukuna again, this time across the chest.
Still coughing between laughs, Sukuna wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rasped.
“Relax, woman—I wasn’t gonna choke on a small spoon.”
But the flush of his ears betrayed the near miss.
Eventually, after a round of dessert and way too much noise, the kids started to doze.
Kaishi knocked out first in Kaoru’s lap, Kyoshi curled up on the couch and Ryoichi fought the hardest, still half-sitting between you and Sukuna until his small body finally gave out.
Sukuna picked him up with one hand, grumbling under his breath and carefully handed him to his mom.
Kaoru and Hiroshi bid their goodbyes for tonight and said their wishes of you getting better soon before leaving with the kids asleep and the trio walking them out.
The room quieted after they left and with just the two of you under the dim lights, the silence brought everything back with the weight in your chest, the fragments of memories, the ache in your head.
You rubbed your temples without realizing and Sukuna caught it immediately.
You rubbed at your temples without even realizing it, but Sukuna caught it instantly. His eyes narrowed, that familiar irritation flashing across his face, not at you but at the fact you were hurting again.
He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached for his phone and started typing.
You noticed, frowning softly.
Sukuna answered flatly, his tone firmer than usual.
You wanted to press but the serious glint in his eyes made you hold back. Instead, you leaned into him. To your surprise, he bent down and kissed the top of your head, his voice dropping low.
You wanted to press but the serious glint in his eyes made you hold back. Instead, you leaned into him. To your surprise, he bent down and kissed the top of your head, his voice dropping low.
At first it felt safe...soft, almost sweet, like the rare moments when Sukuna let down his walls.
But it didn’t stay that way for long. His kisses trailed lower, lingering on your temple, your jawline, until they brushed the corner of your lips. They deepened quickly, growing hungrier, his hands tightening around your waist.
What began as comfort shifted into something heavier...his touches roughening, his mouth moving against yours like he couldn’t stop himself.
Should I stop him? Or could my body even take him after everything it had just been through?
The decision was stolen from you when one of his hands pressed against a healing wound. A sharp sting shot through you, and you yelped, breaking the kiss and pulling back.
Sukuna froze immediately, guilt flashing across his features. His hand dropped as he leaned away, his voice lower, softer than before.
You muttered, still catching your breath. But instead of letting the moment sour, you leaned up to brush a soft kiss against his lips, just enough to remind him you weren’t rejecting him.
That small gesture was enough.
Sukuna’s shoulders eased and he shifted back into a quieter mode, tugging you close against his chest again. His hold was firm but careful this time, settling back into the rhythm of simple cuddles.
