after some rummaging and random swinging of the arm in the darkness, you finally switch on the lamp.
cracking your eyes open, you almost make out the time.
2:04 am.
you proceed to curse your own bladder for giving up on you post the birth of your son, baby!yuji. shoving the heavy arm off of you, you give it a light tap as if to assure it that you’ll be back.
a gesture mostly engraved into your autonomic nervous system.
you walk, half-asleep to the bathroom.
clicking it’s light on, you blink rapidly, and then failing to adjust to the assault of such brightness you squeeze your eyes shut and trudge on, purely on instinct.
you sit down, ready to relieve yourself, when the door you’d forgotten to shut close behind you, creaks open.
“mamamamama” baby yuji babbles on, rubbing his eyes with his little fists.
this had become routine for the two of you.
“mama what doin?” he questions,
“oh baby, mama’s just peeing” you rub your face, unfazed.
and then as if the party was just getting started, a much larger presence also appears, right behind your son.
eliciting a loud yawn, with his entire frame filling up the entrance sukuna scratches his head looking you up and down,
“what are you doing, woman?”
“oh just grilling a steak, want some?” you didn’t know why he’d ask you that, frankly it was too late at night for you to tolerate such stupid questions.
“no silly!” yuji chimed in, “mama peeing” atleast someone here was sensible.
your husband just nods in acknowledgement, arms crossed leaning on the door,
watching you.
seriously?
“hello?” you wave your hand at sukuna, motioning him to leave “what happened to privacy?” you question.
“yeah son, ya’ gotta go mom needs space” he tilts his head towards yuji who just sticks his tongue out. guess stubbornness ran in the family.
you narrow your eyes at him.
“i married you and impregnated you and saw you give birth and we have a son together wife, so really what privacy?”
“touché” you click your tongue. seriously, the irony in your whole family watching you pee wasn’t lost on you.
then, mid-stream, he whistles at you.
“you look sexy as hell right now”
“ryo!” you clutch your stomach, trying not to laugh, “i’m trying to pee!”
“by all means, don’t let me stop you” he raises both hands as if in mock surrender.
“i wasn’t gonna!” you chuckle while wiping yourself.
you pull your pants up and walk towards the sink.
turning on the tap you hiss at the ice cold water hitting your poor, previously warm fingers.
yuji circles about in the limited space of the bathroom, singing “wash, wash, wash” his kindergarten teacher probably taught him that.
“can you not stay even a second away from me?” you question as you feel sukuna’s arms snake around your waist.
his heavy breath tickles your neck making you shudder.
“i can”
“so why are you here?”
a beat of contemplation, perhaps.
“okay, i can’t”
you giggle again, moving to wipe your hands on the towel all nice and dry.
“alright party people, we’re done here” you announce walking out of the bathroom with your ducklings husband, and son following suit.
firefly; i’m back with more baby!yuji who else cheered?
synopsis: your best friend's older brother finally added you on instagram. what's a little harm in flirting with him through instagram notes?
inspired by the ig notes au trend on tiktok!
a/n: been highkey wanting to make one of these aus for a while and it took fucking foreverrrr also guys I'm in my flop era so if this flops again I might quit writing <3
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