You’ve been ignoring him for exactly three hours and forty-two minutes.
Not that you’re counting.
Your phone is face-down on your bed, screen lighting up every couple minutes with his name before going dark again. You don’t touch it. You refuse to. Because he deserves it.
He really does.
You sit cross-legged on the floor, aggressively reorganizing something that absolutely did not need reorganizing, muttering under your breath.
“Stupid… arrogant… can’t even say sorry properly…”
A knock interrupts you.
You freeze.
Another knock. Smaller this time. Softer.
“…go away,” you mumble, not even looking up.
The door creaks open anyway.
“…hi.”
That voice is not Sukuna’s.
You blink, turning your head, and there he is. Little Yuji. Tiny, pink-cheeked, messy hair, clutching something behind his back like he’s on a secret mission.
Your anger falters instantly.
“Yuji?” you soften, sitting up straighter. “What are you doing here?”
He shuffles in, shutting the door carefully behind him like it’s very important he does it quietly.
“Um… I came to fix it,” he says, serious. Very serious. Like this is the most important task of his life.
Your brows knit. “Fix what?”
He walks over, small steps, then stops right in front of you. His little hands finally come forward, revealing a slightly crumpled drawing.
It’s… you.
And Sukuna.
And Yuji.
All holding hands.
There’s a big, messy red heart drawn over all three of you.
You stare at it.
“…Yuji…”
“I made it,” he says quickly. “So you won’t be mad anymore.”
Your chest tightens.
“I’m not mad at you,” you say gently.
“I know,” he nods. “You’re mad at him.”
A pause.
“…yeah.”
Yuji looks over his shoulder, like he’s checking for something, then leans in closer to you and whispers-
“He’s really sad.”
You almost scoff. Almost.
But Yuji keeps going.
“He was walking around and being all grumpy and didn’t even yell at me when I spilled juice,” he says, eyes wide like that’s the ultimate proof. “That means he’s super sad.”
Your lips twitch.
“…did he send you here?”
Yuji hesitates.
“…no,” he says. Then quieter, “I just… heard him talking.”
Your heart dips a little.
“What was he saying?”
Yuji scrunches his face, trying to remember.
“Um… he said… ‘she’s being stupid,’” he starts, and you immediately roll your eyes-
but then he continues-
“…and then he said ‘I messed up.’”
You still.
Yuji looks up at you, hopeful.
“And then he said he didn’t know how to fix it,” he adds softly. “So I’m fixing it.”
That hits harder than you expect.
You look back down at the drawing in your hands, tracing the uneven lines of the three of you.
“…he’s bad at apologizing,” you murmur.
“Yeah,” Yuji nods seriously. “He’s bad at a lot of things.”
You laugh a little at that.
Silence settles for a second.
Then Yuji gently pushes the drawing closer into your lap.
“So you forgive him now?”
You hesitate.
“…I don’t know.”
His face drops just a little.
“…okay,” he says, but he doesn’t move away.
Instead, he climbs right into your lap like he belongs there, arms wrapping around your middle in a tight little hug.
“He really likes you,” he mumbles into your shirt.
Your breath catches.
“I know he’s mean,” Yuji continues, completely unfiltered, “but he only does that when he’s scared or dumb.”
You choke out a laugh.
“Or both,” he adds helpfully.
“…that sounds about right.”
Yuji pulls back just enough to look at you.
“So… you don’t have to forgive him a lot,” he negotiates, very serious again. “Just a little bit. Like this much.”
He pinches his fingers together, showing the tiniest gap.
You stare at him.
God.
You sigh, your anger melting in slow, helpless pieces.
“…fine,” you mumble. “A little bit.”
Yuji gasps like you just granted a miracle.
“Really?!”
“Yeah, yeah,” you smile, brushing his hair back. “But don’t tell him I said that.”
Yuji grins.
“…too late.”
The door behind you creaks again.
You turn-
And there he is.
Sukuna.
Leaning against the frame like he hasn’t moved in ages, arms crossed, trying to look unaffected, but his eyes give him away immediately.
Relieved.
Careful.
Hopeful, even.
“…you sent a five-year-old to do your job?” you raise a brow.
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