— 𝒻ratkuna vs baby carriers (oneshot #2)
series: a pledge to keep
Sukuna watched you with a scowl on his face as you unboxed the new baby item he vividly remembers telling you not to get.
"What am I looking at?" He squinted at your laptop a week ago, head still pounding from the ball he took to the forehead during practice.
"A baby carrier, obviously."
He ignores the way you roll your eyes, swallowing the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue because he promised himself to do better for you. That meant controlling his irrational anger.
"What do we need that for?" Sukuna grunts, adjusting his sleeping daughter on his chest, arms wrapped protectively around her.
"To help with our arms Ryomen!"
It was true that your daughter was a velcro baby and a chunky one at that, but that didn't mean Sukuna needed a cheap piece of fabric to do his job, even if his arms sometimes cramped from how long he held her.
He didn't trust the thing, she was much safer in his arms.
Despite him telling you he won't be wearing it, he was now standing stiff and annoyed as you stood on the tip of your toes and strapped the thing around him, snapping all the buckles in before running away with a giggle to grab your daughter from her room.
He pulled at it, hoping to stretch it a little because it was too fucking tight against his chest. Sukuna was a big guy, he didn't know what you were thinking putting this on him.
He felt stupid, humiliated.
If his frat brothers caught him in this, he'd be the butt of every joke. Gojo would surely rub it in his face after all the shit Sukuna gave him for buying one for the days he babysits.
When you returned with a sleeping pink haired infant in your arms, his posture slightly softened, heart squeezing at the sight of his two favorite girls. He didn't know what he did to deserve you both, but he was going to keep you all the same.
You kiss your daughter's round cheek and smile at the brooding man in front of you, his arms coming out so he can grab the baby from you. You pass her to him and stand back to watch, eyes wide with delight as he lifted her before sliding her into the carrier.
"Come on brat, help me out." He huffs trying to get her legs through the two holes but the baby refused, scrunching her legs up and frowning in her sleep.
Sukuna holds her out and glares at her sleeping form, his twin just as stubborn as he is. He tries again while you hold in your laughter.. and again, and again until she finally gives up and lets him settle her in.
"Was it that hard?" He huffs, placing one hand under her bum and the other behind her head because he refused to put his full trust in the thing.
"So?" You smile up at him and he hates that he can't be annoyed at you when you look at him like that. "What do you think?"
He shrugs and makes a face. "Tch, useless thing."
He wasn't going to tell you this, lest you throw it back in his face, but he couldn't say he minded the baby carrier. It was nice being able to walk around and get things done while keeping his daughter close, but he only ever wore it when you were in class or out with your friends.
He even brought her to practice with him, strapped safe since you were coming down with a cold and could barely keep your eyes open.
He was the captain so he was allowed by his coach to stand on the sidelines and help guide the team, shouting critiques to the men while his daughter was pressed to his chest and looking around with curious red eyes, little earmuffs protecting her tiny ears from the whistles and shouting.
It was surreal for Sukuna's teammates to see.
Their six foot seven tatted captain who routinely made freshmen cry during conditioning, holding a baby that was entirely too tiny against his chest. When one of her fist escaped the blanket, Sukuna reached down and gently tucked it back inside without even looking, eyes focused on the field.
Everyone was dumbfounded but kept running their drills because if Sukuna caught them lacking he'd make them run laps until they puked or passed out.
Sukuna's thumb absentmindedly rubbed slow circles against her tiny back through the carrier, one arm wrapped around her because while he could admit it was practical, he'd never completely trust it when it came to his daughters safety.
He ignored the smile Nanami gave him when he passed by and stopped to say hello to his niece.
You would definitely be hearing about this and he could already hear you saying I told you so!
❦ lisa's note: I missed writing dadkuna so here's a quick oneshot while I finish my gojo and nerdkuna fic
© art creds: su2kuna
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