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a valentines day special ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
pov: sukuna has genuine beef with a teddy bear..
valentine’s day starts the way most of your days do lately, with sukuna sitting at your kitchen counter. he’s scrolling on his phone, one elbow propped up, broad shoulders relaxed, expression bored in that permanently annoyed way that somehow still feels comfortable now, like home.
you’re making coffee, badly, again.
“you’re doing it wrong,” he says without looking up.
“it’s coffee,” you reply, “not a weapon.”
he snorts, “you treat it like one.” you flip him off, but you’re smiling.
sukuna is a menace, he's sarcastic, sharp-tongued, and terrifying when he wants to be. but he’s also been weirdly domestic lately. always here in the mornings, always fixing things around your apartment without being asked.
your phone buzzes on the counter, you glance at it and blink. there’s a message notification from your coworker, shoko.
kokonut: happy early valentine’s day!!! left something for you at your door <3
sukuna’s thumb pauses mid-scroll, “what.”
you shrug, “nothing, i think someone left me something.”
he finally looks up, red eyes sharp, “someone.”
“yeah. don’t get dramatic.”
he scoffs, “i don’t get dramatic.”
ten minutes later, you open your apartment door, and there it is, a stupidly large teddy bear.
it’s light pink, holding a little red heart. there’s a ribbon around its neck and a tiny card attached that reads happy valentine’s day! in loopy handwriting.
you stare at it, behind you, sukuna goes very, very still.
“…what,” he says slowly, dangerously, “the hell is that.”
you laugh, “it’s a bear.”
you pick it up. it’s huge, like, comically huge. you hug it instinctively, cheek pressing into the plush fur. it smells faintly like fabric softener.
“oh my god,” you say, “it’s actually really soft.”
sukuna makes a noise. not a word, just a low, displeased sound in the back of his throat. you turn at the noise, he’s staring at the bear like it personally insulted him.
“who gave you that,” he asks.
“shoko did, she's actually adorable”
“because it’s valentine’s day?”
his jaw tightens, “does she think you're single.”
you pause, “…i meannnn.” you say smiling.
he clicks his tongue, “unbelievable.”
you grin, already sensing the shift, “whaaat?”
“nothing,” he says sharply, “it’s stupid.”
“you’re mad at a teddy bear.”
you look at the bear, it is objectively adorable. “you’re just jealous,” you tease.
he lets out a short laugh, “of that?” he points at it.
you walk past him into the living room and plop the bear onto the couch. it takes up almost an entire cushion. sukuna watches every movement.
“i think i’ll keep it here,” you say innocently, “it’s festive.”
you snort, “it doesn’t even have eyes like that.”
you collapse onto the couch next to the bear, hugging its side, “you’re ridiculous.”
sukuna crosses his arms, “you’re enabling it.”
“you’re competing with a stuffed animal.”
you look at him, “are you?”
he doesn’t answer, instead, he reaches over, grabs the bear by the ear, and yanks it upright. the bear flops limply.
“…you’re manhandling my valentine,” you say.
you blink, “my valentine gift?”
the air changes, just slightly. sukuna stares at the bear, then at you.
“…you like it,” he says flatly.
you shrug, smiling, “it’s cute.”
he looks offended, like genuinely. “it’s pink.”
he clicks his tongue, “i do not pout.”
you lean closer to him, lowering your voice, “you’re jealous.”
he turns to you slowly, “say that again.”
“you’re jealous of a teddy bear.”
his eyes narrow, “i could destroy it.”
“i could,” he insists, “right now.”
you hug the bear tighter, “then you’d hurt its feelings.”
“it doesn’t have feelings.”
he opens his mouth—then stops.
you watch it happen. the way his expression shifts, irritation faltering into something quieter, something unreadable.
“…you’re keeping it,” he says.
he exhales through his nose, “fine.”
he stands abruptly, “i’m going out.”
“none of your business.” the door slams, typical sukuna, you think.
you look down at the bear, “i think you broke him.”
the bear does not respond.
that night, sukuna doesn’t come back until late. and when he does, he’s quieter than usual. his jacket tossed aside, shoes kicked off, he avoids looking at the couch.
you pretend not to notice. you do notice, however, the small paper bag he sets on the counter.
you raise an eyebrow, “what’s that.”
he sighs, “don’t make a big deal out of it.”
he slides the bag toward you, and inside is a smaller teddy bear.
its black, with a red stitched heart, and sharp little eyebrows sewn into its face like it’s annoyed. it looks… angry. it looks like him.
“…oh my god,” you whisper.
“it’s better,” he says stiffly, “than that thing.”
you pick it up, it fits perfectly in your arms.
“thank you kunaaa” you say, smiling hard at him.
he looks away, “…happy valentine’s day.”
the pink bear watches from the couch, the war has just begun.
the next morning, you wake up tangled in your shared blanket and sukunas teddy bear.
the pink one is still stationed on the couch, sukuna’s bear is tucked under your arm, its little angry eyebrows staring up at the ceiling.
“…wow,” you mumble, “i really slept like this, huh.”
the bear does not judge you, the bear understands. you shuffle out of bed, dragging the black teddy with you, and pad toward the kitchen.
sukuna is already up. shirtless, hair still messy, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee, his eyes drop immediately to the bear in your arms.
“…you slept with it,” he says.
“you didn’t sleep with me.”
“…you left before i woke up.”
you snort and set the bear on the counter, “you’re acting like i cheated on you with a stuffed animal.”
he narrows his eyes, “did you.”
he scoffs, “you’re the one cuddling another man.”
you laugh, pouring yourself coffee, “you named him last night, by the way.”
he stiffens, “i did not.”
“you did,” you insist, “you said, and i quote, ‘if you’re going to keep it, at least call it something respectable.’”
his jaw tightens, “i take it back.”
the pink bear remains on the couch, watching. sukuna notices it. he glares at it like it stole you away.
you sip your coffee, deliberately unbothered, “you’re offended by a pink teddy bear.”
you raise an eyebrow, “you’re close to me.”
he opens his mouth to argue, then stops. you watch the gears turn, the way his gaze flicks between you and the bear.
“…fine,” he says suddenly.
that never means anything good.
by noon, the apartment has changed. the pink bear has been relocated. not thrown away, not destroyed. relocated!!!
it now sits on the far end of the couch, slightly angled away from you, a pillow wedged between it and the rest of the seating area. you notice this immediately.
“…did you move him,” you ask.
sukuna doesn’t look up from his phone, “no.”
“gravity doesn’t add pillows.”
you laugh. “you’re insane.”
he hums. and twenty minutes later, you come back from the bathroom.
the pink bear is gone, you freeze.
he’s in the kitchen, suspiciously quiet.
he sighs, “he’s not gone.”
he gestures vaguely toward the hallway, you march down it, and burst out laughing. the pink bear is sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, facing the wall, like it’s in timeout.
“oh my god,” you wheeze, “you put him in the corner.”
“he was being disrespectful.”
you scoop the bear up, hugging it dramatically, “he didn’t do anything wrong.”
sukuna appears behind you, arms crossed and unimpressed.
“he was too close to you.”
you tilt your head, “i haven't even touched him! are you jealous.”
“you’re beefing with a plushie.”
“i am asserting boundaries.”
you step closer, still holding the bear, “you could just admit you’re jealous that shoko got me something first.”
he looks down at you, really looks at you.
“…i don’t like sharing,” he says quietly.
something in his voice shifts, softer and honest. your chest warms.
“…you’re not,” you say gently. “it’s just a gift.”
you reach out with your free hand and tug lightly on his sleeve, “and your bear is better anyway.”
you smile up at him, “you picked it because it looks like you.”
he stops, his gaze flickers.
he clicks his tongue, “don’t spread that around, it's a secret.”
you laugh and set both bears on the couch, side by side. the pink one and the black one.
“see?” you say, “they can coexist.”
sukuna watches them like he expects a fight to break out.
“…keep the pink one away from the bedroom,” he mutters.
you grin, “stillllll jealous.”
he doesn’t answer, instead, he reaches out, pulls you closer by the waist, and presses a quick kiss to your temple.
“don’t push it,” he murmurs.
your heart does a stupid little flip.
that night, you’re on the couch together, watching some random romcom on the tv. kuna is between you and sukuna, and sukuna has one arm around you.
he pretends not to notice when you lean into him, the pink bear watches, sukuna glares.
“…i swear,” he mutters, “if that thing moves—”
you only laugh, wondering how he even got to this point. is sukuna secretly traumatized by toy story...?
the movie is still playing, but the volume’s low now. the room is lit only by the glow of the screen and lights bleeding in through the window.
you’re curled into sukuna’s side on the couch, legs tucked over his lap, his arm loose around your waist, the pink bear remains on the armrest.
sukuna keeps glancing at it like it might start talking.
“…you’re thinking again,” you murmur.
he scoffs quietly, “i’m not.”
“you are, your jaw does that thing.”
“that one,” you say, tapping his cheek lightly, and he stills under your touch.
“…it just bothers me,” he admits after a moment.
you shift so you’re facing him more fully, one knee sliding onto the couch between his legs. close enough that his breath changes. close enough that he can’t pretend you’re not looking at him.
“hey,” you say softly. “look at me.”
he does, and his expression isn’t sharp now.
“you don’t have to compete with anyone,” you tell him, “especially not shoko, and especially not a teddy bear.”
he huffs, “i know that logically.”
“then hear it emotionally,” you say, smiling, “i like the bear, but i want you.”
“you’re the one i sit like this with,” you continue, reaching up and sliding your fingers into his hair, slow, gentle. you scratch lightly at his scalp, and his shoulders drop almost instantly.
“you’re the one i feel safe with,” you murmur, “you’re the one i pick.”
he swallows, “…you’re unfair,” he mutters.
you lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, just barely there, and his breath catches. then another kiss, on his cheek. another, along his jaw. he stiffens, then melts, hands tightening at your waist like he doesn’t know what to do with all of this affection.
“hey,” he murmurs, flustered, “you’re doing that on purpose.”
you kiss his other cheek.
“this,” he says, voice low, “you’re—”
you cut him off with a kiss to the bridge of his nose. his face is fully pink now, unmistakably.
“i like you,” you say softly, forehead resting against his, “a lot. okay?”
he looks away, “…you’re embarrassing me infront of the bears.”
you laugh quietly and kiss his temple, “good.”
you kiss his cheek again, then the corner of his lips, just enough to make him lean in without realizing it. when your lips finally meet his properly, its warm, and as gentle as ever.
he exhales into the kiss like he’s been holding his breath all day. his hand slides up your back, steadying you, thumb brushing absentminded circles.
when you pull back, you stay close.
“i choose you,” you whisper.
his eyes widen just a fraction. you just smile at him and kiss him once more, slow and soft, “i. choose. you.”
for a second, he just stares at you, then he tugs you forward and hides his face in your neck, muttering something dangerously close to shy.
“…you’re not allowed to say things like that.”
you laugh, fingers threading through his hair again. he leans into it immediately, like a cat pretending it doesn’t like affection while absolutely loving it.
“you’re blushing,” you tease.
“your secret’s safe with me.”
you settle back against him, his chin resting on your shoulder now, arms wrapped around you like he’s decided you’re staying there forever.
the pink bear watches all of this unfold from the armrest, sukuna cracks one eye open.
“…it can stay,” he mutters, “on probation.”
you grin, cuddling closer.
“i love you ryo,” you whisper.
he tightens his arms around you.
“…love you too baby” he pecks your neck, where his face is resting.
he truly doesn’t mind sharing the couch, as long as you’re right there with him.
happy valentines daaaaay suckassssss
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