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yuuji could never be quiet. not when he has no concept of an inside voice. you've tried to teach him. you've knelt down to his level, put a finger to your lips, and demonstrated a quiet voice in the softest tone you could manage.
he had nodded seriously, his little face scrunched in concentration, and then he had turned around and shouted for sukuna at full volume, spooking you so much that you jumped at least half a foot in the air.
his inside voice is just his regular voice.
his regular voice is just shouting.
and his shouting could be heard three blocks away.
so when sukuna had asked you to stay the week, muttering something about a brat who wouldn't stop asking when you were coming back, which was as close as he ever got to admitting he'd missed you too, you had already agreed before he finished talking. he didn't dare look at you when he said it, his attention fixed on his phone, voice pitched gruff and carefree—but you felt the softness tucked underneath. by the time you arrived a few days later, your overnight bag slung over one shoulder, your bag had barely touched the floor before a tiny blur of pink hair came barreling down the hallway.
“auntie!”
you barely had time to breathe before a frantic pitter-patter against the hardwood that grew louder and louder until impact.
a small body slammed into your legs, wrapping both little arms around you in a hug so enthusiastic it nearly knocked you both off balance.
small fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans, the impact pushing you back a step, with your bag slipping from your shoulder and hitting the floor with a soft thud.
his face pressed into your thigh, his breath warm through the denim, and the sound he made - a tiny, muffled squeak - said everything his words hadn't caught up to yet.
“there you are!” you laughed, crouching to scoop him into your arms. “i missed you too.”
“i missed you sooo much! like this much!” he declared, stretching his arms as wide as they would go before immediately hugging you again. “uncle kuna said you were coming after breakfast yesterday.. then after bedtime.. then today!”
from the living room came a scoff.
“you’re late.”
you glanced over to find sukuna leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest, his face the picture of practiced indifference despite the unmistakable ease that had settled over his expression the moment you’d walked in.
“i said i’d be here this morning.”
“it’s nearly noon.”
“it’s eleven.”
“so-so.”
you rolled your eyes.
“good to see you too.” all you got in return was a low hum.
before sukuna could pretend to be any more indifferent, yuuji looked between the two of you, his little head swiveling back and forth with zero attempt at subtlety, his mouth forming a perfect little 'o' of realisation.
“uncle kuna missed you lots!”
sukuna’s glare slid toward his nephew.
“i did not.”
“you did!” yuuji insisted, nodding so hard his pink hair bounced, he puffed out his cheeks and scrunched his brows together, attempting sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice. “you kept lookin’ at your phone an’ going, ‘where is she?’”
“i absolutely did not say that.” he said, his finger moving in a slow, bored wag that made it clear he found the accusation ridiculous, swatting away the very idea.
“you did!”
“i said you were asking.”
“nuh-uh!” yuuji puffed out his cheeks. “you asked too!”
for a fleeting second, something suspiciously close to embarrassment crossed sukuna’s face.
“tch.”
he reached over and ruffled yuuji’s hair just enough to make him squeal.
“little snitch.”
the next morning, you had dressed yuuji in his little teal dinosaur sweater, the one with the tiny yellow spikes along the back and sleeves that he insisted made him look like a ‘real t-rex’, and had fed him his favourite breakfast of buttered rice and ripe strawberries sliced into thin ovals while he chattered about something about flying and a giant cat and a mountain made of candy, the logic looping in knots the way only a toddler's imagination can.
you simply had nodded along, giggling, brushing a grain of rice off his chin with your thumb.
sukuna had slept in because he'd been up long past midnight with whatever quiet work kept him glued to that laptop of his, shoulders tense, jaw set, and three empty mugs, their insides stained dark, abandoned beside him by the time dawn arrived.
so it had just been you and yuuji at the park—with your morning consisting of the nephew you’ve come to love like your own chasing seagulls back and forth with the single-minded passion of a much larger predator, becoming instant friends with a ruffled akita twice his size, demanding the swings and slides more than you can count.
by the time you headed home, you had a tired but happy toddler in tow, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink from the sun, with his little hand wrapped trustingly around your palm.
you had settled him on the rug with his dinosaurs while you collapsed onto the couch, feeling like you'd already run a marathon before noon.
yuuji had been completely absorbed in narrating an elaborate battle between a t-rex and a triceratops, his voice doing all the comical roars, screechs, and stomps needed himself on the rug just moments ago, his bright laughter filling the space like sunshine.
but then—silence.
you glanced down at the rug.
yuuji could never be quiet. not when he’s eating—every bite is accompanied by little hums of approval, his cheeks puffed out with grains of rice sticking out his mouth, tiny hands gripping his spoon like it's a treasure, occasionally looking up at you with wide eyes and going "auntie, this is the BEST food i've ever had", or when his tiny feet always seemed to pad on every creaky floorboard in existence.
but right now?
nothing.
no little voice asking a million questions in a row.
not a single giggle, nor a single pitter-patter of tiny feet running back and forth down the hallway.
empty.
the action figures lay abandoned, one of them tragically facedown.
you sat up a little straighter, frowning.
sukuna's eyes narrowed, his head tilting just slightly as he listened.
"kuna," you said softly, nudging his leg with your foot. "where'd yuuji go?"
the silence stretched, earning a hum of disapproval from the pink haired man, and a low grumble rumbling from his chest. "that brat's up to something."
with you having a nephew of your own back home, you knew better than most that the silence of a child is not one to trust.
one minute too long and the house could be upside down.
“yuu! what ya up to!”
silence.
no tiny dinosaur roars.
no exaggerated stomping.
no delighted little giggles.
"yuu?" you called, already pushing yourself off the couch.
your heart gave an uncomfortable little squeeze as you checked the kitchen, empty and clean, the counters wiped down from breakfast. then the hallway, stretching long and quiet, the doors all closed. then the staircase, your steps quickening with each empty room you passed, heavy breath catching in your throat as the weight bloomed hotter in your chest.
"..yuuji?"
by the time you reached your bedroom, your pulse had crawled into your throat.
you finally found him, curled into a tiny ball in the middle of your bed, fast asleep.
one small hand still clutching the collar of your worn out robe in his sleep, which he'd apparently dragged clean off its hook and dragged onto the mattress like treasure.
the worry melted clean from you.
a sleepy sigh escaped him as he nuzzled even deeper into it, his tiny nose buried against the fabric.
it completely dwarfed him, the oversized sleeves pooling around his little body as though he’d first tried to wear it before it made a much better blanket.
you remembered him he declared, with all the solemn conviction a three-year-old could muster, that you were “the coziest auntie ever” because you smelt nice. you simply laughed, chalking it up to the little sense that toddlers seemed to live by.
now, watching him cling so tightly to something that carried your scent, you wondered if maybe he’d meant every word.
you could picture the way he must’ve toddled into your room on determined little feet, stretching onto his tiptoes to reach the robe, proudly tugging it free, then wrestling the mountain of fluffy fabric all the way onto the bed before collapsing into it, satisfied with a job well done, deciding he’d done enough work for one day.
“so clingy,” you whispered, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice.
“..just like your uncle.”
as if he can form and understand a solid sense of what you’ve said through the haze of sleep, yuuji’s nose wrinkled in his sleep.
you brushed a few unruly pink strands of hair away from his forehead, then pulled the robe up over his shoulders, tucking it beneath his chin.
for now, there was only the quiet rise and fall of his breathing, with the afternoon sunlight spilling across the dust boards, and the little boy asleep beneath your robe, convinced that as long as he could catch traces of you nearby, the world would still exactly in place.
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