♡ coming over, but only to see your boyfriend’s adorable nephews !
the door to sukuna’s house isn’t even fully open before yuji launches at you.
you barely have time to take off your shoes before he’s wrapped around your waist like a small, excited koala, nearly knocking you back into the entryway.
“hi yuji,” you say, ruffling his pink hair, then smiling at the brown-haired boy behind him. “hi choso!”
“i waited all morning when you said you’d come!“ yuji says, eyes bright and practically vibrating with excitement.
“you already used my phone to text her six times,” choso perks up.
“more than that!” yuji corrects.
you laugh and finally manage to step inside, nudging the door closed with your foot. yuji immediately grabs your hand and starts tugging you further into the house.
“i got my drawings ready!” he says urgently. “and we can play that one game again and choso said we could order pizza—”
you glance over and there he is.
sukuna is sprawled across the couch like a disgruntled king, one arm thrown over the backrest, sharp eyes already locked on you from across the room. his pink hair is messy, like he just woke up from a nap he didn’t want to take, and his expression is that usual mixture of irritation and boredom.
“you have a boyfriend, y’know,” he says flatly.
“hi to you too,” you say.
“don’t ‘hi’ me. you walked in, ignored me, and immediately got dragged along by the brat.”
“i didn’t!” yuji protests.
you laugh under your breath and walk farther into the living room, yuji still clinging to your arm.
“well, i‘m talking to you now,” you tell sukuna patiently.
then your still-linked arms.
“you came here for them again.”
it’s not even a question.
yuji tilts his head. “but she always comes for us.”
choso snorts quietly, covering it with his hand when sukuna shoots him a glare.
“unbelievable,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “my own girlfriend uses me to get access to my nephews.”
“that’s not true,” you say.
“…okay it’s a little true.”
yuji smiles like this is the best news he’s ever heard.
“see!” he says, tugging you toward the middle of the living room. “now come see my drawing!”
you let yourself get dragged down onto the floor while he scrambles for papers scattered across the coffee table. choso reaches over and moves a soda can and a bowl of chips out of the way so yuji doesn’t accidentally knock everything over in his excitement.
then he crouches down beside the table, leaning on one knee as yuji spreads the drawings out like they’re priceless art.
“this one’s you,” yuji says proudly, holding up a page covered in bright marker.
you have giant hair and extremely long eyelashes and you’re holding hands with a much smaller pink blob that is apparently yuji.
“it’s so cute,” you squeal immediately.
on the couch, sukuna clicks his tongue.
“i don’t see myself in that.”
yuji doesn’t even look up. “you’re not in this one.”
“this one is me and her,” yuji says matter-of-factly.
you glance over at sukuna.
he’s glaring at the back of yuji’s head, then catches your eyes.
“so you come over,” he says slowly, “sit on my floor, and hang out with a seven-year-old who refuses to acknowledge i‘m here.”
“you’re so dramatic sometimes, he doesn‘t do that,” you say.
“i literally asked where i was and he said i’m not there.”
yuji suddenly looks up again and waves another drawing.
you turn the paper around.
you can see yourself, yuji, choso…
and a much larger, very angry looking stick figure with spiky hair and what might be fangs.
yuji points toward it. “that’s uncle kuna.”
choso leans over your shoulder to look at it.
“that’s the most accurate drawing of him yet,” he snickers.
you hold it up toward the couch.
“…why do i look like that?”
yuji shrugs. “that’s your face.”
choso finally loses it and starts laughing, turning away and covering his mouth.
sukuna glares at all of you like he’s considering throwing someone out the window.
then he looks back at you sitting on the floor with his nephews, smiling at the drawings like they’re the most important thing in the world.
his scowl softens just a little.
“…order the pizza already.”
choso’s already pulling out his phone with yuji practically hanging off him. “okay, what do you want on it this time?”
and sukuna leans back on the couch, still pretending to be irritated—
even though his eyes haven’t left you three the entire time.
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