DEPRESSED_BUT_DESI

you rack through your memories, replaying every single moment from you entering to park to the last time you saw him.

the food stalls.

you grip sukuna’s arm harsher than needed, albeit it does not hurt him, and march towards the stalls.

sukuna starts asking the vendors for a kid with a similar hair color to him. they all shake their heads mumbling excuses.

“nonsense” sukuna mutters to himself, “everyone here is a fool”

“not more than us” you sigh gripping your chest in an attempt to slow down the incoming panic coursing through your veins.

“listen” sukuna suggests, “we should split up”

“bad idea, better we stick together unless we start going in circles” you breathe hard, gasping out the last few words, worst case scenarios flashing through your mind.

sukuna grabs you by both your arms, you shake your head in protest and he grips you harder, not bruising just firm.

“listen to me” he speaks and you nod, “we’ll find him okay? and damn the heavens if i leave this place without my son”

you lick your lips, “yeah let’s..um call me, text, whatever just..”

the world seems to move in a blur.

you’d been so happy, all of you, yuji insisted on coming here and you obliged ofcourse, you’d do anything for your son. yuji’s laughter on the rides, sukuna carrying yuji on his shoulders, yuji’s cotton candy stuffed cheeks.

you inhale shakily.

“i will,” sukuna calls out starting to walk away.

you turn around in haste, praying, praying, praying.

please let my baby be safe.

until—

“may we have your attention, please.”

your pulse jumps in your throat.

“the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team is requested to proceed to the main entrance.”

you turn around searching for sukuna to find his eyes already on you.

“again, the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team, please make your way to the main entrance. thank you.”

before your mind could catch up, you’re running. with sukuna only a step behind you, you both make for the main entrance.

closing up to it you spot him instantly, and you stop in your tracks.

sukuna walks ahead, speaking to the security guard who just laughs while saying something, but you’re too busy to notice. your eyes are frantic you scan your son head to toe.

he’s fine, he’s okay.

the rope of panic that had tightened around your chest loosens. you watch from a distance as yuji bounces on his feet, asking sukuna to pick him up while your husband rubs his neck, thanking the security guard for keeping your son safe.

and then yuji’s eyes flick over to yours.

“mama!!” he comes running.

you hadn’t realized how much that sound had meant to you, not until you’d been faced with the possibility of losing it.

you bend down scooping baby!yuji up into your arms and peppering his face with kisses, while he squeals and giggles.

opening up his hand, yuji proudly shows you a fidget spinner as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been lost “gun man gave me a gift!”

children were so clueless.

and you were too elated to speak, this just the act of holding your son, having him in your arms again meant everything.

“did you say thankyou, to the security guard?”

“duh” he droned, already looking around for some mischief to get up to.

you felt sukuna’s arms close around the both of you pulling you into a hug. he kissed the side of your head for a moment too long and you understood.

this had been just as frightening for sukuna.

though he’d never admit it.

but you knew, just from the way he slightly rubbed your shoulder and listened to yuji’s rambles attentively.

“he’s smart” his voice came out rough,

you leaned your head back against his chest, raising a brow in question.

“found the security guard himself, told him that he couldn’t find his mama and papa” he chuckled slightly, “brat didn’t even cry one bit”

you buried your nose in yuji’s hair and sighed contentedly.

“and here i was losing my mind” you murmured.

sukuna shrugged, “…and here we were”

yuji crawled out of your grip onto sukuna’s shoulders, cheerfully pointing around,

“can we go on that next?”

firefly; i’ve had this idea for so long, i just figured out how to execute it ❀ུ͏