In which Sukuna indulges your question, you call him a pervert thrice and then you're arguing about your future children.
Sukuna lay beneath the Sakura tree with his girlfriend of four months at his side. He had one arm around your shoulders while you rested your head contentedly upon his hard chest. He held up the manga he was reading with his other hand. Dimly, he wondered why he waited so long to allow himself to be happy.
You were peering up at his book too, idly paying heed to the plot. However, you were more distracted by the steady rise and fall of his chest and the rhythmic beating beneath the dark shirt he wore, the fabric stretching over his muscles. You were in love with him, that much was clear. This big, intimidating man who you used to avoid eye contact with at school. This man who saved you from those curses who were following you home. He asked you on a date after that. A scary scowl on his face, his knuckles bloody and his eyes piercing. The situation was so ridiculous, that you just laughed and nodded.
Now you’re both here, basking in each other’s warmth. You can’t help but think about the future..
“How many kids do you want?”
His chest stopped moving. Sukuna had stopped breathing. You froze too, suddenly mortified by your own question.
Shit, were you being too fast? does he hate you now? he must think you're weird, surely...
You were both still for a while, then at length Sukuna’s hand moved up to rest on your head. He exhaled. “Five.”
“Five?” you repeated, relieved and astonished at the same time. “But that’s so many…”
“Five, to make a basketball team.”
“Or six. Then they could play three on three.”
He was teasing you, you realized, and you laughed. “We’ll be very busy.”
“Creating them won’t be a chore.”
“That’s not what I meant!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks heat up.
Sukuna smirked, then he closed his book and laid it on the ground. “All I’m saying is, I’m up for the baby making process and I think you should be too.”
“Yes, I am,” he said unrepentantly, then planted a kiss on the top of your head.
“Well, I want three children,” you said dreamily. “I thought we could name them after when they were born.”
Sukuna made a strangled noise that sounded strangely like a laugh. “April, May and June?”
You shook your head. “Like August, Monday and Thirdy.”
“Uh, yes? Because they’re the third born?.”
Sukuna chuckled. “Looks like we’re going to have to be precise.”
“We’ll be abstaining in September and October, but we’ll be fucking like rabbits come winter.”
“What? I’m trying to conceive August.”
“Pervert, I know,” he snickered, then kissed your forehead this time. “What sport would they play then?”
“Nothing, they’ll form a band instead,” you teased.
“Kids would beat them up after school.”
You shook your head again. “Nobody beats up a Ryomen.”
“True, but I still refuse to be the Ryomen Family Singers.”
“I’d rather have my basketball team.”
“You’re not the one who’ll be bearing children,” you retorted.
“We’ll compromise,” he said briskly. “We’ll have four children. They’ll play two on two basketball but perform as a jazz quartet every Thursday.”
“Sounds perfect,” you giggled. Then you went on decisively, “Our eldest will be a boy. He’ll be very protective of his siblings. Like you with Yuji!” He makes a face at that.
“He’ll be the coolest kid in school,” Sukuna threw in. “He’ll rule the campus and everyone would be afraid of him. He’ll be a tough kid, like me.”
“No he won’t,” you argued at once. “He’ll be warm and friendly, like me.”
“Why do you insist that our kids would be sissies?”
“I am not a sissy.” You looked up at him. You stared at each other for a moment, then you sighed. “We’ll compromise. He’ll be tough and friendly.”
“That’s putting a lot of pressure on the kid,” Sukuna quipped, but you ignored him.
“They’ll be friends with the Okkotsus!”
“Of course. Yuta and Maki would be married and have kids of their own.”
“Her kids would be geniuses,” you said loyally. “We’ll introduce our little Ryomens to their little Okkotsus.”
“Not if they take after me and Yuta,” you said, sticking out your tongue.
“Little August would be bored with little Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes.”
“Little Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes!,” you corrected, and he looked at you in question. “Maki-chan wants a girl. She says they’re much more reasonable than boys.”
He nodded. “Ah, I see. Because girls use their brains and boys use their—”
“Heads,” he finished devilishly. You swatted him on the chest then pushed yourself up to scold him.
“We’ve already established that,” he chuckled as he planted a swift kiss on your lips. You rolled your eyes then settled back down.
“You’re going to have to be a better role model for little August,” you chided. Sukuna was glad you couldn’t see his wolfish grin because he was bound to get an earful. His smile faded, however, when you continued, “By the time he goes to Jujutsu High—”
“No,” he said in a clipped tone. “No Jujutsu High.”
“But he has to go to the school,” you insisted. “He’ll be a sorcerer. He needs to be around other gifted kids so that he could learn.”
“Non-negotiable. We'll send them to a little private school."
You sat up then looked at your boyfriend, hoping to appeal to him, but he met your gaze with an indisputable look.
“I’m sure the school will be in a better state by then.”
“The school would’ve changed a lot.”
“It'd be better with Satoru running it. Actually, let’s avoid Satoru altogether. I know he’ll be a bad influence.”
“(Y/N),” he returned, matching your tone. You played the staring game again then finally he sighed. He was no proof against your gaze. Sukuna sat up and ran a hand over his face. “We’ll compromise.”
“How? We’ll send half of him to Jujutsu High and the other half to juvenile court?”
Sukuna chuckled, then he reached out to brush a stray lock away from your face. “We’ll send little August to the school if Gojo Satoru is the headmaster by then.”
You laughed heartily at that, startled by his response and the level tone he used. You were still giggling when Sukuna guided you back down so that you could continue reading his manga.
Everything will be okay. You have each other. He loves you, you love him. The future is looking bright. Not everything will work out the way you planned them, but that's okay. You'll compromise.
thank you for 5k notes on my first Suku fluff and sharing my love for SoftKuna. This one though is def my favorite. Thank you for reading💕
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