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a/n: y'all sorry it's wordy lmfao. atp it feels like i'm just making my own Sukuna ooc. welp 😭 also ☝🏼 I came back and proofread it so hopefully there are no/minimal mistakes. somehow I made it even wordier. girl idk anymore

You're deciding between two shirts when Sukuna calls. The smile gracing your face leaves when you hear how serious he sounds. He's speaking low into the phone, the tone in his voice making it seem like he's upset.

It's weird how easily you pick up on his moods- the relationship between you two is fairly new. You two have been dancing around each other for a while now; floating in and out of mutual friend groups. You were no stranger to his brash personality and reputation; but it was Sukuna who tried to be respectful and stay away from you on the off chance that he'd run you away for whatever reason. He's aware of how he comes off, how he can be: abrasive and rude and sarcastic and hard to deal with.

So imagine his giddy when Gojo had told him you asked about him on a night out. How it felt to know that the person he had been pining over in secret, shared the same feelings about him. Of all people, you liked him. That truth had him walking on sunshine for days.

He usually feels that way when you're around. He feels lighter and happier and like everything just might be okay. The giant pit in his chest turns almond shaped, and he smiles much more naturally around you, laughing much more often. This is the side of Sukuna that not many people have the privilege of seeing.

So to hear Sukuna talk so quietly into the phone, mumbling something too muddled to hear, makes you uneasy. His smooth deep voice is so low that you can't help but to ask him to repeat his words. Sukuna clenches and unclenches his jaw, inhaling and speaking louder. "I can't make it tonight. Sorry."

"Oh." You respond, holding the phone. If it wasn't for the music playing in your background he would have thought you hung up on him.

Fuck, he thinks.

Sukuna is in his living room, running his hand through his hair looking at his empty fridge in anticipation for tonight. He didn't plan for his date to be cancelled, which offsets the rest of his schedule for the weekend.

Tonight was supposed to be date night, then tomorrow was gym, laundry, grocery store and getting on the game for a little before his nephews come over. But now that whole schedule is out the window and has to be reconstructed on a whim; because his asshole brother can't get his shit together.

Well, no. That's not the total truth, and that's unfair to say about Jin; Sukuna muses to himself. His therapy sessions do seem to be working. Sukuna knows Jin is trying his hardest; trying to keep himself afloat without Kaori. Jin has to bear the burden of working two jobs, just to keep Yuji and Choso safe and comfortable, and the grief of missing his partner. Not to mention doing all this while their wretched father Wasuke breathes down their back.

Just when things seem to be going too good; they go downhill. Not only does Sukuna have to cancel this perfect date he planned for the two of you- taking you to the evening symphony at the vineyard; (He mourns what tonight was supposed to be- you two listening to the live music, snuggled together under the twilight sky. Sharing a dinner while you two watch the sunset and maybe even inviting you to spend the night with him. The hidden romantic in him would love to wake up and spend his morning with you. Roll over to your sleeping face, you resting on his chest.) But now he has to scramble to get his place together before his babysitting duties begin.

Sukuna snaps out of his reverie when he hears you huff. He's trying not to spiral at the idea of you deciding this is it for the both of you. Sukuna knows he's busy, as are you. He knows that he tries his hardest to balance everything out. He especially knows that he hit it out of the park with you. You are so... Kind and funny and sweet and lively and so much fun to be around. A total knockout.

And you're dating him. When you could be seeing anybody. Sukuna knows you have people that want to be in your rotation. They're in your dm's, in your texts. He's seen how people look at you on the street, and how you interact with others. They're the people watching you dance at the club, buying you drinks at the bar, staring a little too hard at the waterfront.

He's no stranger to stolen glances and shared phone numbers and crushes- he is Sukuna after all. He himself has his fairshare of admirers. But they're not you. He only wants you. And he hopes you (still) want him too.

But here he is cancelling a date that the both of you have been looking forward to. And he's not sure where to go from here.

Cause normally you wouldn't mind. But this is the second time he has cancelled seeing you this week; and the third date he's cancelled this month. You try to be understanding, you really do. But your guard is up.

Is he dating around? Does he not know how to break it off between you? Is he not interested anymore?

Yeah, it would suck to kill the steadfast romance between you two. It would also suck having to see him at friend gatherings. But you two don't work together, you don't live close to him and you can count a handful of times you've seen him outside of a hang out. So in your mind, if he wants to call it off then he needs to just man up and do it. Don't half ass it, you think. You don't want to turn sour on the phone- but you feel like you need- no, you deserve an explanation.

You try to make your voice firm on the phone, but instead you just sound hasty. "So is this it?"

You can't see Sukuna right now, but if you could then you would see his eyes bugging out of his head like a cartoon. This is not what he wants. At all. He feels his palms start to sweat.

"What do you mean?" He responds a little too quickly. He starts to make himself busy to calm the antsy feeling in his stomach. He's walking in circles around his living room- fluffing a random pillow, aligning the tv remotes together, fixing the spiderman throw blanket (the one Yuji always drools on) on his sofa.

"I've barely seen you this month. Every other time you've cancelled on me Ryo. What's up? Are you seeing someone else? Do you wanna call it off?" You say, disdain creeping into your voice. You take in a deep breath, then add cooly. "Cause we can do that, if you want."

"No!" Sukuna says. Internally he's panicking. He doesn't want to unload all of his family baggage on you; for fear that you'd decide this is something you can't commit to. That he, is something you can't commit to. You wait for him to explain but the line is quiet.

Sukuna hears you laugh, and he feels his blood start to run cold. "Okay. Sure. I guess I'll see you around then." You say.

Now Sukuna is really panicking. "It- It's just that-" He's in the middle of trying to gather his words when he hears the click of you hanging up on him. Sukuna throws his phone on the couch, watching it bounce onto the rug. He licks his teeth, rubbing his hand harshly down his face. "FUCK!" He yells. He calls you back and it rings twice before going to voicemail. Sukuna hangs up, calls again and this time the call doesn't even ring. Great.

Sukuna paces around before going to his bedroom and laying face down on the bed. He turns his head to the side, practicing deep breathing like his therapist said. Supposed to ground him, or some shit. Who cares anymore.

He jumps off the bed, desperate to rid his body of the guilty feelings radiating through him. He thinks of punching his wall, but decides to do seven push ups instead. He then grabs his keys and heads to the supermarket to prepare for tonight.

You felt exasperated watching your phone light up as he tried to call you back. Whatever. You have never been one to sit around and be played.

You resolve to yourself that you have to go see what has him so busy. You're working yourself up as you get into his car and drive to his location.

You pull into the parking lot of his apartment, looking around trying to spot his vehicle. His car isn't secluded in the furthest corner of the lot where he usually parks it. Unsatisfied with what you're seeing, you pull onto the street and park there; turning your headlights off to be discreet. You ponder as you sit and wait.

You think about what you're gonna do when you catch him. Should you yell at him? Maybe. Would you stand right in front of him and burst into tears? Most likely. Would you spit in his face or take a swing at him? With the way you're feeling…

No. No you wouldn't do that. You care about him still; even if the romance fizzles into an awkward friendship. You know how sensitive and guarded he really is. You've spent nights together, in person and on the phone talking about everything and anything. He has even let you know about his therapy sessions, how he's been pulling extra weight when it comes to his family; how the highlight of his evenings used to be going to the gym to relieve stress but now it's just being able to talk to you.

You feel the tears coming into your eyes, and as you blink them away you realize two things. One: You like Sukuna more than you thought. And more importantly, Two: Maybe this wasn't a good idea. You should just cut your losses and go home. He definitely wouldn't want to be with you, friend or partner; if he found out you were sitting outside his apartment building waiting to catch a glimpse of him red handed.

Showing up at his apartment makes you look crazy. Him coming back, God forbid with a date would be so humiliating. This is so irrational. You say to yourself out loud. You sigh and snort. Is this what love makes you do? You have to laugh to keep from crying, or whatever they say.

Just as you turn your car back on, cutting your headlights on before you pull out, you stop breathing. Sukuna is standing in front of your car, at the cross walk with groceries in both his hands. He is looking right into your car, the tint on your windshield making him squint a little. 'Sukuna is so adorable' is the first thought that runs across your mind.

That thought is fleeting though, cause Sukuna starts to walk toward your car. You sit there, unmoving. He strolls toward your car door and waits for you to acknowledge him. When you refuse to turn your head he tugs on your door handle. When that doesn't work he knocks on the window. You refuse to open the car door, roll the window down, or look at him.

Instead of being annoyed or creeped out, Sukuna finds the situation comical. You hear his laughter outside of the car, taunting you.

Reluctantly, you watch as he crosses the street and walks up to his building, shaking his head, grinning. He opens the door to the lobby, turning around as he calls out to you "C'mon. I can't wait forever. I have ice cream." He's still grinning at you, and you can feel his infectious attitude.

However, it doesn't do much cause you're utterly embarassed. Before you can even think about it, you're already locking your car, your legs carrying you over to him. Seriously? Did you always fold this easily? Are you not as stubborn as you thought? You've made a fool of yourself in front of this man and he's laughing. Are you crazier than you originally believed? Is he crazy, too?

How the hell are you going to explain this? You two ride the elevator up in silence. You can see him glancing at you every few seconds; hearing his little tuts and scoffs of disbelief, the smile still on his face.

Sukuna wants to crowd your space. He wants to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight and kiss you right then and there. But he sees how tight you're carrying yourself; as if you have wronged him severely. Sukuna knows you never would, and just the idea that you were here trying to snoop on him makes his stomach errupt in butterflies. It clarifies for him that you care, and Sukuna is just too pleased at the fact that:

You really like him. As much as he likes you.

You follow him out the elevator, still in silence. But it's… comfortable. You try to hold one of the grocery bags he has in his hands and he moves his arm away. "I got it babe." Sukuna says to you with a wink.

You're let into this apartment, standing by the side table as he moves to put his groceries away. His place is tidy like usual, smelling faintly of the sage and sandalwood candle you had bought him a few weeks ago. You slightly smile at that, still deep in your thoughts as Sukuna locks his front door, then coming behind you to wrap you in a hug.

"Hi." Sukuna says. You don't respond, the embarassment still running in your veins. He kisses you on the temple, holding you tighter.

"What's wrong?" He tries again, swaying you side to side. Still no answer.

You hate how sweet he's being with you; like he's genuinely excited to see you. Happy at the idea of you popping up on him. You feel guilty, you feel stupid and juvenile- especially since he caught you as you were leaving.

He sighs dramatically, pushing you further into the apartment. The lighting is dim; most of it bleeding in from the kitchen. Sukuna drags you onto the couch with him, his hands roaming over your sides. "Your voice box broke?" He asks, and you start to feel the tears in your eyes again.

"Okay. Well.. I tried." Sukuna says in a bored tone. You think he's finally going to let go of you, let you leave with what little dignity you have left. But instead he settles into the couch more, swinging your legs up with his as he starts to tickle you.

You find your voice to laugh in terror. He's holding you securely, switching which hand is on your hip and which hand runs up and down your side to your neck and across your spine. He starts laughing too, sharing this moment with you.

You're screaming out Sukuna's name, thrashing in his hold, pushing him away, laughing loudly and freely. It's music to his ears. He finally ceases his tickling, ready for you to come down. You relax into his arms, as he hooks his chin on your shoulder.

"You came all the way over here to see me?" Sukuna whispers, kissing the shell of your ear lightly. He's flattered that you would do all this about him. A tingle runs down your spine- ridding you of the last speck of embarassment you had.

"Yeah, something like that." You say, trying to catch your breath.

Just as he's about to say something more, the doorbell rings. You whip your head across the apartment. Sukuna clears his throat, looking at you sheepishly before he sets you down on the couch to go answer it. The mood suddenly gets serious.

You crane your neck to see. There's another man that looks just like Sukuna. Just as tall, but not as buff nor tattooed. His eyes aren't as sharp and he wears glasses. He has a kind face, but looks overworked. He has two small children with him. The younger one races inside, while the older one stands at the door looking at you. You wave to him, and he waves back, his hands going to pull on his bookbag straps.

The smaller child stops right before you on the couch. You say Hello, and you see his face fill up with glee. "Hi!" He shouts at you, before running off to drop his bookbag in Sukuna's bedroom. The other child follows him as well.

You turn your attention back to the older brothers. They seem to be having a serious conversation. Sukuna has his arms crossed, you can see the outline of back muscles through his shirt. The other man has his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes cast to the ground as he listens.

Sukuna's brother looks up at that moment and locks eyes with you. He smiles and waves, introducing himself. "I'm Jin." He says simply. You respond with your name, and as you make your way to the door Sukuna subtly puts his arm around your hips, pulling you into his side.

Sukuna introduces you two to each other, and Jin apologizes for interfering with your date. He keeps the conversation short before he waves goodbye, thanking Sukuna for watching the boys.

Sukuna shrugs, waving Jin off as he closes the door. He turns to face you, letting out a sigh. You take the opportunity to start the conversation.

"So. This is the reason you've been cancelling dates?" You ask lightly. You can't find it in you to be mad about it anymore.

"Yeah.." Sukuna says, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I've been cancelling so much. It's not that I don't want to see you. I do. Trust me, I do." A dusting of pink runs across his cheeks.

Your conversation is cut short by the sound of something dropping, and you hear one of the brothers yell "Everythings okay!" Sukuna huffs in acknowledgement and you smile. He takes this as a cute to continue.

"But as you see, I've been busy. Helping my brother out. I watch my nephews a lot, and lately I've been getting them at the last minute. Spending the weekend with them; sometimes I get them on weeknights.. It's a lot to make sure they're taken care of."

You don't say anything in response, and that makes Sukuna nervous, so he continues. "I'm not seeing other people- I've been helping with homework and running baths and cooking dinner. And then getting them ready for bed; just to wake them up and get them ready for school. Sometimes Jin asks me to take them for days on end. I love them, but I'm kind of fucking exhausted." Sukuna vents, his hands coming to rub his eyes.

You study him in the low light of his living room. You flick the light switch on, and notice the pile of extra blankets off by the side table- folded neatly. There are pillows alongside them, a bath caddy with body wash and toothbrushes and spongebob towels.

You let out a sigh of relief as it starts to click in your mind. The anguish you tried so hard to stomp out doesn't escape you. It morphs into something else entirely, something softer and kinder.

Sukuna has been lamenting about cancelling dates- but he's had bigger things to take care of- or rather two small boys to take care of. He has a lot on his plate- this he's told you. But he never mentioned his nephews. If only you'd known.

Your heart swells at the big mean man in front of you, who's really the caring and dependable Uncle. You grab his hands, pulling them around your shoulders to hug you.

"I didn't know. I had no clue." You say, your thoughts still coming together. "It's really nice of you to do that. They need you more than you know." You tell him, mushing your cheek into his chest. You feel your eyes tear up again. What is it with all the emotions tonight?

"But..Why didn't you say anything? I would have understood. I thought maybe.. You had someone else. Or you wanted to break it off." You get quiet after your statement.

"No, definitely no one else." He chuckles, then turns serious. "Just you. I didn't want to scare you away." He says quietly, holding you in his arms. "I know it's a lot. And it's fucking chaotic and loud and obnoxious. But these brats are my family. I wasn't sneaking around with anyone…" Sukuna trails off, trying to find the words.

"I just wasn't sure if it was too early for me to bring you into this. If you'd be ready, or willing to accept it all. I really really like you, you know. A lot. More than I've liked anyone before. I don't want to mess this up, or turn you away. I guess I wanted to take my time with you, savor what I could, in case you decided it was too much and you'd leave." Sukuna finishes.

"You're full of it." You respond swiftly, trying to knock that thought out of his head as quickly as you can. "I don't plan on going anywhere. I was actually gonna ask, can I.. stay for a while, hang out with you guys?" You look up at him. He sees the twinkle in your eyes.

Sukuna is one step before speechless. He expected more pushback, for you to be resistant to the idea of all of this. He didn't imagine sharing his family would be so easy.

"Is it not too much for you? Yuji can get annoying as fuck." Sukuna jokes. You swat his chest, looking up at him.

"I want to be here. With you, and with them too." You say earnestly. Sukuna feels like God himself has smiled upon him; sent him an angel coming down on a beam of sunshine. He thinks about how lucky he is. He lets out a sigh of relief, kissing your head.

"Okay. Well. Yuji won't stop talking once he starts, and will probably be glued to your hip. Choso doesn't really talk much. We're trying to get him to be more social. He keeps to himself a lot. Wanna get him out his shell some." Sukuna starts to explain. The moment feels so wholesome. It's sweet and small but so significant. Like this was some imaginary next step for the two of you.

You lean up and kiss him. Sukuna meets your lips halfway, grabbing your hips as you tighten your arms around his neck. You give him another peck, and then turn your head to laugh at your absurdity tonight.

Sukuna looks at you, a little confused by your cackling. You start to explain to him. "I can't believe I really drove to your house to catch you in the act. And now I've crashed boys night." You let out a sound of joy, laughing. Sukuna joins in, mentioning how you ignored him in your car. You apologize lightly, both of you chuckling about it. You let go of him, walking to sit on the couch as the boys bounce out of the bedroom.

Sukuna moves to the kitchen, getting started on dinner as Choso grabs the remote control for the TV. Yuji sits right beside you. If he seems a little hesitant he doesn't show it. He sits so close to you he's almost in your lap. You smile at the young boy. Yuji introduces both him and Choso. You smile at them, Choso quietly asking your name.

Sukuna peeks in on you three from the kitchen doorway. He sees you making conversation with Choso, as Yuji listens, all his attention focused on you. You turn to ask Yuji a question, and he looks at you, wide eyed, blurting out "You're really pretty. And your voice is nice. Do you talk a lot?"

You look at him, laughing again. "Uh, thank you! I think I do? I like to talk."

"That's good. I like to talk too. I like to talk to you and Uncle Kuna and Choso and my dad. I like to talk to my grandpa Wasuke too. You sound the best out of all of them though." He says proudly.

"Brat." Sukuna says, getting the attention of Yuji. Yuji giggles and falls dramatically off the couch as if he's been caught. Sukuna huffs, going back into the kitchen.

"Let me go see if he needs any help. I'll be right back okay?" You say.

"Okay!" Yuji answers. "I'll keep your seat warm." He says jumping back on the couch. You find the young boy very lively, very comical.

"Uncle Kuna" you say quietly, coming to stand next to Sukuna. He looks at you and rolls his eyes. "I think that might be your best title." You tell him.

Sukuna looks back at you, pulling you into his side. "I think my best title is your boyfriend, actually." He smirks, and you laugh airily at that. He kisses you once again, licking your bottom lip trying to deepen it.

"Aht aht." You say, pressing your hand to his chest. "There are children in the apartment." Sukuna scoffs. "So?" He says, genuinely offended.

Now it's your turn to scoff. You push him off you, and he smirks again as you start helping him in the kitchen. He looks over at you, shaking his head and smiling.

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You wake up to the muffled sounds of vomiting. Sukuna's side of the bed is empty, and when you run your hand across the sheet, you find it damp with sweat. You walk towards the sound, stumbling over Sukuna's pajama bottoms that are tossed on the floor by the bathroom door.

Your eyes adjust to the dark bathroom, to find Sukuna retching over the toilet bowl. You stand in the doorway, moving to rub his back when his heaving stops. His skin is hot and clammy.

It starts to click in your sleep muddled brain- Sukuna is sick.

You don't want to make a big deal about it. You know that he can be even more irrational than usual when he isn't feeling well. But you don't want him to confuse your calm demeanor with the idea that you don't care. You know him well enough to know that he thinks he doesn't want to be taken care of.

"Why are your pants on the floor?" You ask.

"I took em off. Was getting too hot." Sukuna answers. His voice is hoarse - probably from throwing up.

Before you can respond, Sukuna flushes the toilet and sits on his haunches. You can barely see him, the night light plugged in the hallway giving just enough of a glow to see the outline of his features. He looks depleated.

"Why are you up." He says to you, annoyed at himself for waking you up from your sleep.

"You're sick." You say, as if it's not obvious.

"I'm not." Sukuna replies, still sitting on the tiled floor.

"Well you obviously don't feel well." You can tell that he's in a terrible mood, not feeling too great. You don't want to rattle him any further but his ability to get on your nerves in any situation is unmatched.

Sukuna huffs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Just go back to sleep."

"Go back to sleep? Your throwing your guts up and you want me to go back to sleep." You scoff at him, your own attitude starting to seep through. "Don't tell me what to do. Do you need anything?"

He doesn't make a move to stand up, even when you hold your hand out for him to grasp. "Yeah, for you to leave me alone." Sukuna says, his head tilted lazily towards you.

You're at your wits end. It is three o' clock in the morning on a week day, and you are dealing with an irritable, cranky man. "Sukuna. Shut the fuck up and let me help you." You respond.

He looks at you then, and you see his internal battle in his tear rimmed eyes. You know Sukuna wants to deal with it himself; not because he doesn't want you to take care of him- but because he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He won't allow himself the comfort, the convenience of having somebody to lean on.

"You should get in a bath, I'll go change the sheets. They're kinda soaked." You continue.

"My fault. I'll just go sleep on the couch." Sukuna says, rising off the floor to his full height, looking down at you. He refuses to make eye contact with you, like you reprimanded him for stealing a cookie out the jar.

"Sukuna. Enough." You say, trying to stop yourself from getting annoyed.

He looks away. Sukuna knows he's being difficult. You both know why he's giving you such a hard time. He's usually taking care of everything on his own. Scraping himself up off the floor and rebuilding himself when he's down and out. Even though you two have been dating for some time now, living together for months, Sukuna still doesn't know how to handle your generosity, your kindness and your compassion. He is still somehow coming to terms with the fact that you care about him.

It makes him uncomfortable. Because he has to admit to both you and himself that deep down, he craves it.

With a sigh, you turn from him, starting the bath. The water is lukewarm- not too cold or hot. As it fills the tub, you two make no more conversation. He's too exhausted for another snappy remark- and he doesn't want you to decide that you can't put up with him; even though you both know you would never do that. Not to him.

You slide his boxers down his legs and help him into the tub. Sukuna relaxes instantly, exhaling loudly.

It's the middle of the night, the house is so calm. so quiet. You sit with him for a while, his eyes closed as he soaks in the tub. He looks so peaceful, almost as if he's fallen asleep. You go to get up, Sukuna peeks one eye open. He doesn't want you to leave.

Before you head back to the bedroom, you brush his hair off his forehead. His skin is still a little clammy. You give him a quick peck on his temple.

You return after changing the bed, laying out an extra blanket for Sukuna. You have a new pair of boxers and a towel for him too.

You sit it all down on the counter, seeing Sukuna hunched over in the water. You sit again on the edge of the tub, taking his washcloth and lathering his back for him. The only sound in the bathroom is the water gently shloshing around the tub. The motions of you washing his back soothe him.

You help him out the tub, drying him off and dressing him. He rolls his eyes a bit at this, but you don't pay that any mind. It is Sukuna after all. You pull the stopper to drain the tub while he brushes his teeth. You wait in the bathroom with him, following behind him when he leaves.

He walks towards the bedroom door and you feel your blood pressure rise.

"Hey. Under the covers. Now." You say sternly. Sukuna turns to face you, raising his hands in defeat. He walks back to the bed and gets in.

"You know I like it when you boss me around." He says in as sultry a voice as he can muster. You can't help but laugh at that. He relaxes into the covers. You can tell he wants to move closer to you but he doesn't want to be troublesome. You slide closer to him, grabbing him to lean on your chest.

The bedroom is quiet, and it's dark. The sheets are cool, but you still feel Sukuna wide awake against you. You rub his back, and he speaks into the comfort of the atmosphere.

"Sorry you had to wake up and take care of my sick ass." He says with a huff.

It's easier to have a conversation so vulnerable when you can't see him. Sukuna doesn't want you to see his emotions bubble to the surface. You waking up to take care of him means more than you know.

"Oh, stop sulking. It's not that serious. We help each other." You start. "Remember that time I came home drunk off my ass?"

Sukuna shrugs. So you continue. "While you were in the middle of yelling at me for not calling you to pick me up, I ran to the bathroom. You were right behind me, holding my hair back while I threw up."

He laughs, curling his arms around you a little tighter. "Yeah. There was so much vomit. It was fucking disgusting."

"Exactly." You continue. "And you cleaned up what didn't reach the toilet. You didn't even complain about it."

He breathes out a laugh, so you finish your story. "And you woke up the next day, still ready to take care of me.. Even though I insisited I was fine."

"Yeah cause you're stubborn as fuck." Sukuna says to you. You hear the humor in his voice.

"Look in the mirror much?" You ask him. He doesn't respond right away. Instead he grabs your free hand, laying a kiss on it.

"I hate asking for help." He says, so quiet you almost miss it.

"Oh trust me, I know. I've been around long enough to know." At your response he pinches you lightly, and you swat his hand away laughing.

"But seriously. I know. And the thing is.. you don't need to ask. I'll do it regardless. Not because I have to, because I want to." You tell him. The darkness of the bedroom gives you confidence to speak honestly.

"Thank you." Sukuna responds. It's all he can muster up. "You don't have to thank me baby." You say softly, still rubbing his back. His breathing starts to even out, and he falls back to sleep.

not my best work i feel but.. i didn't see much else happening in this fic & i figured i'd clean my drafts out lol. pls like/reblog/comment! & thanks for reading xoxo

you mean live my normal life or die 😹😹 this choice is tew easy

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this ask means so much to me i can't lie 😌 you got me sitting in my bed all bashful and shit LMAO!