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nanami's heart dropped to his stomach, the look of bewilderment forming a deep wrinkle between his brows, “excuse me?”

the red truck under your son's hand rolled back and forth, ignorant to what his words actually meant.

but upon noticing the toy and a look of blissful ignorance on the toddler, nanami decided to correct the mishap before it could escalate.

“firetruck.”

of course he mentioned it to sukuna since he was the one to pick the kids up from school that day, your husband taking it with an amused laugh and reassuring the stressed teacher that all was well.

until he, too, became a victim of your kids' mispronunciations.

—

“add fries to her nuggets,“ sukuna mumbled, eyes glued to the screens on the wall as they displayed a variety of fries. “which ones do you want?”

your daughter followed her dad's gaze, her brows furrowing just like his while the cashier noticed how scarily similar their mannerisms were.

with her head resting on her dad's shoulder, she sweetly said:

“ass round, pwease.”

the silence was loud, sukuna stunned at the words leaving his princess' mouth.

and still, you dismissed your husband's claims.

“babe, I'm telling you,” he trailed after you, growing more frustrated the more you waved off his concern. “they're cussing out like sailors.”

“that's ridiculous,” you were too busy cooking, putting groceries away, and making sure the dog didn't accidentally knock a hot pan off the stove to engage with sukuna.

once you found a moment to pause and think, you gave him a weird look.

“you should get your ears checked, though.”

he was about to retaliate and defend his hearing when your son's whine carried from outside.

“mooooom! bug won't share the jumpoline with me!”

your smirk of victory and raised brow had sukuna grunting away to see what all the fuss was about.

—

the day is particularly warm, so you suggested a day outside on your backyard.

after giving kaori a call, you quickly got things ready and, thankfully, your husband found the air pump before the twins could complain about their kiddie pool not being inflated.

you take a moment to appreciate the atmosphere: the kids squealing and splashing at the water, sukuna and jin staring at the grill as if that would help the steaks cook faster, kaori and you being able to lie back and relax since choso is enough the keep the kids entertained.

life is good.

“whore movies! whore movies! whore movies!”

your head snaps in the kids' direction, the three squirts jumping in delight as their chant turns louder.

“oh my god!” kaori gasps, her eyes going to jin in disbelief.

choso, who seemed to be on a phone call, quickly ends it and looks in the adults' direction in fear, meeting three pairs of widened eyes before frantically trying to get the kids to shut up.

“hey– don't say that! yuuji!” but little yuuji is too happy chanting over and over, the twins following his lead as they jump in a circle. “knock it off!”

“what's going on!?” you've made it to the kiddie pool, choso shrinking under your gaze, and the kids finally stopping once they see you approach.

“i don't know! i was talking to yuki and-and i told them I'm going to the movies later–”

loud sirens interrupt his alibi, a familiar red-coloured truck driving past your street while the sound blasts through the neighbourhood.

“yuuji, look! a firefuck!”

your son can't hide his delight, clapping, and doing somersaults around the garden in excitement while your daughter watches in awe.

“firefuck, woaaah…”

by now, your jaw has reached the floor.

with one kid doing somersaults, another twirling and giggling, and little yuuji splashing the water still too focused on whore movies, no one actually knows how to stop the madness.

“HA! i told you!”

sukuna has never looked happier, mirth making his eyes sparkle—he's the embodiment of nicole kidman after divorcing tom cruise.

“i told her,” he nudges a still aghast jin with his elbow, downing his beer in one go before making his way to you. “i told her soooo many times, and you know what she did? she called me old. she gaslighted me.”

“that's a big word for y–”

his hands find your cheeks, squishing them together while you glare up at him.

“s'okay, i forgive you,” he taunts you, planting the loudest most wettest smooch on your lips and then moving his hands down to your backside, giving it a generous squeeze. “little bug was right, though. ass round.”

(horror movies, hash brown fries, and firetrucks have been banned in your home ever since).