#fluffy

It’s… you.

And Sukuna.

And Yuji.

All holding hands.

There’s a big, messy red heart drawn over all three of you.

You stare at it. “…Yuji…”

“I made it,” he says quickly. “So you won’t be mad anymore.”

Your chest tightens. “I’m not mad at you,” you say gently.

“I know,” he nods. “You’re mad at him.”

A pause.

“…yeah.”

Yuji looks over his shoulder, like he’s checking for something, then leans in closer to you and whispers-

“He’s really sad.”

You almost scoff, but Yuji keeps going.

“He was walking around and being all grumpy and didn’t even yell at me when I spilled juice,” he says, eyes wide like that’s the ultimate proof. “That means he’s super sad.”

Your lips twitch. “…Did he send you here?”

Yuji hesitates. “…no,” he says. Then quieter, “I just… heard him talking.”

Your heart dips a little. “What was he saying?”

Yuji scrunches his face, trying to remember. “Um… he said… ‘she’s being stupid,’” he starts, and you immediately roll your eyes-

but then he continues-

“…and then he said ‘I messed up.’”

You still. Yuji looks up at you, hopeful. “And then he said he didn’t know how to fix it,” he adds softly. “So I’m fixing it.”

That hits harder than you expect. You look back down at the drawing in your hands, tracing the uneven lines of the three of you. “…he’s bad at apologizing,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” Yuji nods seriously. “He’s bad at a lot of things.” You laugh a little at that.

Silence settles for a second, then Yuji gently pushes the drawing closer into your lap.

“So you forgive him now?”

You hesitate. “…I don’t know.”

His face drops just a little.

“…okay,” he says, but he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he climbs right into your lap like he belongs there, arms wrapping around your middle in a tight little hug.

“He really likes you,” he mumbles into your shirt.

Your breath catches.

“I know he’s mean,” Yuji continues, completely unfiltered, “but he only does that when he’s scared or dumb.”

You choke out a laugh. “Or both,” he adds helpfully.

“…that sounds about right.”

Yuji pulls back just enough to look at you. “So… you don’t have to forgive him a lot,” he negotiates, very serious again. “Just a little bit. Like this much.”

He pinches his fingers together, showing the tiniest gap.

You stare at him.

God.

You sigh, your anger melting in slow, helpless pieces. “…fine,” you mumble. “A little bit.”

Yuji gasps like you just granted a miracle.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smile, brushing his hair back. “But don’t tell him I said that.”

Yuji grins. “…too late.”

The door behind you creaks again.

You turn-

And there he is.

Sukuna.

Leaning against the frame like he hasn’t moved in ages, arms crossed, trying to look unaffected, but his eyes give him away immediately.

Relieved.

Careful.

Hopeful, even.

“…you sent a five-year-old to do your job?” you raise a brow.

“I didn’t send him,” Sukuna mutters. “He snuck out.”

Yuji beams proudly. “I fixed it.”

Sukuna huffs, pushing off the wall, walking in slowly.

“…did you?” he mutters, eyes flicking to you.

You hold his gaze for a second longer than you should. “…a little bit,” you say.

He exhales quietly, shoulders dropping just slightly. “…good enough.”

Yuji looks between you both, then claps his hands. “Okay! Hug now.”

You and Sukuna both freeze.

“…no,” Sukuna says immediately.

“Do it,” Yuji insists.

“No.”

“Do it.”

You snort.

Sukuna glares at you like this is somehow your fault. Yuji grabs your hand, then Sukuna’s, and before either of you can protest-

he shoves them together.

Your fingers brush Sukuna’s, he doesn’t pull away.

“…there,” Yuji says, satisfied. “Fixed.”

You glance up at Sukuna, and he’s already looking at you.

“…you still mad?” he mutters.

“…a little.”

“…fair.”

A pause.

“…I messed up,” he adds, quieter this time. Real this time.

Your grip on his hand tightens just a little. “…yeah. You did.”

Another pause.

“…I’ll do better,” he says.

You study him, then sigh. “…okay.”

Yuji cheers like someone just won a championship, throwing his arms around both of you at once.

“GROUP HUG.”

Sukuna groans.

You laugh, cheeks turning a faint pink when you feel Sukuna pressing a kiss to your forehead.