#he returns

“Hiya, Yuji, what’s up?” You laugh a little and let the kid into your apartment.

“I’m hungry but I don’t want my uncle’s cooking… he burns everything and doesn’t know how to cook how I like.”

“Oh, you want my cooking?”

“Yeah…”

You smile and sit Yuji down in your couch and turn on his cartoons while you cook his favorite lunchtime meal.

As you’re cooking, Sukuna walks into your apartment, looking at you and smirking.

“You’re like a housewife, are you sure you and that nephew of mine aren’t together?”

“Uncle! You have to knock!” Yuji frowns at the sight of Sukuna.

“Don’t tell me what to do, brat.”

Yuji pokes his tongue out at his uncle and hides between your legs as Sukuna scowls at the kid. You just laugh and shake your head as you finish cooking for Yuji and give him the food. Yuji eats as Sukuna talks with you.

“You never answered my question.”

“Choso and I are just friends.”

“Really? Because I see how-”

“Uncle! When is my big brother coming home?”

Sukuna scowls when he can’t keep teasing you about Choso.

“He should be back for his lunch break soon, brat.”

As if on cue, almost like always, Choso enters your apartment with a soft knock on your door.

“No one was in my apartment, I almost thought Sukuna ran away with Yuji.”

“Choso!” Yuji smiles and runs to his big brother.

Choso smiles to you and sits Yuji back at the table.

“Did he run here because of Sukuna’s cooking?”

“I’m right here, you know.”

Choso laughs and smiles to you as he looks at his uncle.

“You should keep a better eye on Yuji, uncle.”

“Not my fault the brat is too small to see.”

“I’m not a brat!” Yuji frowns at Sukuna and stuffs his face with food.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and goes to Choso’s apartment while complaining under his breath. Choso chuckles and looks at you as you wipe sauce off of Yuji’s chin. He notices you still have his shirt from the other day and he feels a little flutter in his chest at the thought of you wearing it around your apartment.

“Yuji’s grown to be a little picky.”

“Nah, I cook all kinds of stuff for him.” You smile.

“I guess he’s more picky over the cook. He tells me he only likes your cooking and my cooking.”;

“Oh really?” You smile and ruffle the boy’s hair.

Yuji huffs and moves your hands away as he eats. Choso laughs and makes himself a plate of the food you made, hoping his uncle hasn’t burnt down his house.