#yuji

Yu: Special thanks to my little cousin for giving me the idea for this story. ♡ I love him so much. 😭

• English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes. Don't hesitate to point them out!

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You had been trying to wean Yuji off his pacifier for a while now.

You had tried almost every method.

You had even tied his pacifiers to balloons and let them float away one by one.

At first, it seemed like a game to Yuji, but when he realized the truth, he threw a massive tantrum. You had explained everything to him, and he'd even said okay, but he was just a kid after all.

He loved all of his pacifiers. The green one, the blue one, the purple one... But the only one he had left was his favorite.

The red one.

You knew letting go of that one would be the hardest.

With his last pacifier still in his mouth, he told everyone he met that all his pacifiers were gone.

But Yuji was his father's son.

He was a proud little boy.

Whenever someone smiled and said, "You're a big boy now," he'd quickly pull it out of his mouth, hide it behind his back, and giggle.

He did the same thing whenever he saw kids younger than him.

At daycare, he slept without it because there were younger kids there.

After all, he was a big boy.

Big boys slept without pacifiers.

At home, though, things were different.

He refused to sleep without it, and whenever you tried to put him to bed without his pacifier, he'd throw a tantrum.

You read him bedtime stories, rocked him in your arms, hugged him close, stroked his hair, kissed his forehead...

Nothing worked.

Then the day finally came.

"I have to pee, Mommy!"

You noticed he had come with his pacifier.

"Take your pacifier out before you come in, baby."

You always told him this, but he never listened.

Once again, he shook his head.

He finished using the bathroom and was just getting up from the toilet when...

It happened.

He was about to tell you something...

"Mommy, look—"

The pacifier slipped from his mouth.

And fell into the toilet.

Plop.

The little boy's eyes went wide.

Yuji was a smart kid, and he knew a pacifier that fell into the toilet wasn't coming back.

After a few seconds of shock, he let out a scream.

"My paci! My paci! No!"

He was crying so loudly...

"Mommy!"

You tried to comfort him.

"Yuji... Baby—"

"My paci! No!" He desperately reached toward the toilet.

"I know you're very sad that your pacifier is gone, but we can't use it anymore. Should we say goodbye to it together?"

"No! I want my paci!"

Calming him down took everything you had.

You didn't even realize how many hours had passed.

In a way, this was a good opportunity. You had already been trying to wean him off his pacifier, and this time, he'd dropped it himself. Which meant he couldn't blame you.

Still, you knew your son.

Even if he'd calmed down for now, bedtime was going to be especially difficult.

The two of you were lying on the couch together, and he was watching cartoons while snuggled up in your arms.

The moment he heard the front door open, his attention immediately shifted, and he ran toward his father, who had just come home from work.

The second Sukuna stepped inside, Yuji launched into his story.

"Daddy! All my pacis are gone! My red paci fell into the toilet!"

He was explaining it so earnestly that you wanted to pinch his little cheeks.

To your little boy, it was the biggest problem in the world.

Sukuna looked at his son in surprise and went along with his excitement.

"No way. Even the red one? Guess there's no going back now, kid. You're a big boy now."

While Yuji continued to babble, Sukuna ruffled his hair and glanced at you. He immediately understood how exhausted you were just by looking at your face. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened... He knew how attached his son was to that pacifier.

"Looks like you've had a rough day." He smirked.

"Don't tease me! I lost track of time!"

"So, what happened?"

"He came to the bathroom with his pacifier like always, and this time, he dropped it."

"Did he cry a lot?"

"You have no idea. It was so hard to calm him down..."

"This brat is going to give us a lot of trouble tonight."

"That's for sure."

That night, and every bedtime that followed over the next several days, were much harder than either of you had expected. Screaming, kicking, crying…

It would take some time for the tantrums to pass.

I don't know who made this edit, but omg it looks like they're having a conversation walking side by side like:

S: *munches modern snacks despite saying they're disgusting bc his ass is always hungry*

"... what?"

Y: "How do you manage to look thirty in a fifteen-year-old's body?"

S: "..."

Y: "Is it the centuries' worth of repressed emotions?"

S: "Huh?"