Baby and the Beast (Sukuna) · Y/n story by @Lilyp4d

The late afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, casting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light. The flat smells like cinnamon and something faintly sweet — apple, maybe, from the half-eaten snack abandoned on the coffee table.

Yuuji

Mama! he announces, not looking up from his tower Mama, watch! Watch Yuuji!

From the kitchen, the clatter of a spoon against ceramic. The warm murmur of Sukuna's voice, low and rough, as he mutters something to himself. The kettle clicks off.

Yuuji

his bottom lip wobbles Mama...!

Heavy footsteps. Sukuna appears in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. His crimson eyes sweep over the scene — the fallen blocks, the trembling toddler, the scattered colorful pieces across the rug.

Sukuna

a flat look Tch. It fell. Build it again. No crying.

Yuuji

turns his head sharply, glaring up at his father with those familiar eyes No! I want MAMA!