Thread by @beefandtofu

Day 4 of #sukuitaweek2021
Age Gape | Shotadori | OG!Sukuna

He wasn't aware that Wasuke's wayward son had a child.

When he comes knocking at his former right hand's door after a nasty altercation with the police, he's met with large brown eyes set in a too innocent face.

Sukuna stands bleeding in the rain, blinking stars from his vision. He thinks perhaps the blood loss has finally got to him, because there is no other convceivable reason why there would be a doll gazing back up at him.

"Whoa! Grandpa, a demon's at the door!" the doll exclaims.

As abrupt as a gunshot, Wasuke appears, eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sight of Sukuna bleeding in his entry way.

"For the love of— Yuji, get the first aid kit!" he tells what Sukuna only now realises is a child, not a doll.

Could've fooled him, honestly.

Echoed by the pitter-patter of rainful, small footsteps go scurrying off back into the house. Sukuna, spelled or maybe just dying, cranes his neck to follow the sound. He's stopped from tipping over just in time by Wasuke's shoulder, the man helping him regain his equilibrium.

"You're always finding ways to make trouble for me," Wasuke grumbles, moving Sukuna into the living room where a towel has been laid out on the floor. Wasuke's grandson sits nearby. "Were you followed?"

"Would I have come here... if I was?" Sukuna snarls through gritted teeth.

He flops onto his back, a stream of profanity spilling forth.

The bullet had gotten him in the side, straight and clean. He's had far worse, but he's never lost this much blood in his life. His men would've carried him off by now if they hadn't been separated in the chaos.

He's lucky to have made it to Wasuke. His former deputy seems to fall right back into his role, his movements precise and skilful as he prepares the tools for the extraction.

His gradnson, Yuji, with the doll-like countenance, sits by Sukuna's head.

He's a slight thing, with short, plump limbs, and creamy unblemished skin, his eyes so large and golden-brown Sukuna has a hard time differentiating him from an actual doll.

He sits wiping at Sukuna's forehead with a cool wet cloth, his gaze pointedly avoiding the blood.

"I didn't know... you had a... grandchild," Sukuna grunts, regretful that he hadn't requested for something to bite down on.

"Mm. His name is Yuji," Wasuke says, as though Sukuna hadn't already latched onto that small piece of information.

"I'm ten!" Yuji beams at him.

Sukuna's mouth twitches involuntarily. "If I know anything about your father... you... must be a handful, too."

Yuji gasps, surpemely offended. "I'm good! I'm a good boy!"

Sukuna's laughter chokes off into a strangled groan as Wasuke digs into his wound.

By some odd coincidence, the rain ceases the moment the bullet is rooted out, plunging the Itadori household into a serene sort of quietness that has him shutting his eyes.

"Don't sleep," Yuji reprimands, like a disgruntled sweetheart.

Sukuna cracks an eye open obediently.

"Yuji, let him be," Wasuke says, though there's no heat behind it.

Yuji glances up at his grandfather, then back to Sukuna. "Don't sleep," he repeats rebelliously, leaning over him until his small head is haloed by the single lightbulb in the living room.

"What will happen if I do?" Sukuna asks, shifting his own weight to make it easier on Wasuke as the older man bandages him.

"You might die!" Yuji exclaims intensely, his small fists clenched.

"I believe that's a concern for concussions, not bullet wounds," Sukuna tells him.

Yuji glares down at him for a moment, then he's retreating until Sukuna can no longer see him. In his slight delirium, Sukuna attempts to get up to follow, but Wasuke firmly holds him down.

Thankfully, Yuji returns not too long later with a clean set of clothing.

"Done. We'll have to see how you fare tonight. You might catch a fever," Wasuke says, cleaning his hands of Sukuna's blood. "Yuji, I'll let you change him."

"I got it!" Yuji straightens determinedly. He starts immediately with Sukuna's torn shirt.

Sukuna thinks it'll be a struggle. Yuji is so small, he appears as if he would lack the strength to pick up a small rock, let alone Sukuna's immense weight.

"Excuse me," the boy says as he all but lifts Sukuna clean off the floor to remove him of his shirt.

Oh.

The rest happens too quickly for his feverish mind. He feels a brief coldness, before something warm blankets over him, tied loose at his waist to not irritate his injury.

"Okay, mister. I'll be back, don't go anywhere," Yuji firmly instructs him as he stands again.

"Wait."

Sukuna blindly manages to catch a hold of Yuji's arm, his much larger hand circling it entirely.

"Yes?" Yuji sits back down beside him, too poised and well-trained for it to have not been Wasuke's doing. What has he done to his own grandson, Sukuna wonders.

"Stay."

Yuji tilts his head at him curiously. "Will you get lonely if I go?" he has the nerve to ask.

Sukuna squints in amusement. "Is it not the host's job to keep their guest company while they're hurt?"

"But I'll be back, silly," Yuji says, uttering no complaint about Sukuna's grip

"Where will you go?" Sukuna hears himself asking, as though his weak mind can't bear the thought of Yuji being anywhere else.

"...The kitchen?" Yuji furrows his brows. "Grandpa says we must keep you hydrated."

"You have experience with this," Sukuna observes with a frown.

"Gojo-san from next door gets into a lot of fights, too!" Yuji informs him, retrieving his cloth to wipe down Sukuna's fevered forehead again.

Gojo? Why does that sound so familiar?

"Did you get into a fight?"

Sukuna grunts. "Something like that."

Sukuna falls asleep at some point during their quiet conversation. He wakes now and then as Wasuke checks on him, Yuji a constant at his side. His hand that was once gripping the boy's forearm now rests in Yuji's lap, tiny fingers gently golding onto his palm.

The boy sleeps, but remains attentive.

"You weren't meant to meet so soon," Wasuke says, adjusting the blanket over Sukuna. "His training isn't complete."

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at him.

"I had never felt right leaving my position, but it was only a matter of time."

"I had intended for Jin to take my place," Wasuke tells him, to which he scoffs. "Yes, I clearly had too much hope for my son. But Yuji..."

They both turn their gazes onto the boy.

"He has potential, far more than myself even." Wasuke's eyes turn fond.

"You intend to give me your only grandchild," Sukuna mutters, more of a statement than a question, because of course Wasuke would sacrifice his own grandson to a monster like Sukuna. For what it's worth, Yuji seems to be taking it rather well.

"'Give' is not the right word."

"What word would be more appropriate?" Sukuna sighs.

"Grant. I will grant you the privilege." Wasuke stands, already making his way out.

"Yuji... is a privilege."

"Yes. Do not forget it." And with that, he's gone.

Come morning, Sukuna's foggy mind clears. Somewhat more coherent than he was the night previous, he's fully able to appreciate what Wasuke has done for him in the aftermath.

"Good morning, mister!" The living room door slides open, and an angel comes skipping in.

Sukuna stares as Yuji sets down a tray of food beside him. What a bright sight, he thinks.

"I made breakfast," he says, beaming until his pink cheeks are bunching. "Grandpa says you can't have anything heavy, so I made rice porridge."

"Your grandfather is very wise."

"Mmhm!" Yuji hums, lifting the lid from the donabe pot to scoop some of the rice porridge into a bowl. He's stopped suddenly by a demanding knock at the door.

They both pause to listen to Wasuke answer it.

Instantly, there is a commotion, Wasuke's voice drowned by shouts.

Sukuna recognises one of the voices as Uraume. However, before he can reassure Yuji that all is well, he catches the expression on Yuji's face.

"Excuse me," the boys says, rising from his position, the front of his kimono coming loose to expose his bare thighs.

Keeping silent, Sukuna watches Yuji shift the hem aside, revealing the holster strapped to his leg. It's custom made, Sukuna thinks a bit numbly. Created to fit a small frame.

Then, Yuji's hand comes back with a pistol.

"I'll be back, Sukuna-sama," he says politely.

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((i'll stop there for now! not too many exciting things happened but i really just wanted to write small bossy yuji taking care of big softie OG!sukuna 🥰 i'll probably be back to write more about them soon!! thank you for reading!❤️))