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!❤️))
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Au where Yuji finds himself with two soulmates, twins Sukuna and Ryōmen. However, due to his obligations to the family business, Ryōmen tells Yuji he cannot be with him yet, which nearly breaks Yuji's heart, but Sukuna takes this as his chance to punish his brother.
While Yuji still feels the sting of rejection, he's at least happy that Sukuna is enthusiastic to be with him. He's almost too eager, really. Obsessive, even.
Though it feels wrong to go on dates knowing there's an unresponsive piece of their bond, Sukuna says it's fine.
And it is fine for a while. Yuji still cannot quite meet Ryōmen's eyes whenever they bump into each other, but he knows that his mate is alright. That's all that matters.
Sukuna suggests they have dinner together one night, and although Ryōmen looks pained, he agrees.
Yuji was named First Husband, when he had been promised that he would be his Lord's 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 husband.
It appears that no amount of love and passion can contest with his Lord Husband's duty to his clan.
Yuji learns that too late.
Sukuna marries another, placing the burdensome title of "First Husband" upon Yuji's still trembling shoulders, and beckons his new spouse into his bed.
On nights where his wretched thoughts of the betrayal keep him from sleep—
he reminds himself that their union had been born of love, not political obligation. While it does nothing to lessen the hurt, it eventually allows him to rest.
What makes this ever more devastating is that, he finds such easy companionship with his fellow spouse.
"You gonna unlock these at any point?" Sukuna's wrists strain against the steel of the handcuffs built for rutting alphas.
Yuji glances over his shoulder at him from the edge of his nest, blush high on his cheeks, his eyes glassy. "No. I'm busy."
Sukuna tips his head back in disgruntlement. His cock is seconds away from bursting through the fabric of his sweats.
The omega had blindsided him, alpha-proof handcuffs in hand the moment Sukuna disturbed him for the fifth time as he was building his nest.
Can you blame him, really? For days now, Yuji has been walking around with his pre-heat scent unconcealed, practically announcing his approaching heat to every alpha within the vicinity.
There's only so much Sukuna can handle. Yuji's inviting scent is one thing...
Tojiita AU with Fem!Yuji as Toji's daughter-in-law
With Megumi constantly busy managing the Zen'in estate, he's unable to spend as much time with Yuji, and thus has yet to sire a child with his new wife within a year — as stipulated in his agreement with the elders.
Feeling rather generous suddenly, Toji decides he'll lighten his son's shoulders a bit by impregnating his daughter-in-law himself. If Megumi cannot fulfil his duties, then as his father, Toji is obligated to assist him.
It helps that Yuji-chan is such a darling.
With Megumi harried as he is, Toji doesn't bother consulting his son. Why not just get it done and over with? They look enough alike that the child's appearance will not raise any suspicion. And poor Yuji is getting so concerned for her husband, she will do anything.
imagine: First year Itadori Yuji is being tutored by his two upperclassman, who, for reasons unknown to him, have taken station on each side of him, keeping him sandwiched. Geto-senpai has a hand on his wrist, guiding his pencil, while Gojo-senpai
has a vise grip on his thigh. They're giving answers contrary to the other, confident that one is right and one is wrong. Yuji goes with what Geto-senpai tells him, bc Gojo-senpai is hardly trustworthy. He's rewarded with a tender smile for that trust.
When he looks down to write, Geto shares a subtle look with Gojo, his eyes somewhat challenging as the fingers still loosely holding Yuji's wrist start up a gentle caress. The pads of his fingers draw circles over Yuji's pulse, his thumb lovingly tracing the protruding veins.
"Let me take care of you," Yuji says, his warm, kind hands tilting Satoru's face up from where it had been pressed against his stomach, his smile so earnest it almost brings Satoru to tears.
"Please," he responds like a plea.
Yuji has him laying back on the sofa as he runs off into the bathroom. Just as Satoru is beginning to miss him, Yuji returns with a grin, beckoning him to follow.
"Aw... all for me?" Satoru coos upon seeing the candles atop the sink countertops.
The bath has already been drawn, the water fragrant and steaming, with yellow petals floating along the surface. The sunflowers Satoru had gifted him a few days ago are gone from the hallway, he realises.