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  1. Public Bookmark 77

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    Sukuna had Yuuji pinned by the wrists. A near feral grin that made Wasuke's stomach clench, his old bones stiffening to prepare to yank his grandson off the other. Sukuna was bigger than Yuuji, more muscle and height. Yuuji was slimmer, shorter.

    But it only takes Yuuji leveling his twin a look, still pinned. Knee digging into Sukuna's stomach as a resistant barrier. "Suku-nii, that hurts. You're being too rough."

    The feral grin drops. But Sukuna's hold does not, it loosens. Enough to ease up the pain of grinding Yuuji's bone, but not enough for his twin to slip from his hold. Though, Yuuji's knee does fall down and Sukuna is left properly straddling Yuuji. Gazing down apologetically.

    "Suku-nii is sorry." There is a part of Wasuke that knows he should snap at Sukuna to get off of Yuuji, to cut that habitual baby-talk they should be growing out of by now already. But he doesn't, he just watches.

    Watches as Sukuna lowers his head, until the tip of his nose softly brushes Yuuji's. And Yuuji smiles that smile again — the Jin one. Soft, welcoming. And charmed. As he looks up at Sukuna with big soft doe eyes.

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    Or, Wasuke’s pov of his grandsons through the years.

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    Katsuki doesn’t know why he’s so fucking bothered by it to begin with. Fuck if he knows why he feels like throwing a goddamn tantrum over the fact that Deku’s got a boyfriend.

    Maybe it’s 'cuz Deku was fucking three years old, once upon a time, messing with Katsuki and Eijirou’s shit. Ruining their sandcastles and being an annoying little nuisance. He was forced to watch Deku, 'cuz he was Ei’s baby brother and if Katsuki wanted to hang out with his best friend, like ever, then Deku would just have to be in the fucking corner somewhere, dampening the scene, like the stupid little fuck he was.

    Deku’s hardly even sparing a glance at him right now, though, and he hasn’t fucking asked about where Eijirou is, not even once.

    “I just—” and Katsuki really is pacing now, fingers tangled in his hair. “You shouldn’t even have a boyfriend right now, Deku. Not at your age."

     

    Alternatively: Katsuki realizes his best friend's annoying kid brother isn't much of an annoying kid anymore. (He's fucked.)

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  3. Public Bookmark 89

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    Yuuji’s always had the gift of drawing people in when he needs them the most. A chance encounter before the new semester is just what he needs to lift his spirits.

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    "I really hate when humans try to take what is mine." Ryoumen said in a booming voice that radiated ice and murder. His eyes had a red glow in them, boring deep into the cowering men's souls. "I hate it even more when filths beneath my shoes dared to go ahead to try and give my possession out to another."

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    A short headcanon featuring Yuuji being betrothed to Ryoumen ❣️

     

    Day 2 of FZ / Sukuita Wicked Holiday 2022. Prompts: Arranged Marriage || Appetite.

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  5. Public Bookmark 79

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    “Who’s that? Your little brother?” The first guard piped up with a tone plagued with curiosity, fighting to hide an undercurrent of mocking amusement.

    “Something like that.” Sukuna huffed, shaking his hands outward as a silent indication for the handcuffs to be removed. “I don’t have all day here.”

    Crimson eyes remain trained on Yuuji, eyeing the physique that had somehow changed yet at the same time stayed oddly familiar. Any baby fat from his round cheeks had melted away into soft jawbone, the shaggy cut of his hair transformed into a flattering style and a loose hoodie wrapped around his broad shoulders.

    It was Sukuna’s old sweatshirt, one he’d kept around since his teens. Faded and patterned with age but undoubtedly his own. 

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