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"Oi brat."
"Hm?" Yuuji hums in question, placing the newly made kashiwamochi on the plate as he waited for the curse to speak.
"The thing you're making, give me some."
Yuuji paused, before picking up one of the mochi and feeds Sukuna's awaiting mouth.
The kitchen was covered in companionable silence as Sukuna munch on his food, savoring every bit of the treat. When he finished Yuuji brought up a glass of water to let him drink, a muscle memory that the teen had developed ever since Sukuna had started to ask him to feed him.
Once the glass is empty, Yuuji set it aside, wiping the water that cascade down Sukuna's lips and onto his jaw with the back of his hand, voice curious as he ask a question.
"How is it?"
It take Sukuna a few seconds before he answers, red eyes staring at the mochis sitting on the plate, uncharacteristically looking nostalgic.
"Not bad" was all he said before blinking out of existence, leaving Yuuji alone in the kitchen as the teen hums in acknowledgement.
Laying on his back on his throne, Sukuna has one of his arm covering his face, his lips curled in a small, sad smile as he mutters.
"His kashiwamochi still taste the same."