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“Uh…. Sukuna-sama..”
“What.”
“There’s an....uh….” Uraume inhales sharply through their teeth and winces, “There’s a child hanging off your back.”
“Ha?”
And sure enough, there really was a child hanging off his back. Casually clinging onto the back of his robes was a tiny child with curious spotted ears(???) peeking through peach spikes, sleeping like it wasn’t hanging off the back of the infamous King of Curses.
Sukuna growls, attempting to swat the brat off. The audacity, really. Does the half-curse hybrid not know exactly who it’s sleeping on? The moment he manages to get the brat off he’ll slice it to ribbons, not even going to take the moment to bathe in whatever pathetic amount of blood it offers as he grinds its bones to paste on the pavement. Its body is too small to serve any purpose in the kitchen, other than being tossed out and left to rot.
What a truly pathetic existence.
“Well? What are you doing just standing there for?” He glares at the monk before him, gesturing to the brat on his back. “Help me get this little shit off, it’s ruining my kimono.” Said little shit decides right now is the perfect moment to wake up and hisses.
The brat dislodges itself from his back and scampers off, but not before hissing at them even more and leaving a couple thank-you gifts in the form of swift slashes to the face.
Fucking hell.
The brat comes back.
Of fucking course it comes back, what else would it be doing, sitting on the side of the road and glaringat him with those pathetic golden eyes? Fucking haunting him and making him see shit?
Sukuna starts walking faster, trying hard to stop himself from looking over his shoulder to see if the brat’s following him. He probably looks really pathetic right now. He can already hear it -- Can you believe it? The King of Curses, running away with his tail between his legs! From a little cub at that too! The mere thought of it makes him scowl even more.
He makes a sharp turn at the intersection, darting behind the first wall he sees. Sneaking a peek to see that, oh thank fuck the brat didn’t follow him. Probably got distracted by a butterfly or something, annoying little shit--
“Hey.”
What the fuck.
Sukuna gapes at the little shit hanging upside-down from the branch of a tree, determination blazing within sparkling gold.
...you know what? Fuck it. Pride and dignity be damned, he’s getting his ass outta here. Even if it costs him his reputation. All he can do now is pray to whatever deity out there -- not that he actually believes there’s someone or something of higher status than he is, much less actually listen to his prayers to begin with -- that no living being, be it human or curse, sees him break into a mad dash to the safety of his home.
……...the brat catches up to him.
Said brat is currently melting in Uraume’s arms, purring delightfully as the monk scratches behind his ears. It almost looks sweet really, if you were any other person looking in that is.
“Yuuji.”
“What?”
“That’s his name, Yuuji.”
Oh no.
Oh no.
Sukuna knows that look in their eyes, having been given the privilege (read: forced to) of seeing the snow-haired brat get attached to anything and everything. Unfortunately for him, that usually means bringing the said thing they get attached to home with them. And it appears that the curse user’s current object of affections is the tiger-hybrid brat-- Yuuji.
God fucking damn it.