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It was a miracle how Yuuji was still alive and kicking when he should've been dead at first.
Now though, six months later, with Yuuji being seven months old, he was a hundred times better than before. Fat wasn't a good word to describe him, but chubby worked just fine; nowadays, his cheeks looked squishy and cute when he grinned stupidly at Sukuna or Uraume.
Eh, if only that stupid grin of his didn't irritate Sukuna greatly. It felt even more troublesome when the brat made these goo-goo eyes, staring like the curse was his new parent or something. He wasn't. He may have agreed to take care of the brat, but only till he grew up sufficient to be of use to him.
Use is such a good word. With every day passing, Sukuna became more and more impatient. Sometimes, as if to show how fed up he felt with all the bullshit about becoming a kid's babysitter, the curse held Yuuji upside down in the air with one of his four hands. He held him tightly by the heel, just enough not to bruise while working on some urgent papers due tomorrow.
To his greatest displeasure, of course, the dumb lass seemed to enjoy it a lot. He giggled, hair all over the place, made some grabby hands, and drooled all over himself and the desk. He even puked that one time when Sukuna couldn't stop himself from hanging him like a pendant a minute after breakfast.
Nonetheless, Sukuna always made sure not to dangle him upside down for too long. The brat wasn't smart looking at all, so the curse decided (for the sake of them both) to spare some of his still alive brain cells. Who knows, maybe he would've needed them one day.
"Sukuna-sama!" Uraume's urgent voice snapped him out of his thoughts. There were a little over thirty minutes till lunch, too early for them to interrupt him.
"What?" barked the king of curses.
Currently, he was sitting on the floor whilst reading some documents in his study. One of his upper arms, holding the paper, smoke coming from the pipe in his mouth.
"It's about Yuuji."
"What is going on with the brat?"
"He... he's been crying nonstop since this morning."
The curse raised an eyebrow, "Why? Feed him if he is hungry."
From the other side of the door, Uraume hesitated for a bit. "We tried, but he refused to eat and hasn't stopped crying since. M-maybe he wants you to feed him, Sukuna-sama."
"Tsk," the things I have to do for this brat. "I'm taking my lunch break early, bring the food to Yuuji's room."
With that, the king of curses got up from his seat with a sigh, making his way through the halls. With a flick of his finger, he opened the room Yuuji was staying in and barged inside.
"What is it, brat? Why are you giving me trouble? Can't you see that I'm busy?" yeah, busy making plans on how to rule the world.
Luckily his complaints were heard because Yuuji stopped crying immediately. He started giggling, and it seemed like he wanted to get up. Sukuna, being generous, granted him his wish by lifting him in his arms. But then, the brat made these stupid grabby hands of his, and Sukuna had to let him suck on one of his fingers.
It was a pure, innocent gesture, and at last, the brat finally calmed down. Hmm, maybe the reason for the crying was because his gums hurt? Seriously, Sukuna was no expert when it came to taking care of children.
Their lunch was served about ten minutes later, and when Sukuna was about to let go of Yuuji, the little shit decided to bite his finger! Of course, Sukuna felt nothing. The brat didn't even have all of his teeth for it to hurt.
"My fingers are not for you to munch on them, you little shit," hissed Sukuna with practically no bite. Then, he finally managed to take his finger out of Yuuji's mouth and settled on feeding them both.
The thing he ordered Uraume later was to find the child something to munch on, so his teeth wouldn't hurt. Maybe deep down, even if he acted annoyed 99% of the time, he... cared?