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⠀⠀Sukuna Ryoumen was the young heir of his family’s business– Ryoumen Services. Ryoumen Services was an international high-end real estate business, predominantly residing in Japan. Sukuna was raised as any expensive heir in this life should– traditionally, and with the perfect grace. Sukuna had no problem doing this. In fact, he was ecstatic to be the next one to carry the weight of the family business.
Sukuna loved his family. His parents had him while they were much older, so it made sense that he was an only child. Or, at least, this is what he would tell himself until he found out that wasn't the actual reason. His mother told him this story with a particular neutrality that Sukuna all his life could never understand…
“You were going to be a twin, Sukuna. Me and your father were so excited. We knew it was rare to have twins, especially since this was my first pregnancy. But around 3 months in, our doctor told us your brother had vanished. She suspected that you… well, you ate him.”
And she laughed, and laughed, and laughed. But all the young Sukuna could do was stare back at his mother in horror.
Sukuna wasn't sure if it was that story or something else that had triggered this– but he began to feel a deep loneliness and longing for something he could not explain. Sukuna was a passionate man. He loved something, he loved it with all his might. He hated something, he hated it with all his might. So this loneliness ran through him like the arteries in his body, embedding into his soul.
He always felt the ghost of what should have been lingering. He was off standish, preferring to keep to himself. So, he never made any friends, nor did he want to. And his parents were always busy, and they never made time for him. So, no one was ever there for him as a child. But this twin… what would his life be like if he had that? That person, that other half, that fulfillment?
Sukuna would stare at himself in the mirror for hours, wondering what this twin would have been like. Would he be closed off, like him? Or would he keep him on his toes and be the exact opposite? Would he be sweet and full of life? Or quiet and detached?
Oh, how he wondered.
Sukuna swore he would not leave this earth until he found what he was searching for.
…Sukuna is now 26, owner of Ryoumen Services. His retired mother would always scold him, telling him to hurry up and get a wife so they could have the next heir for the family business. This irritated him to no end. Was that all they cared about? Sukuna marrying just to get children? What was he, cruel?
(Well, he’s led women on here and there, slept around… but he would never, ever, have a child with them.
Hell… have a child in general!)
Sukuna would just ignore his mother. He was only 26, there was no need to worry about those things.
Staring out the window of his estate, Sukuna took a drag of his cigar. As he exhaled, he suddenly had a wild coughing fit. His chest weezed with a sharp pain. When he finished, hand clutching his shirt, he paused.
Okay. Maybe there was a little need to worry.
— 🦋 —
So, here Sukuna was. At a private orphanage institution in Sendai. He hadn't told anyone what he planned on doing, he just scheduled a free day and up and left. He did his best to not look intimidating, but there were a fair amount of children timid of him. Contrary to his general dislike of people, Sukuna was rather fond of children. He tolerated children the most out of anyone in the world. He used this to his advantage, managing to ease the majority of them up. He got to know them and sat with them in their commons. There were silly little girls and funny boys. But Sukuna saw nothing in them.
In the corner of his eye, he could see a tense figure in the shadows. The child had been lurking around since Sukuna arrived, and he tried his best to shrug it off– but he couldn't help himself. He asked one of the caretakers who the child was, and received a surprising answer.
“That's Yuuji Itadori. He’s 16, and he was in many other institutions before this one. We only let him stay because of someone we work for– Satoru Gojo. He’s very keen on us ‘cultivating his skills’. He says he has potential, but I–”
Interest completely piqued, Sukuna walked away mid conversation, ignoring the woman’s calls. When the boy noticed Sukuna approaching him, he stood straight and pulled his hands from his pockets, as if positioning for a fight. Sukuna felt a tickle of amusement at the sight.
“Sukuna Ryoumen,” he held his hand out. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Yuuji raised his chin high, revealing his face from the shadows. Sukuna paused, faltering before composing himself immediately. The boy was beautiful, and his hair–
“Why are you talking to me?” Yuuji questioned, eyes narrowing in skepticism. He ignored the hand being held out to him. When people came to adopt, they never bothered to greet him. And the sharpness of this man made him… well, he wasn't sure what it made him feel, but it made him feel something.
And not to mention, the man had tattoos on his face. If that didn't make any normal person feel something, then maybe they just weren't normal.
Sukuna chuckled, retracting his unshaken hand. “I’m here to adopt, so I’m just meeting all of the children. No need to be rude.” He replied.
Yuuji hmphed, turning away. He began walking. Sukuna’s eyes widened, and he followed after him.
“Why are you following me?” Yuuji hissed, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.
“I’ve heard some things about you, Yuuji Itadori. I just want to get to know you.”
Yuuji stopped walking. He glanced back at Sukuna over his shoulder.
“No, you don't.”
Sukuna scoffed. At first, he was simply curious. But now he was really enthralled.
“Do you know who I am, young man?” Sukuna asked.
Yuuji continued walking. “No. But I bet you're some rich loser who’s bored out of his mind.”
Sukuna winced. He was rich, a little bored, but he wasn't a loser…
Yuuji held a hand out, making a random gesture. “Listen, man, it's fine. They always come and choose someone else, meet me or not. You don't have to force yourself to do this. Besides, I’m almost 18, I’ll be outta here soon.” But as he held his hand out, his sleeve had slipped down his arm. That was when Sukuna noticed faded little scars around his wrist, faint, but surely there. Sukuna mindlessly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
Sukuna examined the scars, gently tracing them with his knuckles. Yuuji froze, trembling softly as the older man grasped him firmly yet gently. He suddenly snapped out of this little daze, eyes widening. He attempted to yank himself free. “Hey, mind your damn business!”
“I would like to get to know you, Yuuji.” Sukuna insisted, meeting the younger man’s eyes.
Yuuji groaned in annoyance, yanking once more. Sukuna reluctantly released him.
“Useless. There's better people here. People who deserve to get adopted and have a good life. There's Ai– she's beautiful and really good with instruments. And then there's Yuna, she's clever and wants to be a doctor, and–”
“–and then there’s you,” Sukuna interrupted. “I’d like to know about you.”
Yuuji was speechless. His tense form eased just slightly, but there was a vulnerable look in his eyes that made Sukuna want to pull him close. Yuuji slowly tilted his head, staring up at Sukuna through his lashes. It was like seeing him in a new light.
“...Where's your wife?” Yuuji timidly asked.
Sukuna laughed, shaking his head. “Wife? Don't be ridiculous, kid.”
Yuuji slowly grinned. He looked so much more softer when he smiled. “People usually need to be married to adopt, don't they?” He asked.
“Since I am 28 and as wealthy as I am, they allowed me to adopt without a partner. Now, may we please discuss you?” Sukuna said.
Yuuji’s smile turned into a little smirk. He glanced around, making Sukuna suspicious. “Sure.” Yuuji finally said. He grabbed Sukuna by the hand and began dragging him along.
The private institution was very beautiful. Fancy and no-nonsense type deals. But this little troublemaker dragging him along seemed to bring nonsense anyway. Sukuna’s heart fluttered with a feeling of deja vu. He was just like this kid when he was younger.
The boy stopped at the entrance of a large room. “This is our art room. Whenever I ain't out, I spend most of my time here. Do you wanna see one of my paintings?” He asked.
Sukuna blinked. “Sure.” Sukuna awkwardly stood at the doorway, watching as Yuuji’s smaller form scrambled around through supplies and canvases. It was sweet, how quickly the boy could warm up to mere strangers… he must be dearly loved.
He ran back to Sukuna, hiding a small canvas behind his back.
“I painted this one last week.”
“What is it?”
Yuuji held it up. The boy had talent, Sukuna couldn't deny that. It was a simple painting, a vase filled with orange flowers. Against Yuuji, they fit him well. He was like a little beam of sunshine. Sukuna smiled, gently taking the painting from him.
“How beautiful… Do you know how to paint other things as well?”
“Sort of. But I’ve always liked painting nature most of all.”
Sukuna’s eyes squinted gently at him. “You have talent, Yuuji.”
“Wow. I've only ever heard that from one guy before.” (Mr. Gojo, of course.)
“So? It's clear you have it. You could do something with this, Yuuji. Do you plan on attending college?”
“Hell no.”
Sukuna’s eyes widened. “Why not?”
Yuuji innocently shrugged, turning on his heels to return the painting. Not paying attention to the floor, he tripped over a bucket, scrambling to catch himself before–
“Yuuji!”
Sukuna caught the young man by the arms, spinning him around and yanking him close.
“Be careful!”
Yuuji’s eyes widened as he was met face to face with Sukuna. His amber eyes blazed like fire, dangerous yet warm.
“Jeez, I’m sorry, I…” he paused.
Sukuna swallowed, reluctantly releasing the boy before taking a step back.
Yuuji felt a sense of loss once Sukuna released him, and his eyes cast downward.
Sukuna stared down at him fondly, trying to catch his gaze. “You act all tough, but you're actually really sweet, huh?” Sukuna murmured, more to himself than anything. He carefully reached out, gently ruffling the kid’s hair. “Brat.”
Yuuji’s eyes shot up. He smacked his hand away, but he didn't look upset. Sukuna smiled at him, his heart melting when Yuuji returned the smile.
“...You don't have to act tough around me. I’m nicer than I look.” Sukuna said.
Yuuji playfully rolled his eyes, a hand lazily clinging to his hip. “Sure, Mr. Ryoumen.”
“Sukuna,” he said. “Just call me Sukuna.”
Yuuji gave him a sweet look, but deep down he was actually nervous.
All of his life, he had been pretty lonely. Parents died when he was 7. His grandfather, his old caretaker, died when he was 13. He was such a bad little kid that he got kicked out of every institution he got put in– but since he was still a minor, he had to stay somewhere. The orphanage he was in before this one was where he met Satoru Gojo, a social worker. He didn't feel too lonely with Mr. Gojo– he had really fun friends, and he spent a lot of time with them. It was Mr. Gojo who got Yuuji into this pristine place and supported him. He wouldn't know where he would be without the man’s support. But even so, Mr. Gojo couldn't adopt him because of his job, nor spend as much time with him as before these days. So, Yuuji was lonely. He never expected anyone to want him, so all he would do is wait. Wait to turn 18 and get out of here.
But beneath the man’s caring gaze, Yuuji found himself not wanting to wait anymore.
“You stare a lot. Did you know that?” Sukuna asked, snapping Yuuji out of his thoughts. Yuuji recoiled, giving him an incredulous look.
“Do I?”
“Yes. But I think you just zoned off there for a minute. It's alright.”
Yuuji’s face reddened. This guy…
His eyes remained away from Sukuna’s, too timid to meet his warm gaze. In an attempt to do so, his eyes landed on the man’s hair instead. It was roseate and soft, just like his own. It was a little scary how similar they looked.
“Our hair looks exactly alike…” Yuuji suddenly said, unable to help himself.
Sukuna smiled deeply, touching at his own hair. “It does, doesn't it? Looks like you were meant to be mine.”
Yuji froze. Sukuna paused, realizing how that sounded.
“Mine to adopt, I meant–”
“Really?” Yuuji asked, hopeful. Sukuna’s heart throbbed at the clear hope in his voice. He was doing all this on a whim, but he couldn't deny the clear connection he felt towards Yuuji. If he was going to choose an heir, he would pick Yuuji in a heartbeat. He didn't know why. There was something about him.
“...Of course.”
Yuuji swallowed, staring up at Sukuna with such an intensity he didn't know what to say anymore. Before he could think, Yuuji had fallen into his arms, burying his face into his chest. Sukuna gasped softly, the warm body clinging to him making him feel all kinds of protective. He winced, returning the hug with multiplied intensity. He stroked the boy’s fluffy hair, pressing his face to his neck.
A fleeting feeling went through Sukuna as he held the boy. For once, in all his 26 years of living– he felt fulfilled. Even when he became the owner of his family business he did not feel this. Even when he had his own estate, dozens of cars, luxurious clothing– he had not once felt fulfilled. But with this boy in his arms, clinging to him for support– he felt like he had meaning.
— 🦋—
…6 months.
Sukuna and Yuuji had to wait 6 months for each other.
It wasn't too torturous for the pair. They had grown deeply attached to each other since that day, but Yuuji was allowed to spend time with Sukuna until the adoption process finished. Yuuji would go to his estate quite often, or Sukuna would simply take Yuuji out. He’d take him to museums, shopping, and most importantly– the movies. Oh, how Yuuji adored the movies. Sukuna took him every Saturday, and even on Fridays if he asked. But sometimes Saturday was enough. Sukuna didn't care all that much. He wanted to spoil Yuuji rotten.
A part of Sukuna was healing. Taking care of someone was like having someone take care of you, too.
Sukuna was there for Yuuji’s 17th birthday, his early graduation (since he was so damn smart), and everything else.
The general span of those 6 months would always be special to Sukuna, but there was one memory in particular that would always be his favorite.
Near the end of the final month, the process almost completed– Yuuji and Sukuna had grown very close. Yuuji would sleep over at Sukuna’s estate all the time now. One night, Sukuna had been changing, but he forgot to lock his door. Yuuji had burst in like he always did, freezing when he caught Sukuna, shirtless, reaching for a shirt on the bed.
His torso was adorned in pure black tattoos, brutal and sharp. They matched the ones on his face, too. Yuuji was in absolute shock. He had no idea Sukuna– serene, cool, Sukuna– would have tattoos like that all over.
Sukuna immediately moved to cover himself. “Yuuji.”
Yuuji’s eyes sparkled. “Sukuna?”
Oh Lord. Sukuna groaned, face palming himself. “You weren't supposed to see that. Get out, brat.”
Yuuji giggled, shutting the door behind him. Oh, he had to know now. “Come onnnn, I ask about your tats all the time and you never wanna tell me. I ain't a little kid.” He insisted, walking over.
Sukuna grunted, glancing away.
“I’m serious, Yuuji. You need to leave.”
Yuuji tried to take a peak behind the shirt Sukuna held against his chest. Sukuna watched in irritation, feeling the faintest bits of guilt for being so closed off when it came to his past. It wasn't that he didn't trust Yuuji– he just didn't want the kid to think differently of him. He really wanted Yuuji to be his. He cared about him so much now.
“They're pretty.” Yuuji said, glancing up at Sukuna.
The older man reluctantly met his gaze, eyes softening. “Pretty…?”
He thought they were anything but. Yuuji nodded, a hand reaching out. Sukuna let Yuuji pull the shirt away. Yuuji’s intense stare made Sukuna tense. He jolted when he felt a soft hand meet his skin.
Yuuji was gently tracing each and every line, following a path up to his face. Sukuna shakily exhaled once Yuuji touched the tattoos on his face. Yuuji let his hand linger. “You don't have to act tough around me. I’m nicer than I look.” He said. Sukuna’s brows furrowed. He could have sworn that he– oh. Oh, Yuuji…
He had said those exact same words to Yuuji when they first met. Had Yuuji truly cherished them that much? Oh, Sukuna could fall over and die right then and there. Sukuna’s face broke out into a pained smile, and he placed a hand over Yuuji’s. “My Yuu.” He whispered. Yuuji smiled sweetly. Sukuna gently guided Yuuji down with him to the bed, sitting close to him. “I’ll tell you, okay? I’ll tell you everything.” And he did. He told Yuuji about his family, his teenage rebellion, and everything else he could think of. He held his sweet boy so close.
And in a blink, his sweet boy was all grown up. His 18th birthday came by in a blur, and Sukuna could hear his own heart shattering when Yuuji said he wanted to go to college.
“I’d major in humanities. What do you think?”
“That sounds perfect, sweetheart.”
His sweet boy was still pretty devoted to him, but it was clear something had shifted now that Yuuji was older. Perhaps it wasn't going to be just them two forever now. Sukuna wasn't sure what to think of that… and now he had to worry about his loneliness returning now that his angel was drifting away from him.
Yuuji loved his adoptive father just as much as his adoptive father loved him. He probably loved him a little too much… Yuuji didn't go too far from home, and every break he returned home. But while at college, he made many new friends and experienced so many things. Sukuna was proud of his baby, despite wanting him back home all the time.
Sukuna was sitting by his lonesome in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine while reading a book. It was pretty late at night, so imagine his surprise when he gets a call. And not only is it a call in the middle of the night, it's a call from Yuuji! He shut his book and immediately answered.
“Yuuji? Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
There was complete silence on the other end. Just as Sukuna was about to speak again, a sob broke out from the phone. Sukuna crumbled, gripping the phone. He softened his voice as much as he could. “Oh, Yuuji, what happened? Are you hurt?”
Yuuji sobbed a bit more, trying to find his find. All he could muster was a weak ‘no’. Sukuna sighed in relief. At least he was physically okay. If he wasn't, Sukuna woulda went damn crazy. “Ah… okay. That's good. It's something else then, right? Can you tell me?” He asked softly. Yuuji sobbed again, making Sukuna wince.
“I’m such a loser…” he groaned. “I’m such a loser, Sukuna, of course she didn't like me. She was totally out of my league!”
Oh. Girl trouble. Sukuna sighed, taking a sip from his wine.
“It's okay, baby. You have to calm down, though. Breathe.” He hummed, gripping the glass tightly. A girl, making his sweet boy cry? That was probably worse than him being physically hurt, if he was being honest. Yuuji took deep breaths, his voice still unsteady but significantly less shaky.
“S-sorry…”
“It's perfectly fine. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
No answer. Sukuna accepted the rejection, placing his glass of wine down.
“Why don't you come home?” He couldn't help but ask. If Yuuji was home, he could've protected him. Kept his eyes safe. Hold him instead of talking to him over this stupid phone.
(He was so disgustingly attached to Yuuji. This wasn't normal at all, was it?)
“Come home…?” Yuuji quietly asked, sniffling.
“Yes. Just for a little while. You’ve been so stressed lately, haven't you? Now, with this on your shoulders, I want to make sure you're okay.”
Yuuji could never say no to Sukuna.
“I’ll try.”
“Thank you.”
“...Sukuna.”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“You said we could tell each other anything, right?”
Sukuna blinked. What could he possibly have to confess?
“Of course.”
“Well…”
Yuuji paused.
“Nevermind.”
“Excuse me?”
“Bye, Sukuna, I’m gonna sleep now.”
“Wait, Yuuji–”
Beep.
Sukuna groaned, dropping the phone to the counter. He buried his face into his hands, trying to forget the possessive feelings that made him ache when he spoke to Yuuji.
All he can do is wait for his son.
A few days pass. Sukuna checks on Yuuji as often as he could, growing frustrated with his vague and half-hearted replies. He knew he was being overbearing, but he didn't even try to stop. Sukuna was terrified of losing his baby boy. Losing those flutters of fulfillment Yuuji gave him– even though they were faint.
Just as Sukuna was exiting his study, the doorbell rang. He motioned for one of the house workers to open it. The man opened the door, and Sukuna froze.
At the door stood his son, carrying a suitcase in his firm arms and the most precious look on his face.
Sukuna paced down the stairs, running up to Yuuji. That's all it takes for Yuuji to collapse, dropping his luggage and throwing himself into his father’s arms, safe and secure.
“Sukuna…”
“Yuuji… How was the trip here?”
Yuuji nuzzled his face into Sukuna’s chest. Too close. Sukuna buries his face into his boy’s hair in return. Not close enough.
“Fine...” He muffled, inhaling his scent. He smelled like heaven on earth. “I missed you so much, Sukuna.”
Sukuna squeezes him tightly, his voice thick with emotion. “I missed you too, sweetheart. God, I missed you so much.” His hands slowly slid down to rest on Yuuji's back. They stood there in the doorway for what felt like hours, holding onto each other like a lifeline. Sukuna gave him a final squeeze and pulled away. “Let's go put your luggage away, hmm?” He offered gently. Yuuji mindlessly nodded, letting Sukuna carry his suitcase upstairs. He followed after him, not surprised to see his room exactly as he left it.
“Oh, you don't have to…” Yuuji started once he noticed Sukuna unpacking his things.
“Yes, I do. Go downstairs, dinner’s almost ready. Wait for me.”
“But-”
"Yuuji." He said sternly, turning to him with a raised eyebrow. His tone brooked no argument. Yuuji pouted, but did as he was told, heading downstairs. He never had it in him to disobey him. Sukuna watched him leave with a soft smile before returning to unpacking his things.
Sukuna soon joined Yuuji, settling down in front of him. The houseworker served them both, leaving as soon as he finished.
“So.”
“So?”
“Come on.”
“...I don't wanna talk about it.”
“You called me at 1 in the morning, sobbing. I think you do.”
Yuuji’s face reddened. He took a spoonful of his food, keeping his eyes down and away from Sukuna’s.
“Yuuji. Look at me.” Sukuna said gently but firmly. His tone made Yuuji’s stomach jump. He reluctantly looked up at him. Sukuna’s gaze was nothing but gentle. “What happened?”
Yuuji put his spoon down, throwing his head into his hands. “I was being stupid. She was a junior and everything. Obviously she wouldn't want someone as young as me.” He tried to downplay his emotions on the situation, but Sukuna could tell he was hurting.
“Did you love her?” He asked, his gaze steady.
Yuuji paused, thinking about it. “I’m not sure. Doesn't matter now, does it?” He muttered.
Sukuna smiled, taking a spoonful from his bowl. “Of course it does. You can't just forget about those things, Yuuji.”
Yuuji rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively as he went back to staring down at his bowl. “It's fine, really, Sukuna. Besides, I’m back home. That's honestly what matters most to me…” he whispered, playing with his food for a moment before looking up at Sukuna through his lashes. Sukuna's breath caught. That look– those frail eyes peeking up at him like that. He had to look away, shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth.
“I’m your father,” he said, clearing his throat. “Of course, coming home matters most.” His heart was pounding. How the hell was Yuuji so beautiful? It was like he was torturing him on purpose. His beautiful boy he could not live without.
“I missed you.”
Ah, then he says that.
“I know, Yuu.”
Sukuna sighed.
Yuuji smiled cloyingly at the nickname, eyes shying away back to his bowl.
Sukuna watched him eat, his heart aching. He wanted to pull Yuuji into his lap and kiss those soft lips until he forgot all about that girl. But he didn't. Instead, he finished his food and stood up.
Yuuji glanced up at him. Sukuna always ate way faster than him.
“I'm going to shower. Finish your food. I expect that bowl to be empty when I get back.” He said, pointing at Yuuji's barely-eaten meal before retreating upstairs. After finishing his food, Yuuji wandered into the living room, settling onto the massive couch. He curled up with the throw blanket, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He texted his friends from college that he arrived home.
Sukuna came downstairs a while later, dressed in a black silk robe. His hair was damp from the shower, and he smelled like expensive cologne. He spotted Yuuji curled up on the couch and paused, watching him for a moment before approaching silently.
“Hey.” Yuuji placed his phone down, looking up at Sukuna.
"Hey yourself." Sukuna sunk down onto the couch beside him, stretching his long legs out. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, but his attention wasn't on the screen. It was on Yuuji. The way the boy curled into the blanket, the glow of his phone illuminating his pretty features. The way his cherry blossom hair fell across his forehead.
Yuuji scooted closer, resting his head upon his father’s shoulder. Cherry blossom met cherry blossom. You're mine. Sukuna thought to himself, wrapping an arm around Yuuji’s waist. He pulled him closer until Yuuji was practically on top of him. They always had to be touching each other somehow. It drove Sukuna crazy. He peeked over his head to look at his phone. “Who are you texting?” He murmured against the fluff of his hair.
Yuuji pressed his cheek to his shoulder, typing another message as he replied. “Fushiguro and Kugisake.”
“Your little friends…” Sukuna hummed, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Yuuji's side. “They better not keep you up all night.”
“They don'ttttt, Sukuna.”
“Hm.” Was all he said, his thumb hooking into the waistband of Yuuji's sweatpants. But he was happy his son finally had friends. He changed the channel to some stupid romance movie and rolled his eyes, but he didn't change it back. For Yuuji. He liked these things. Yuuji shut his phone off and focused on the movie, not realizing his father’s eyes were on him instead of the TV. Every breath he took eased his pain– his father smelled like a warm hug and reassurance. He started reminiscing when they first met, and all those days they spent getting to know each other. Shopping at the mall, trying on clothes, eating, watching movies. Then Yuuji was his. Talking all day, sleeping in the same bed, hugs and kisses. Nothing could compare.
That familial feeling would always be there, but Yuuji couldn't deny the way he felt now. He didn't know how it happened, but he was enamored with Sukuna. Perhaps it was the attachment he had to him that led to this. He had always felt such an odd connection to Sukuna, and wanted to cure him of his ailments. He was too lovely to be so sad. Yuuji hoped if they couldn't be together that way, then they could be together this way forever.
As the movie went on and the night shifted to a quiet stillness, Yuuji’s eyes fluttered shut. He fell asleep in a matter of minutes in Sukuna’s loving hold.