go! ♡ unckuna & baby! yuji

inspired by: this tiktok

a great morning for sukuna involved not waking up.

just rotting in his bed in the comfort of his room kept dark by his block out curtains.

he'd only wake up when his stomach would grumble to which he'd sit up, holding onto his throbbing head, and curse himself for the umpteenth time for his drinking habits.

sixteen bottles of vodka would do that to you.

he'd eat something greasy, fall back in bed and spend the rest of his morning asleep, recharging his body for the recklessness he would put it through later that day.

that was his ideal morning.

not babysitting.

not surrounded by parents who thought their children were equal to olympic athletes.

not on a school field that had cones of every colour imaginable scattered around, along with poorly made banner hung on the pavilions.

and certainly not surrounded by children with their little feet and big snotty heads, and one of them latched to his thigh like a koala.

"yuji, get off me. it's just one race."

"no."

the response came immediately, carrying the emotional stability of a live wire.

"you just have to run from there to there." sukuna pointed towards the short distance between colourful cones. “there to there, that’s all. what are you so afraid of?”

"no."

yuji's whines grew louder and frustrated, attracting the attention from parents and teachers nearby.

some cooed at the nervous child being comforted (from their point of view) by his father.

other's gawked, unable to get their attention past sukuna's build.

he had an impressive yet intimidating build, towering over almost every adult at the school, the rest barely making it past his shoulders.

he was as wide as he was tall, looking like he carried cement and steel for muscles sat on a chair that squeaked under him, struggling under all that weight.

"i'll give you a lollipop if you stop crying and just run the race," he offered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. that didn’t go through. “okay. two lollipops."

the sniffles quietened, giving sukuna a glimmer of hope that his negotiation worked. the toddler looked up at his uncle, still not letting go but there was an improvement.

"you like lollipops right."

the child's response came in a small nod.

"if you win, i'll get you two.”

“can i have the big one.”

anything to get him to run.

“yes, yes. you can have any lollipop you want.”

“i don’t care. just run, your mom will have my head if you come back empty handed.”

that was not an empty threat, it was true.

if there was anything or anyone that unsettled sukuna's small— buried in the corners of his dark soul— heart; it was his sister in law.

she'd made the instructions clear when she’d barged in and dropped her son at his house; yuji had to participate and she needed to see medals.

usually, sukuna would just fall back on his bed, ignoring her presence all together but the last time he tried that, all his left shoes went missing for a week and so did the spinny thing in his microwave.

yes, sukuna was competitive but she was insane.

“pinky promise.” yuji mumbled, holding his pinky, not even half the size of sukuna’s thumb, out.

“you’re not serious.”

yuji persisted, holding his pinky out until sukuna gave in, wrapping his larger one around the toddler’s.

"okay. pinky promise or whatever.” he pointed to the starting line, “now go over there.”

"no! i don't want." yuji cried when sukuna tried to pull him off. he tightened his grip, pinching the back of sukuna's thigh, the promise forgotten as quickly as it was made.

"motherfu—!"

the people near him stared, one teacher with her eyebrow raised, urging him to finish that statement.

he rolled his eyes. these kids are old enough to swear. what's the big deal?

"can all under 6's please make their way to the starting line." a teacher called over a megaphone, the noise shaking yuji back into a tiger like claw on sukuna.

"i swear-," he quickly turned his temper to a minimum. "okay, let's go to the starting line." he muttered, standing up and waddled to the line with yuji stuck to his leg.

his face was scrunched, annoyance taking over his features in the form of a dark cloud no one was tall enough to see.

at the starting line, he could see that yuji wasn't the only one not in the mood for the race, with two other children crying for their mothers, attempting to run away.

there were a few who were excited, animatedly talking about how they would run and recreating it on the spot.

one who looked clueless.

and one who seemed to not care about the race at all.

sukuna carried yuji to the last lane, standing there with him while he hid behind his leg.

"uhm, excuse me sir. parents aren't allowed at the starting line. only at the stands. would you,"

the teacher looked up.

"please—"

and up.

"make—"

and up.

"your—"

and up.

"—way there."

sukuna blinked.

"no."

curt, leaving no room for argument. not that the teacher cared to. the man looked annoyed already and they didn't pay her enough to deal with that.

so she left, leaving the other parents at the line with their crying babies aswell, one eventually taking their child away from the horrors of the 50 meter sprint.

"alright children! on your marks."

the children geared up, touching the floor with their hands, mimicking what the teacher on the side was doing.

"get set."

the whistle blew and off some of them went. some hopped into another's line. some stalled, looking around to be told what to do.

yuji— he still held onto his uncle's leg.

"don't embarrass me." sukuna muttered under his breath before pulling the kid off of him and doing the unthinkable.

he ran.

half speed towards the finish line, off to the side to not interfere with the other children.

he heard a loud wail behind him.

he didn't turn back, and couldn't help the grin that formed on his face when heard the flat, clumsy footsteps that followed after.

yuji ran snot and tear faced after his uncle. running like some big dog had been chasing after him.

he didn’t look back, eyes basically shut as his loud cries made it over the long distance.

the other parents and teachers giggled. what's funnier than a man build like a tank running in a children's race? but what was sweeter than him doing it for his nephew to participate.

they all cheered, laughed and cooed.

sukuna finally made it to the finish line, turning around to see the chaos behind him.

yuji was still running, hands held out for his uncle, running face first into his pants.

sukuna cringed, knowing how much snot, tears and who know what else children excrete would be on his sweats. but at the moment it didn't matter.

yuji won the race.

he lifted the child up, a proud grin on his face and seating him on his forearm.

“you won.”

yuji didn’t care though, for he only delivered a loud smack across his uncle's face for leaving him behind.

"brat."

sukuna muttered flicking his forehead.

and off they went to get those lollipops as promised.

at the lollipop store

“yuji, i am not paying $12 for a lollipop.”

“but you said I could get anyone i wanted.”

“not a $12 dollar lollipop.”

“you pinky promised.”

with that, yuji walked out with a $24 prize.

“hey! you didn’t even hold your end of the promise!”