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I. The King of Curses. A being meant to be feared, replaced by an ugly, chubby tiger plush. Unacceptable. For the past few nights, my brat had been sleeping while hugging that thing, Tora-chan, a ridiculous stuffed tiger with a stupid face.
Arms that should have been wrapped around me, should have been, were instead clinging tightly to that lifeless object. And worse he kissed it. Every night. Repeatedly, that would not do. The only one allowed to receive that kind of affection, is me.
So tonight, while the brat was in the shower, I acted. With this cursed, diminutive body, I pushed, dragged. bit down on the fabric if I had to hauling that detestable plush toward the edge of the bed. Heavy, why the fuck is this thing unreasonably heavy. How could something so soft weigh this much? Still, I didn’t stop.
With one final shove—thud.
It fell into the darkness beneath the bed. Silence. Perfect. I returned to where I belonged—on the pillow, right beside Yuji’s head. My rightful throne. This time, nothing would interfere.
Night came, the lights went out. The bed creaked softly as Yuji climbed in, then suddenly stopped. “Huh?”
Sukuna cracked one eye open. “What is it, brat?”
“Tora-chan” he murmured.
“Where did it go?”
Sukuna answered without hesitation. “Who knows maybe it died.”
“..."
Yuuji didn’t laugh. Instead, he sat up immediately, rummaging through the pile of plushies around him. Pillows were tossed aside, blankets pulled up, and he even climbed off the bed to check under the furniture.
Annoying
“Enough,” sukuna said flatly
“It’s not important just go to sleep.”
“No,” yuuji with frown on his brow replied quickly.
“I want Tora-chan.” There was something different in his tone, sukuna just narrowed his eyes.
“You have plenty of other doll and plushies use one of those.” He shook his head still searching.
“It’s not the same.”
“Not the same?” he scoffed.
“They’re all equally useless.” then yuuji stopped. His hands lingered among the other plushies, movements slowing.
“It’s not,” he said quietly. A brief silence passed before sukuna spoke again. “Why are you so fixated on that thing? You already have me here.”
More silence, then the brat glanced at sukuna, his expression softening. “Because you gave it to me.
”What?" sukuna didn’t respond right away.
“It’s the one you got at the game center,” he continued softly, “You kept playing until you won it.”
Fragments of memory surfaced, bright lights. Loud noise. That irritating machine. Sukuna's small blob hands gripping the controls, failing again and again until finally the claw closed perfectly around the prize.
“It was the first thing you ever gave me,” Yuji added, smiling faintly. “That’s why I like it.”
Sukuna’s feelings were a mess tangled and conflicting. Guilt crept in, especially when he saw those honey-sweet eyes dim with sadness.
And why did this brat have to say it like that?
Because it’s from you. Damn it.
He was far too soft when it came to this kid. He stared at him, that worthless thing held that kind of meaning? “So,” Yuuji continued, voice quieter now, “I like holding it because it’s from you.”
Annoying. Truly, unbearably annoying. Without another word, Sukuna slipped off the pillow and moved to the edge of the bed. With a small push—thunk. The plush slid out from under the bed. Yuuji blinked, then immediately crouched down and pulled it out.
“Tora-chan!” His face lit up instantly. Sukuna climbed back onto the pillow, feigning indifference. A few moments later, the mattress dipped again as he lay down. This time his arms wrapped around the plush and sukuna. Not just the plush. But Sukuna as well, pressed comfortably between Yuuji's chest and Tora-chan.
“It’s cramped,” sukuna muttered.
“Deal with it,” he replied casually. sukuna let out a quiet scoff, and then he peppering so much kisses on sukuna's face and body, my sweet boy Sukuna muttered in his head. Sukuna kiss him too.
--
What Sukuna didn’t know was that Yuuji already knew it was his doing. Yuuji only needed to understand why the former curse had done it.
So it was jealousy, huh?
Yuuji melted on the inside and showered him with kisses, then the blob purring happily.
Oyasumi.