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APPEARANCES | R. SUKUNA y/n notices that sukuna's features aren't quite the same as yuuji's
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( fluff , fem!reader , cuddling , soft sukuna )
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It'sironic, Y/N supposes.
How one of the most insufferable beings to her was the one who brings her the most comfort on nights like these.
There was an unspoken arrangement— Y/N wasn't sure how it even started, mostly remembering vague images through the tears that had blurred her vision that night.
Of the sea of blood that coated the ground beneath them, of the ribcage trapping them inside like the cage, of the soft white of the kimono she clung onto.
Y/N shifts her leg so her calf was no longer pressing into one of the sharp horns that constructed the throne they were atop of.
The arms around her waist tighten at the action, unconsciously pulling her closer as a small sigh leaves Y/N's lips.
She didn't even know Sukuna could sleep. Y/N thinks to herself, unamused gaze tracing over the curse's features— vaguely noting how they seemed sharper than Yuuji's.
Actually, he seemed to be overall different than Yuuji. Sure, it's undoubtable that they looked uncannily similar, but Sukuna makes Yuuji seem older— the way he wore Yuuji's skin was so different that after truly looking at him, it's a surprise that they're meant to be identical.
And their faces... Y/N raises a hand, curiosity making up her expression as she goes to grab his face— wanting to tilt it to get a better angle.
Her plans come screeching to a halt as a tattooed hand grabs her wrist.
The hold was tight, yet somehow not painful. Two red eyes peer open, the bottom pair narrowed at her as the main set stays closed.
"And what do you think you're doing, brat?"
Y/N stays silent, continuing to stare at him wordlessly as her lips part slightly in surprise before closing once again.
The top set of eyes eventually open to glare at her directly, puddles of red that showed mild annoyance mixed with something unreadable deep within them.
"..Your face is different from Yuuji's." Y/N voices her observation quietly, as if she were still only just processing that fact herself.
"Oh? And that's what made you grow bold enough to touch me without permission?" Sukuna questions, yet still lets go of her wrist, allowing it to fall between them.
The one hand still around her waist tightens, the other raising to lean his head against as he continues to stare at her.
Y/N blinks back at him with an unfazed expression, "Is it because of the amount of fingers he consumed? Can you alter your appearance— if so, why only slight changes? Could you return to your original appeara—"
"Enough questions." Sukuna cuts her off before she could voice the rest of her questions.
An agitated frown tugs on her lips, but Y/N remains reluctantly silent. She knew what limits she could and couldn't push— she couldn't bring herself to risk whatever was going on between them.
Moving his hand that was propping up his head, he pushes her head against his shoulder— momentary confusion stemming from Y/N before she decides just to accept whatever was happening.
He's comfortable, so who is she to complain?
Vaguely, Y/N wonders how anybody else would react if she told them about using the king of curses as a pillow— a comfortable pillow, at that.
Well, whatever, it's not like she plans on telling anybody about this. Ever.
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