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What kind of question was that?

Did she honestly think that he would be satisfied with himself after doing something so unethical as slapping her across the face? Maybe, just maybe, if she fought back     if he didn’t genuinely like her     he would have been.

Sukuna stared at her through a softening gaze; his eyes had previously been burning with anger, frustration, determination     but now, Mukuro was treating him with such gentle kindness despite his actions. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so nice in response to his attitude; in fact, he didn’t think anyone had ever reacted in such a way.

“That’s all adults care about.” The snarky edge to his tone cracked and faltered; Sukuna’s eyes drifted to the reddening mark left upon her cheek. She seemed the same as all the others up until this very moment. “They only want you to think and do as they please. Adults don’t really care. I hate them!”

Most of them. A lot of times, she acted the same as those he despised. He wondered if he would grow up to be the same.

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[♙]: “…Are you satisfied now, Sukuna…?” The ex-blue didn’t so much as raise her voice, or make any sort of strong reaction other than flinch when the palm of the child’s hand came into contact with the cold skin of her cheek; Mukuro could feel the stinging warmth left after the slap, and she had no doubt a faint red imprint was beginning to form on her porcelain pale skin.

Although the woman should’ve been angry, she felt no reason to be, as she assumed Sukuna’s actions were out of him looking for a similar reaction from the elder Green– She felt as if he’d continue to rebel if she raised her voice, or shown any inkling of displeasure; Most children were like that.

“…I understand…you’re angry because you think we’re trying to control how you live…” She then stated, with no hint of uncertainty in her quiet voice, as though what Mukuro was saying were cold, hard facts–

However, the reason for her certainty, was that she could relate; it was common for parents in wealthy families to dote on their children to an unbearable degree, and though the silverette was older, she too wasn’t spared from that fate of having her life hand-picked for her from the moment she was born.

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One day you'll be old and dried up just like old Iwa-san!

“Y-You won’t be around to see it, Gramps!”

Great, now the poor kid’s going to have nightmares.

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Like if you want a short (maybe long) starter!

I’m heading off for now because it’s 1am, and I still have to work on my html/css project due tomorrow. But I’ll be back either tomorrow or Wednesday because of classes.

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☀  - A hug

He only did it because he was certain it would piss Saruhiko off, and to Sukuna, that reason was good enough, and beyond worth it.

The youngest JUNGLE member caught Saruhiko by total surprise, damn near tackling him to the ground when he threw his arms around that tall, scrawny frame and clung to him like his life depended on it. When Saruhiko tried to squirm free or shake him off, Sukuna only seemed to tighten his hug and stagger alongside him.

“Saru   !”

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☻ - A present

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“Hey, old man!”

Kotosaka loudly echoed those words from his spot on the kid’s shoulder.

What a way to initiate a seemingly-thoughtful gift-exchange; he kept his hands held behind his back to hide a small gift for the elder man as he approached. Once he stopped before Iwa-san, Sukuna thrust the little green box out towards him; there was no sound to come from its contents, and it was feather-light in his hand.

“This is for you. Kotosaka helped me with it.”

Though he didn’t know whether he should leave now, quickly, or wait for the elder JUNGLE member to open it     

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"You look ancient today, Iwa-san. Well -- you look like that every day."

　　　　❛ Keep laughing now— But one day you’ll be just as old as I am! ❜

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☠  - A slap

That was it.

Yukari was going to kill him if she didn’t do it herself first.

In Sukuna’s defense, she was getting on his nerves; adults, how annoying and self-entitled they were. What made her think it was okay to start bossing him around ?     trying to control the things he ate, monitoring the already-limited time he spent gaming, trying to insist that he had a bed time    

He was sick of it! She was no better than his parents, and he didn’t want to be run out of JUNGLE because of these stupid adults!

But he had slapped her without even thinking, and he felt regret settling in the moment his hand made contact. Sukuna was certain that the burning in his eyes was a result of hot tears threatening to surface     but he couldn’t be sure if he was going to cry because he knew he had just severely fucked up, or if he was just so angry, so terrified of losing the only place he considered a true home, a sanctuary from those he despised.

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Arms folding across his chest in a desperate attempt to still the squirming lump under his shirt, Sukuna laughed     forced, far too loud to sound anywhere close to natural. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead drew in a sharp breath of pain at something his King couldn’t see    

“Ah     good, I’m starvi   ng.”

He side-stepped, pressing his lips together. “Hn     why would you think I’m hiding something   ?” Nervous laughter followed; he couldn’t seem to keep this animal still. “I don’t have anything to hide, certainly not from you, Nagare   ”

( Sukuna. )

“My stomach growled.”

Yeah, right. As if in protest to his lie, there was another mewl coming from beneath his shirt, and this time, it sounded more impatient. He cleared his throat and spoke up again, trying to drown out the noise with his own voice and disinterest his king with a subject change.

“I’m really hungry, Nagare     Where’s Iwa-san? Has he cooked yet?”

　　HE STARED FOR A MOMENT in silence. He was close to certain that a stomach did not sound like that but Nagare was not one who would outright say that Sukuna was lying! He heard the same sound from before, but he decided to ignore it for just the moment in favor towards the youth’s unusual behavior. 

　　A slight tilt of his head was all that he had to offer, blinking his eyes with a slight confusion at the change in topic.

　　　❝ I think Iwa-san is buying things for dinner tonight. 　　　   — Sukuna? Are you hiding something? ❞

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“My stomach growled.”

Yeah, right. As if in protest to his lie, there was another mewl coming from beneath his shirt, and this time, it sounded more impatient. He cleared his throat and spoke up again, trying to drown out the noise with his own voice and disinterest his king with a subject change.

“I’m really hungry, Nagare     Where’s Iwa-san? Has he cooked yet?”

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He hasn’t spoken to her in so long     and her first order of business is to ask  these stupidly deep questions that he isn’t quite sure he wants to answer. It’s something he has to think about, so he takes a moment to consider his response as he murmurs those words back to himself.

Sukuna’s keeping his distance from her even as they speak; she can probably tell from a soft, notably less aggressive tone that he’s lost his edge     a previously arrogant, game-obsessed brat knocked into some sense of reality, though whether it’s due to befriending her or the recent events unfolding with the clans, he isn’t sure.

“Kill the person who ruined my life?”

Anna asks like there’s only one, but he can name more than that -- his own parents, her stupid clansman and his pet traitor, the Blue King, the entirety of the Silver Clan, even     

And...honestly?

“Yeah, I would.”

Would he kill her, though, if he was strong enough?

“Maybe. Would you?”

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    “    …  sukuna .   “                                                YES , SHE KNOWS . she knows who’s watching over her even with distance put between them due to the fact that it’s difficult for her to ignore another aura which is different to her than her own . but it wasn’t important . she speaks in a somber tone in this awkward silence , having just caught the attention of the green by pushing her foot down against a small rubble pile . gold territory was her least favorite place — so why was she there ? memory , she guesses , muscle memory .                                                  still , there’s a look about the king as she adjusts her heel into that concrete crack , trying to push it apart with the mere strength of her heel . to keep herself busy .       “    if you had the chance to kill the person who           ruined your life , ruined everyone’s lives ,           would you do it ? i  …  i’d like something honest .   “

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Not sure whether to drop all of my drafts because it’s been so long, or...? I mean, if you want me to answer them, let me know. I’ll save them, but I’m not sure if you’d be interested in a response after 4 months; plus it looks like a lot of people are on hiatus/moved to a new blog. ;;

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Clears throat.

Finals will be over by May 5.

I can return.

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He’s annoyed at how much she knows about him.

She’s trying his patience.

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A low hum slips through his lips in acknowledgement to the Red clansman’s words. And he takes a moment to think on it, because he’s not really sure what to say   he leans over to lightly jab her in the side.

“Idiot. I guess I don’t know you that well, but...yeah, you are that kind of person.”

He pauses, scratching the back of his head as his gaze drifts away from her (almost) sleeping form   or, she would be if he would shut up.

“I’m concerned for you too.” It’s not exactly a lie. “Because you said yourself, your, ah...babysitters will be angry at you for being friends with me.”

         now that her blanket isn’t being tugged on anymore , the king can finally lay down like she had been , the ends of her shoes just brushing the other’s side as she curls up very tightly into the ball she was more or less used to sleeping like . protection or concern could both be the cause , but either way , she just did so despite the room she had .           “     sukuna is a strong type of person , i know that ,                do not doubt me in that regard , i simply … worry                about everyone right now . extensively . i am that                type of person . i think .                                              “

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She’s trying his patience.

Excuse her.

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Excuse her.

What does she want.