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Satoru sat in the garden, carefully fletching arrows for his alpha. Their one-year-old daughter played on the grass among the vibrant flowers, her laughter blending with the chirping of birds in the trees. The sun shone bright and warm, casting a serene glow over another peaceful day.
After Satoru was exiled by his clan for becoming pregnant with the barbarian Sukuna's child, peaceful days like these became regular. For noble sorcerers, especially omegas, tranquility was unusual. Satoru had grown accustomed to constant danger, lurking threats, and the responsibilities that came with being the lord’s eldest son and omega.
With Sukuna by his side, Satoru’s life had shifted. His concerns now revolved around their child, their home built in solace, and when Sukuna was unavailable, exorcising curses. In those moments, he entrusted their daughter to Yuuji, Sukuna’s nephew.
Yuuji’s father, Sukuna’s twin, had fallen in battle when Yuuji was just five years old. Now sixteen, Yuuji often took on missions alone, a point of contention between Satoru and Sukuna.
To Sukuna, Yuuji was self-sufficient, capable of surviving and fighting as any sorcerer should. Satoru understood that. After all, he himself had been Gojo’s prized jewel. But the thought of Yuuji facing death alone gnawed at him. There were enough sorcerers to form teams. Yuuji could have a partner.
When Satoru suggested this, Yuuji did not bristle as he usually did, seeing Satoru’s concern as doubt in his abilities. Instead, he went unusually quiet. Even Sukuna seemed caught off guard by his shift in demeanor.
Yuuji’s gaze held something neither Satoru nor Sukuna could fully decipher. At first, it looked like worry. Then, something deeper. A sadness neither of them had expected.
Weeks had passed since that conversation, yet Satoru still couldn’t unravel Yuuji’s strange behavior whenever the topic of finding a sorcerer partner arose. Yuuji had friends within the sorcerer circle; he could ask anyone. Yet, for some reason, he remained alone. Perhaps he was weary of Satoru’s perceived doubts in his skills, though that wasn’t the case.
Satoru placed the finished arrow into the quiver and rested his hands in his lap, his thoughts adrift in worry over Yuuji. He found himself so preoccupied that even when Sukuna needed his attention, his mind remained elsewhere.
“Strange, isn’t it?” The sudden voice made Satoru nearly jump. Startled, he hadn’t even noticed Sukuna approaching or sitting on the bench beside him.
“Dear gods...” Satoru pressed a hand to his chest. “Must you sneak up on me like that?”
“I approached from the left, at a normal pace, like any mortal man,” Sukuna retorted, crossing his arms and shooting Satoru a side-eye glance.
“The ‘mortal man’ part is obviously crucial,” Satoru snorted, shaking his head at Sukuna’s exaggerated tone.
“You never know what you will become after death, my love.”
“I know exactly what you will become after death, my love,” Satoru replied, mimicking Sukuna’s phrasing with a teasing lilt.
“Hm, this is new for me,” Sukuna quipped. “Enlighten me.”
“A soul that reincarnates and finds me again in our next life,” Satoru murmured, his voice soft as he leaned his head against Sukuna’s shoulder.
Sukuna let out a short, pleasant huff of laughter, entwining his fingers with Satoru’s. As Satoru rested against him, he felt Sukuna relax under his weight. Tilting his head back, Satoru caught sight of Sukuna’s gentle gaze fixed on their daughter, her tiny hands stretched toward a white butterfly that floated above the flowers.
Satoru sat with Sukuna in serene silence, basking in the warm glow of late summer afternoon sunlight. It was the perfect moment for an omega, cherished by his alpha while their daughter happily bounced and giggled, rolling across the grass. Yet, as Satoru watched Shiori’s laughter light up the garden, his thoughts began to drift. His attention wandered toward Yuuji, whose worried expression lingered in Satoru’s mind like a shadow over the otherwise idyllic scene.
It bothered him that he seemed to be incapable of helping Yuuji with his trouble. At least a bit more trust between them could resolve weeks of gloominess.
“I wish we could do something for Yuuji,” Satoru muttered, tightening his grip on Sukuna’s hand. “Why can’t he simply talk to us?”
“Ah, my dear...” Sukuna placed his other hand over Satoru’s. “That’s why I came sneaking up on you. I think I resolved the mystery called Yuuji.”
Satoru’s eyes widened in awe as he pulled back slightly, gazing at his husband with anticipation. A clever smile played across Sukuna’s face, but instead of answering, he suddenly stood up, leaving Satoru in suspense.
He watched as Sukuna approached their daughter, who was amusing herself by teasing a wasp that was futilely trying to pierce through her Infinity. Sukuna bent down and lifted Shiori into his arms. The little girl immediately reached for his earlobe, her tiny fingers attempting to slip through the gauge earring.
“It came to me this morning when I strolled through the market,” Sukuna said, turning to look at Shiori. “I saw a young girl giggling as her suitor picked out a fan for her.”
Satoru’s brows knitted slightly as he pieced the picture together. “You think Yuuji has a love interest?”
“We mistook the longing in his eyes for a mere sadness,” Sukuna confirmed with a firm nod, just as Shiori decided to explore his face, her chubby hands patting his nose.
“That would mean...” Satoru gasped as realization dawned. “His love isn’t reciprocated!”
“Or perhaps he’s afraid to confess,” Sukuna countered calmly.
“Hmm...” Satoru mused, crossing his arms as his gaze drifted across the blooming garden. “That would be odd, considering his uncle defied every convention to court a noble omega.”
His gaze flicked back to Sukuna, who was busy shielding his eyes from Shiori’s curious fingers. There was something about their color that fascinated her. Only if she knew, she inherited hers after her father.
Red was rare in their world, a shade tied to passion and fury, worn only by a select few, mostly nobility. Yet it was also the color of certain flowers, and Shiori always reached for them first. Wild poppies were her favorite.
Tiring of Shiori’s persistent attempts to explore his eyes, Sukuna crouched and gently set her down on the grass. But the moment he released her, she darted forward like a falcon, hurling herself back into his arms.
“Well, she takes after me,” Satoru chuckled, his eyes softening as he watched the tender father-daughter moment unfold.
“But no more poking at my eyes, understand?” Sukuna said, gazing into Shiori’s red eyes. The baby girl stared back, mesmerized by the vivid scarlet of his.
“Say dada if you understand!” Sukuna teased, cupping her pudgy cheeks with a gentle touch.
Satoru laughed heartily at their exchange. In moments like this, he was deeply grateful that he hadn’t succumbed to his family’s pressure to sever all ties with Sukuna simply because he lacked noble blood.
What had softened the blow, at least in Satoru’s case, was Sukuna’s reputation as one of the most powerful sorcerers in the country.
He was not only feared but respected, the one securing peace between the northern tribes and the southern empire. Sukuna was the final stand preventing another war. No one wanted to face a beast like him, a sorcerer who could single-handedly take down the entire sorcery line of the Date clan. And the north? They wanted only to live in peace.
Yet, despite his significance and respect on the battlefield, Sukuna was still seen as nothing more than a tattooed tribesman, a barbarian from the uncivilized land. The Gojo family had no place for their omega, who had fallen for such a man. They expected him to marry into the Date clan or another noble family, hoping to strengthen their courtly influence.
Satoru didn’t care about being disinherited by his family. Sukuna had never sought to restrain him or limit his ambitions, never asked for his wealth, or attempted to use his influence. Satoru was his own person, and Sukuna adored that about him. He loved Satoru’s audacity, his strength, his unwavering defiance. He was not like the alphas, too insecure to stand beside a powerful and ambitious omega.
Sukuna was everything Satoru had ever wanted. Bold, sharp-witted, and adamant in treating Satoru as his equal. When Satoru discovered he was pregnant, even though they were not officially mated, he had not panicked. Instead, he had felt joyous, knowing without a doubt that Sukuna would take care of them no matter what.
As Satoru reflected on the past, an unsettling thought crept into his mind. Perhaps Sukuna was right. Perhaps Yuuji had fallen for an omega from a clan beyond his reach. If that was true, as Sukuna had suspected, then Yuuji was likely enduring the quiet agony of unrequited or forbidden love.
Maybe Yuuji believed that if his uncle had broken the convention to be with Satoru, then he, too, could pursue the omega he longed for, only to be met with rejection.
The thought broke Satoru’s heart. To imagine Yuuji bearing that kind of pain made his chest ache.
Satoru sighed deeply, refocusing his gaze on his family. “Do you think I should talk to Yuuji about it? If it’s a forbidden love interest, I believe he might listen to me.”
“I’d rather figure out who it is first before making any move,” Sukuna replied, standing up as Shiori clung to his leg for support in her quest to stand. “No questioning until we uncover the identity of this person. Understand?”
“ D ada !” Shiori babbled, giggling as she tugged playfully at Sukuna’s hakama.
**
As the days passed, Yuuji became increasingly withdrawn whenever the topics of sorcery or missions arose. Satoru trod carefully, deliberately avoiding any mention of finding a hunting partner. Even when he jokingly remarked that he could not wait for Yuuji to bring his first love home, Yuuji would quickly excuse himself, muttering something about needing to see Todo for reasons Satoru could only guess.
The only safe topics to discuss with Yuuji were food, games, and cursed techniques. Satoru could talk about cursed techniques endlessly without losing interest. He had extensive knowledge of every technique from the major sorcery clans. It was actually through one of these casual conversations that Satoru learned about Yuuji’s love interest.
It happened by chance. Satoru was feeding Shiori on his lap, a task he greatly enjoyed. The little girl ate everything much like her father. Beans, mashed rice, and fruit. She devoured spoon after spoon, never seeming to have enough. Her insatiable appetite perhaps mirrored her already remarkable level of cursed energy.
Shiori was a delightful, cheerful child, rarely crying even when she spotted the occasional lazy, harmless curse lingering in the streets during their city outings.
Her charm naturally steered their conversation toward the topic of other clans and their most powerful cursed techniques.
Casually, Satoru mentioned hearing that the Zenin clan was planning to marry off Megumi. The news weighed heavily. Satoru had known Megumi for as long as he had known Yuuji, as his father had been friends with Sukuna. But it was not just Satoru who felt the weight of this revelation.
Yuuji’s reaction was immediate and intense.
After all, Megumi was his friend. Still, Satoru hadn’t anticipated the young alpha to react so passionately, given how common it was for noble omegas to marry at a certain age, with the head of their clan deciding their future.
“I don’t understand why he has to marry so young to someone he doesn’t even know,” Yuuji said, frowning deeply.
Satoru watched him carefully, his gaze knowing yet measured. It seemed he had uncovered the root of Yuuji’s turmoil. While he resisted jumping to conclusions, all signs pointed to Yuuji’s beloved omega being forced into an arranged marriage, or perhaps the omega in question was Megumi himself.
If it were Megumi, the situation would grow far more complicated. Sukuna’s past friendship with Toji cast a long shadow, one that could make things even messier than they already were.
Before panicking, Satoru knew he needed to hear it directly from Yuuji. He had to be certain if it was truly Megumi, or if there was another omega Yuuji was keeping secret from his uncle.
“Well, marrying at such an age was my fate, too,” Satoru said calmly, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he patiently waited for Shiori to roll the mashed rice in her mouth and swallow.
Yuuji pursed his lips in mild displeasure, picking up a stray grain of rice from the table and placing it back on the tray beside the bowl. “But you ended up marrying my uncle. Most of us aren’t that lucky to marry for love.”
“That’s true,” Satoru admitted, wiping his hands on a towel. “I had wit and luck on my side.”
“Wit and luck?” Yuuji repeated, shifting into a more comfortable position on the floor. “You’ve never told me how you tricked your parents to avoid marrying the Date.”
A sly grin spread across Satoru’s face. He loved telling this story, but Yuuji had been too young to hear it when they first met. Before beginning, Satoru took the towel and wiped Shiori’s mouth and hands. She was clearly full, and now all she could do was burp and wiggle restlessly in his lap.
“I was nearing my seventeenth year,” Satoru began, placing his daughter on the floor to let her explore and practice walking.
Yuuji turned his head to watch her, his hand instinctively flaring out as Shiori stumbled, nearly falling. He steadied her, helping her settle back down so she could crawl instead. “But you met uncle when you were eighteen.”
“My eyes are a precious, still not fully understood gift. I used them to deceive my parents,” Satoru confessed, a proud grin lighting up his face. “I told them I was losing my sight. Nobody wanted a partially blind omega.”
“That’s sneaky,” Yuuji said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
It warmed Satoru’s heart to see hope flicker back into Yuuji’s eyes. Perhaps the boy was already devising his own plan to help his omega escape an unwanted marriage. Whoever the omega was, Satoru was certain they would uncover the truth soon enough.
Still, Sukuna’s warning lingered in his mind. He should not give Yuuji false hope if the omega was truly beyond his reach.
“I lived a blissful, free life until they finally realized I was pulling their leg when they caught me meeting your uncle,” Satoru said, laughing fondly at his younger self.
He had always been an energetic, spirited omega who couldn’t stand still. While he managed to avert the marriage with the Date alpha, it placed him in an irritating situation where he was confined to his home or escorted on strolls by servants.
“I knew who your uncle was when I met him for the first time at the market,” Satoru continued, pouring himself some tea. “I bumped into him on purpose, excusing myself by claiming poor sight, and he bought me peaches. He said I needed to eat more fruit to stay healthy.”
Both Satoru and Yuuji erupted into laughter, their shared joy filling the room. Yuuji’s delighted laughter was like a soothing balm to Satoru’s heart. Moments like these, when their home radiated positivity and warmth, were treasures he cherished deeply.
“I was meeting him secretly for nearly a year before the truth finally came out,” Satoru said with a soft smile. The turmoil and challenges that he and Sukuna had faced during that time felt like distant memories all these years later.
“Your parents must have been furious,” Yuuji replied, his expression curious yet thoughtful.
“Everyone was. My parents couldn’t even look me in the eye...” Satoru sighed, taking a sip of his tea. “Later, when I realized I was pregnant with Sukuna's child, my family had no choice but to let me go. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
When Satoru met Yuuji’s eyes, he saw a dangerous glint of determination. In that instant, he realized he had let himself get carried away. He had said too much, unintentionally planting the seeds of a plan in Yuuji’s mind, a plan to save his omega from an unwanted marriage.
It was easy to piece together the whole picture. Megumi was Yuuji’s childhood friend, and the news of his marriage had clearly angered him. The announcement was recent, just as Yuuji’s melancholic behavior had been.
Still, these were only assumptions. Satoru needed to hear the name from Yuuji’s lips.
“Yuuji, I’m not blind to your sadness and hurt,” Satoru said, narrowing his eyes at his nephew. “I know you’re troubled by love.”
Satoru watched as Yuuji’s jaw tensed, the determination in his eyes flickering before he looked away. Being confronted so directly must have left him uneasy.
Silence settled between them, thick with Yuuji’s inner turmoil. Satoru wished for nothing more than to ease his pain, to lighten the burdens pressing against his heart. He could feel the weight of Yuuji’s unspoken words, the urge to speak warring with the fear of his and Sukuna’s reactions.
“Matters of the heart can be complicated,” Satoru said softly, treating the delicate situation with care. “I could cry my eyes out when my family refused to let me be with your uncle.”
Yuuji visibly tensed, and Satoru imagined him clenching his fists beneath the table. His thoughts must have been turbulent, bouncing between plans that might succeed and those destined to fail. Satoru’s words, intended to help, seemed to both encourage and discourage the boy, leaving him even more conflicted than before.
“But it was your uncle’s bravery and strength that helped our case,” Satoru admitted. “He may not be a nobleman, but sometimes strength means more than nobility, and that is what your uncle embodies. Just like you do, Yuuji.”
Satoru smiled as he noticed the flicker of hope in Yuuji’s eyes. The shift was subtle but unmistakable, a reflection of the vast difference between his highs and lows. He was always balancing on the edge, caught between the pull of strong hope and the plunge into deep despair.
“I’m not his son,” Yuuji murmured, lowering his head as tension crept into his voice. “I’m still too young, and I don’t have brave deeds to back me up in front of those noble people.”
Satoru’s suspicions were nearly confirmed. “Tell me who it is, Yuuji, and perhaps we can do something about it. But do not try to handle this alone. It is too dangerous.”
“I...” Yuuji faltered, pressing his lips together before shaking his head.
“Yuuji, you can trust us,” Satoru urged gently, his tone soft yet assuring. “You are safe with us.”
The young alpha inhaled sharply, his body gradually relaxing as he took slow, measured breaths. Keeping his eyes shut, he drew in a few more deep breaths before finally opening them. His voice was hesitant but honest when he spoke. “The omega is my age. I have no assets, no money, and no brave stories to tell.”
Satoru could feel Yuuji’s anguish, his frustration over the injustices noble omegas faced. Although their arranged marriages were meant to secure their futures, the reality often left them trapped in polygamous unions that lacked nobility in every sense.
“Who is it, Yuuji?” Satoru leaned forward, his hand resting on Yuuji’s slumped shoulder.
Yuuji’s brows furrowed in desperation as his gaze locked onto Shiori, who was happily tugging at the ears of her rabbit toy. “It’s Megumi,” he finally confessed.
Satoru’s worst prediction had come true. The revelation stirred a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. Relief came first. He knew Megumi well. He had been Yuuji’s closest friend since they learned to walk, their bond flourishing until the Zenins forcibly tore them apart.
But with that relief came a heavy sadness. Satoru knew the harsh reality of the Zenin clan. They would never surrender their prized omega, especially one who possessed the formidable Ten Shadows, to the nephew of a barbarian and, on top of that, Toji’s friend.
“That’s why...” Yuuji began abruptly, his voice clinging to the last fragile remnants of hope. “When you said you deceived your family, I thought—”
“I understand, Yuuji,” Satoru interjected, his tone gentle.
“You were considered a jewel of the Gojo family, and they still let you go,” Yuuji insisted, his voice trembling with emotion. “Maybe if we could come up with something...”
“But the Zenin clan isn’t Gojo,” Satoru reminded him gently yet firmly. "Toji, Megumi’s father was your uncle’s friend until Naobito seized him and ordered Megumi to be brought into the Zenin household.”
“His father was slaughtered, and Megumi was kidnapped!” Yuuji hissed, outrage sparking in his eyes. “And now they’re forcing him to marry some politician from the Date clan. They’ll chain him to a dull life in court, his gift wasted.”
Satoru’s gaze softened at Yuuji’s impassioned words. His heart swelled at the purity of Yuuji’s intentions. Despite the intensity of his own need, all Yuuji could focus on was the comfort and freedom of his beloved. Not a single grain of selfishness tainted his voice or his eyes.
“You remind me so much of your uncle,” Satoru said, his voice tinged with nostalgic warmth. “I can feel the depth of your love and despair.”
“Satoru, please...” Yuuji begged, leaning against the table, his fists resting firmly on the surface. “I’ve shared all of this with you. Help me.”
It was impossible to ignore the spark of defiance glimmering in Yuuji’s eyes, the same unwavering determination Sukuna carried. No matter how desperate the situation, an Itadori never completely lost hope. That unyielding resolve could turn them into relentless beasts, hammering at closed doors until they broke through, no matter how long it took.
If Megumi had belonged to any other family, it might have been easier to accept that the marriage was in everyone’s best interest. But the Zenins were a proud clan, riddled with corruption and criminals.
“I’ll see what we can do,” Satoru said, careful not to promise anything specific. “But promise me, Yuuji, that you won’t act on your own.”
The boy hesitated briefly before nodding. “I promise, but my patience is wearing thin.”
Satoru straightened his posture, fixing Yuuji with an authoritative gaze. “Young man, watch your tone!”
The tips of Yuuji’s ears flushed red under Satoru’s scolding. Satoru, however, didn’t have time to tease out more of that endearing blush from his nephew, as he felt and heard Sukuna returning home. The most excited was Shiori, who, confused about the direction, bumped into Yuuji and landed on her bottom.
“Hey, little one, careful,” Yuuji said, sliding out from the table to lift her into his arms, brushing her messy blond hair away from her eyes.
“Here you are!” Sukuna’s commanding presence filled the room, his voice carrying authority. “I haven’t seen you properly for days, Yuuji.” There was a hint of reproach in his tone, an unspoken expectation for an explanation.
“I’ve been busy training with Todo,” Yuuji replied, all while Shiori wriggled restlessly, stretching her arms toward her father.
“You two are always together. Did you choose him as your sorcerer partner?” Sukuna asked, taking the baby girl into his arms.
Satoru observed the tense exchange with sharp attention, ready to intervene if necessary. But Sukuna was in a good mood, and with Shiori cradled in his arms, his negative emotions rarely surfaced. She was like a lucky charm for him. He would never forget the moment he told Sukuna he was expecting their child. The mighty alpha had melted like wax under a flame.
“Not yet," he replied flatly.
“Do you plan to spend the night outside again?” Sukuna asked, letting Shiori poke curiously at his cheek.
“I have a meeting...” Yuuji blurted out, his tone urging. “With a friend who needs my help with sorcery.”
“At night,” Sukuna deadpanned, raising an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Yuuji’s half-truth.
“It’s about hunting curses at night. It’s more effective, and he’s scared of the dark.”
Satoru felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment wash over him at Yuuji’s painfully transparent excuse. Yuuji knew better than to blatantly lie to Sukuna, yet he still tried on occasion and sometimes even succeeded. Despite his strict demeanor, Sukuna had once been a young boy himself, reluctant to share his secrets. Satoru loved hearing those stories about Sukuna’s childhood.
“Well, let’s just hope your friend doesn’t get their ass bitten by some evil imp while you’re busy taking care of your cousin,” Sukuna said, dismissing Yuuji’s complaints without hesitation. “It’s not like I ask you to do much around the house anyway.”
The proposition immediately piqued Satoru’s curiosity. “Did something happen that requires my presence?” he asked, intrigued.
Sukuna shot Satoru a knowing look, one that clearly conveyed this wasn’t a matter for Yuuji’s ears. The depth and glimmer in his eyes told Satoru everything he needed to know. Swallowing a smitten smile, Satoru turned away and began tidying up the table. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, his scent betraying his eagerness to spend the night with Sukuna.
“But I’ve already promised!” Yuuji insisted, his eyes pleading. “Uncle, it’s a matter of my man’s honor!” He bumped his fist against his chest.
“I don’t like your tone, nor the fact that you felt the need to lie to me, Yuuji,” Sukuna said, his keen eyes narrowing as he looked him over, brows furrowing slightly. “You keep too many things from us. Now, you will do as I say and finally sort your priorities. Understand?”
Yuuji averted his gaze, his disappointment clear, tinged with subtle irritation. He knew better than to attempt negotiating with his uncle in this state. Satoru caught the longing in Yuuji’s glassy eyes, a feeling they had long mistaken for sadness.
“I understand,” Yuuji replied simply. As he sighed, Satoru could see the weight of acceptance settle over him. He wasn’t angry; he understood Sukuna’s reasoning. That realization eased the worry in Satoru’s heart, reassuring him that Yuuji would be all right.
“Dada!” Shiori’s cheerful, high-pitched voice shattered the tension like a charm. She stuck her tongue out at Sukuna, teasing him in her playful way, and instantly drew all of his attention away from Yuuji.
“I’ll show you, sticking out your tongue, you little rascal!” Sukuna lifted her up under her armpits, causing a bubbling laugh to escape her little mouth. “Just wait until you have a younger sibling. Your old good, carefree days will end.”
“But love, don’t scare her like that,” Satoru said with a soft laugh, his eyes briefly flicking over to Yuuji. The boy was pouting, curiosity evident in his expression, and Satoru watched as his eyes grew wider and wider with the realization of Sukuna’s words.
“Oh, gods!” Yuuji groaned dramatically. “So that’s the reason I need to watch over Shiori. You want to... I didn’t need to know that!”
Sukuna smirked, clearly enjoying Yuuji’s discomfort. “What? You think I need your permission to expand the family?” he teased, bouncing Shiori gently in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably.
“Ugh!” Yuuji exclaimed, throwing his arms up in defeat before storming out of the room.
Satoru, trying to stifle his laughter, leaned against the table. “Oh, come on, Yuuji. You’re acting like you’ve never heard adults talk before!” he called after the fleeting boy.
“I can’t hear you! I’ve suddenly lost my hearing!” Yuuji shouted from the backroom, his voice dripping with mock dramatics. “It’ll probably take me a few years to get it back!”
Satoru immediately picked up on the reference, and so did Sukuna because he flashed Satoru a knowing look.
“I see you had a fruitful conversation,” Sukuna said with a soft smile directed at their daughter.
Satoru rested his head on his hand, his gaze soft as he watched his daughter suck on her fingers, content in the gentle rocking of her father’s arms. His own story had a happy ending, but that didn’t mean Yuuji would follow the same path. Satoru’s mood darkened slightly, the weight of Yuuji’s troubles settling heavily on his shoulders once more.
There was always the possibility that Sukuna would oppose any attempts at interaction with the Zenins. It wasn’t a secret that Sukuna carried a grudge against the clan—an old, bitter feud stemming from the betrayal and brutal slaughter of Toji, and the following abduction of Megumi by the Zenins.
“You have no idea...” Satoru sighed, his worried gaze sending a clear message to his husband.