Lost Lamb /True form! Sukuna x fem!reader/ COMPLETED

· Sacrifice ·

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Your knees pressed against the marble flooring as you washed it down clean of dirt or anything random stain. Taking extra care of the temple with Uraume that day was important, seeing as Sukuna was having guests over to discuss his protection fees for the chief’s village.

“Make sure this floor is clean enough to eat off, is that clear?”

He’s been in a sour mood the last few days, ever since you returned from the village with the yukata in fact. Was it your fault? You didn’t know, but you didn’t want to be in trouble with him, seeing as you nearly spilled his breakfast on him earlier that day.

But you still wondered, though you knew you couldn’t just ask him outright or that would get you a firm talking too.

“What’s the sour look for, Y/n?” Uraume asked, sitting up and wiping their brow free of sweat.

Thankfully, the cut they eared from cooking a few days ago was slowly healing. Now, it was nothing but a scab that was probably going to finish healing within a day or two.

Thanks to Sukuna’s reversed cursed technique..

Reaching up and feeling around your throat, you noted that the former aching was gone and your speech seemed to be getting better thanks to Uraume’s herbal tea and some good baths and medicine.

“Oh, nothing, Uraume.” You mumbled, staring down at the floor and sighing. “Just thoughts like normal.”

Uraume didn’t press on the topic, though the silence that followed made you feel uncomfortable for a moment until you heard the loud thumps of Sukuna’s footsteps coming up behind you.

Uraume gave a small nod to his presence before returning back to their work, Sukuna’s eyes glaring down at the back of your neck and making your body squirm in discomfort. Looking up, you had to fight back the flinch that dared to arise when you saw the intense stare Sukuna wore.

“Yes, Lord Sukuna?” You asked, sitting up and placing the rag in your hand on the floor.

“...Nothing,” Sukuna finally answered, his folded arms shifting around. “Just clean the hallways to our rooms during the meeting.”

Stepping off to the baths, you let the breath you were holding in out and let your eyes follow Sukuna until he was out of sight. Looking over at Uraume, whom was still working on their assigned area, before grabbing the rag and going back to your chores.

The wait for the villagers and their chief was a grueling task. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours until the sun was at its peak around noon. Uraume met up with you beforehand and pointed to your room.

“Stay in there until it’s over,” They whispered, reaching out and gently holding your hand. “I’ll come get you for dinner and help you with the gardens afterwards.”

Creaking echoes of the large temple doors filled the hallways and corridors, the screeching noises filling your ears too. In that moment, Uraume bowed their head and headed off to the main hall, letting go of your wrist and leaving you alone.

I should listen to them. You turned, facing the path to your room before something inside you told you to disobey.

I’m going to have my hide handed to me if they find me...

Taking a quick breath, you turned around and stared down the hallway. Quickly running over, trying to be as quiet as possible, you made your way over to one of the statues that sat at the end of the hall.

The statue itself hid you fairly well; being of Sukuna around 15 feet tall or so, large drapes over his torso and ending around his ankles. It wasn’t a particularly good hiding spot, but it had to do.