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Continuation of Extra 4
Jujutsu College -- Tokyo In the field
"Shen." An aggressive voice called out, only for its owner to get flicked on the forehead. A pair of upturned eyes narrowed down at him. A playful light glistening in them. Itadori Sukuna scowled, wanting to slap the other's hand away, but the shaman already retracted his arm.
"Sukuna," came the shaman's teasing tone. "I'm pretty sure I'm three years older. Call me senpai."
"..."
"...?"
"..." I'm going to let this slide just because you're so fucking cute. "Senpai."
The Long Shen before him laughed. Unrestrained and unburdened. Very unlike the Long Shen in Sukuna's previous life as a curse. In the past few years, he figured out that the Long Shen he knew didn't change all that much at all. Sukuna only felt that way because the shaman he met had faced the many vicissitudes of life.
And the Long Shen now has grown up in a very different environment.
But he was still the same little shaman he treasured.
"Anyway," Long Shen wiped away the tears of joy that accumulated at the corner of his eyes, staring down at the sorcerer. "Like I told you. I don't hit on minors."
For the umpteenth time that month, Itadori Sukuna pouted. "I'm already seventeen, turning eighteen in a few months. Where the fuck am I still a minor? Besides, you're only three years older. Not that much of a fucking difference." Just when could he intimately embrace his lover again? He had been holding back for about a decade already.
When they were children, Sukuna could still get away with hitching a ride on Shen's back and getting embraced from behind. But ever since he reached middle school, Shen had never done those things again.
Which aggrieved Sukuna immensely.
It was just a hug from the back, why couldn't his Shen do it dammit.
"It is a difference," this time, Shen reached out to make a mess of Sukuna's hair. "Maybe wait until you're older?"
"..." Fuck. Are you going to wait until I'm old and wrinkly, you dumbfuck?!
Sukuna cursed the heavens for his misfortune.
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-- college dorms --
"OH MY GOD!"
"Shut up, brat."
"Wha-- hey, I'm the older twin! But Sukuna," Itadori Yuuji hovered around his brother with worry written all over his face. "Why are you, you know—" Yuuji found it difficult to say but figured out that he wouldn't die if he was verbal with it. "—why are you lactating?!"
