Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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The boy sags in himself, reminded of the source of his pain. “You were right.” He admits in a quiet voice.
Sukuna pauses to think and sighs. “So you finally realized how utterly foolish you had been this entire time.” He states dryly.
Yuuji sobs. “I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him.” He shakes his head and curls in himself. “It hurts so bad now when I know it’s not real. It’s just an act. He doesn’t love me back.”
There is silence in response, so the boy glances carefully from his spot. Sukuna is scowling so deeply that Yuuji laughs uncontrollably again.
“Are you crying or laughing? Make up your mind, moron.” Sukuna scoffs with a glare.
“Because your expressions are funny.” The boy mumbles, looking away, and frowns. “What am I supposed to do now? How will I look Satoru in the face? I don’t think I can pretend anymore.” He whispers, troubled.
“Brat. You weren’t pretending from the beginning. That was your mistake. You didn’t draw the lines between what was real and what was an act.” Sukuna points flatly.
Yuuji stares at him, surprised. “Oh.” He says softly and sniffles. “You are right, Sukuna.” He realizes and frowns again. “But I can’t stop being his wife either.” He utters in a broken voice and hides his head in his arms with a whine. “I don’t know anymore.” He mutters, resigned.
Sukuna groans deeply. “Don’t overthink it, Brat. Also, stop with those emotions. Those are annoying.” He complains surly.
“I’m sorry.” Yuuji whimpers, and he swears there is a hand in his hair for a second, as if patting him, so he snaps his head up, but the boy is back in the bedroom, and he blinks, flabbergasted.
“You look like shit, so start with that.” Sukuna grumbles from his hand, and Yuuji gasps, startled.
“You scared me!” He admits accusingly.
“Good.” Sukuna barks, and the boy huffs another small laugh.
Yuuji obediently goes to the bathroom and winces at his puffy eyes staring at him back in the mirror. He makes a compress from cold water and decides to lay down with it on his eyes, in the hope that it will help a bit, at least.
It’s better after the treatment, but his eyes still look like he cried a lot. Satoru will definitely notice.
Just as Yuuji thinks about it, his husband gets back with a loud: “I’m home, Yuu-chan~!”
The boy freezes, his guts instantly squeezing tightly. No, he can do this. He has to. He lays back down with the compress and prays to the gods for it all to work out somehow.
“Welcome back, Toru!” He shouts back, but his voice cracks.
The white-haired man instantly comes to the kitchen, based on his steps, and then peers into their bedroom. “Oya? Yuu-chan didn’t prepare anything? That’s unusual!” Satoru comments and gasps softly. “What happened?” He comes quickly to his side, the bed sagging under the new weight, and he takes the boy’s compress from his eyes.
Yuuji doesn’t have a choice but to look right into his husband’s eyes, and he holds his breath. There are very complicated emotions inside him right now. He is happy to see Toru, but it hurts to see him at the same time. ________________
“Yuu-chan, were you crying?” The man asks in a hushed tone, touching Yuuji's face with care, and the boy’s chest clenches at it painfully.
Because Satoru sounds actually worried, it can’t be a lie, right? The man is probably genuinely concerned about his well-being. But how is his husband able to act like this after spending time with that woman?
Yuuji really can’t help it—the tears appear in his eyes almost instantly at the memory.
“Yuuji?” Toru asks, alarmed. “What happened?”
“Um.” He utters weakly and clears his throat. “It’s nothing. I’m okay.” He lies and tries to smile.
The man frowns deeply. “You are crying, Yuuji. It’s definitely not okay.” He whispers and wipes his tears away, watching him intently. “Tell me what is wrong, hm?”
Stop. Stop treating him like this. How can Yuuji still feel those damned butterflies even now?! He wants to scream in frustration. But he is afraid that the moment he opens his mouth, he is going to cry.
Then. “Come on, Brat, tell him the truth.” Sukuna taunts, and the boy gasps, shocked.
Wasn’t Sukuna on his side?! Is he going to give him away?
“Sukuna!” Yuuji shouts desperately. “Don’t even say a word!” He glares at his smirking hand.
“Oh? Are you that embarrassed about it, Brat?” Sukuna sneers. “Should I tell him myself, then?” He chortles.
“No! Sukuna, please!” The boy pleads with a sob.
“What is this about?” Satoru butts in, his tone stern. “Sukuna?” He directs his attention at the one who seems to be more willing to cooperate.
Sukuna cackles. “Brat had a small accident in the kitchen, some spices got into his eyes and irritated them. He was screaming and crying in pain. I had the best time in decades witnessing it.” He lies lightly with yet another ugly laugh.
Yuuji is stunned into silence. Not only did Sukuna cover for him, he also came up with the best possible excuse... What the hell?
Toru breathes with relief. “I got so scared for a second that it was something worse.” He murmurs and then smiles. “You shouldn't feel embarrassed about it, Yuuji. It could happen to anyone! Oh, my poor wife~” He coos, caressing Yuuji’s cheek gently. “Now it explains the clean kitchen.” The man jokes and then frowns in concern. “Your eyes look painful, Yuu-chan. Do you need anything?” He asks softly.
The boy blinks, still not really comprehending what just happened.
