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Sukuna opens his eyes to a new morning when the alarm sets off. He quickly turns it off, and the first thing he notices after he does is that his body aches in all the right places. He feels pleasantly sore but disgustingly sticky.
He pulls away from the furnace he’s spooning, and only when he does, Sukuna notices that his dick is still inside his twin. No wonder why he feels so clammy.
Yuuji wakes up and moans as Sukuna slips out of his ass.
“Sukuna,” Yuuji complains, dragging the last vowel. “I told you to pull out yesterday.”
Sukuna scowls at him. Yuuji conveniently forgets that he said that when they were comfortable and about to fall asleep.
“Who is the idiot who never lets me pull out right away?” Sukuna asks.
Yuuji shifts to his side to face him but still has his eyes closed. He blindly reaches for him, but Sukuna is already leaving the bed.
“Not my fault you are a cold bastard who doesn’t like to cuddle,” Yuuji says, yawning loudly and rubbing his eye.
“Not my fault you are a clingy bitch who does.” Comes the retort from the bathroom.
Ah. It’s just another peaceful morning in the Itadori house.
-
“Good morning, jii-chan!” Yuuji greets when he walks into the kitchen-living room with Sukuna trailing behind him.
Unlike his twin, Sukuna doesn’t acknowledge the photo on the little altar Yuuji with so much love and effort put together for their deceased grandfather.
“We’ll be late, so no bento for today,” Yuuji announces as he quickly works his way through the kitchen.
“So, sandwiches?” Sukuna asks, perching his head on Yuuji’s shoulder as his twin prepares their meals. “You’re getting lazy.”
“Hey, I lost time cleaning myself up and you didn’t even help!”
“If I’d helped, we’d be fucking in the bathroom and would never make it to school in time,” Sukuna quickly replies, not really caring whether they would or not.
“You should control yourself, then,” Yuuji mutters and in response, Sukuna bites his neck. “Sukuna! It hurts!”
“Punishment for being such a whiny bitch,” he says.
“You left a mark again, didn’t you?” Yuuji frowns worriedly but makes no move to push Sukuna off. He never does, and Sukuna is pleased that the bitemark is reddening bright.
It’ll last enough for it to be visible by the time they make it to school.
It'll last enough for him to see.
Sukuna smirks.
-
School is boring and the people in it more so. There are a few exceptions, though, or rather, just one. Still, that alone doesn’t make Sukuna’s school life all interesting.
It could be worse, Sukuna thinks.
Dropping out was an option had long ago, back in Sukuna’s first year when they moved to Tokyo. Sukuna has given up on that quest because Yuuji is an annoying pest that doesn’t let him.
He can’t still get over that time when Yuuji fought his way into a dark, dirty, old bar to drag his twin out. Sukuna was annoyed that all the effort he put into weaseling his way in had been for naught.
Yuuji hauled him to the alleyway, threw some punches, and cried overdramatically about how his dear ‘Suku-nii’ — a name he only uses whenever he wants things going his way — was walking down a path that he could not follow. All under the curious, prying eyes of the passerby and drunkards.
It was a learning lesson that his twin would do anything for Sukuna to stay on the right path. Yuuji’s too dramatic to handle and too much trouble that Sukuna realized all the effort to fight him back was not worth it.
That’s how Yuuji forced him to go back to school via public embarrassment rather than force. When that wasn’t enough, Yuuji put a ban on Sukuna whenever he wanted to touch him or fuck him.
“I don’t sleep with delinquents,” he had said, leaving Sukuna angry and blue-balled for days.
Carrots and sticks.
Now, Itadori Sukuna became a proper and respectable student. He’s good at sports – just like his twin is – has good grades – out of spite rather than having real motivation – and will be graduating top of his class, to his teachers and classmates’ disbelief.
Sukuna’s school days are almost over and he can’t wait for it.
-
“The cultural festival is coming soon.”
“Yes! I’m so excited!”
“I want to dance around the bonfire!”
“Ah! So romantic!”
“I wonder if I’ll get asked to dance!”
Sukuna grimaces in disgust, hearing the comments when he steps into the classroom with Yuuji trailing behind.
“They’re at it again,” he groans.
Yuuji smiles as he sits down at his desk. “You should be excited too, Sukuna! It’ll be our last cultural festival with everyone before we graduate!”
“I’d be excited precisely because it’ll be the last time I have to deal with so many mindless brats acting like lovesick idiots,” Sukuna complains, sitting down next to Yuuji’s desk.
Yuuji pouts at him and looks as if he wants to retort to that but stops himself when he sees Megumi walking into the classroom.
“Ah, talking about lovesick idiots,” Sukuna murmurs to himself.
“Fushiguro, good morning!” Yuuji greets chirpily.
“Morning,” he greets back, sitting behind Yuuji. Sukuna doesn’t acknowledge him with anything else but a quick smug smirk.
Megumi frowns, displeased and confused by his taunt.
It doesn’t take long for Nobara to walk in next and sit at her desk in front of Sukuna. Unlike Megumi, who ignores him, she throws a careless ‘Hey’ in his way that Sukuna greets back with one of his own.
It’s after Yuuji’s group is complete that he starts talking about the latest movie he watched the day before – the one he missed the scene post-credits of because Sukuna fucked him immediately when the credits began to roll.
Nobara replies with something Sukuna is not interested in. Right now, his attention is on Megumi. That poor, lovesick bastard who holds the most disgustingly sweet gleam in his eyes when looking at his brother.
Sukuna, waits, and waits, and waits…
Until it comes.
Megumi blinks and frowns when his eyes come to rest on Yuuji’s neck. Just where Sukuna’s mark is. Silently, Megumi glares at him. It’s a nice look on his pretty face, Sukuna thinks as he smiles cruelly.
It’s just another day at school.
-
Sukuna has always liked Megumi. Not in a pretty or sweet manner as if he were holding a hidden crush. No. Sukuna likes him in the same detached and heartless amusement a predator likes its prey.
Fushiguro Megumi is beautiful, but unlike his delicate-looking frame, he is not weak. That’s where Sukuna’s interest in him resides.
Megumi is all latent, fiery anger, and he certainly knows how to deliver a punch. Sukuna and his jaw remember it with painful amusement. No one would believe Megumi had his own delinquent phase, not with the way he acts now.
Megumi and Sukuna clashed with each other more than once back in their first year. Back when everywhere he stood on was Megumi’s territory. It was all fun and games and thrilling challenges until Yuuji came between them and put a stop to their fights.
Not only did his brother make Megumi come to school regularly as well, but he also got one of the strongest delinquents in town wrapped around his finger without even noticing.
Sukuna likes Megumi’s face, more so when it’s twisted in dejection or pain when Sukuna lands a hit — or landed as the opportunity was taken away by his twin —. Now, he only has the former whenever Megumi notices the marks he leaves on Yuuji’s body as evidence of Sukuna’s claim on him.
There’s one more thing Sukuna likes about Megumi, and that one is, whenever his pretty face is flushed hot, with tears trailing down his cheeks as he takes Sukuna’s dick into his mouth. Almost close to suffocation.
“Such a talented cocksucker you are, Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna says, pulling at his hair and making Megumi glare at him.
Their relationship roots from Sukuna dropping school in first year — or when he tried to — and Yuuji refused to sleep with him or even let him touch him in retaliation.
Sukuna was outraged and Megumi was needy – still is — . They converged by their desire for Yuuji and found each other between punches, sexual tension, and lust.
Their sexual arrangements were short-lived. Sukuna returned to school, kept fucking his brother, and Megumi was left alone.
Only when Sukuna is bored and remembers that Fushiguro Megumi exists as more than just Yuuji’s best friend is that he reaches out for him. In the same way that Megumi does with him whenever he tries to pretend Sukuna is his brother.
“Ah, you look almost as pretty as my brother when you’re taking me like this,” Sukuna taunts.
Megumi grimaces but lets Sukuna fuck his mouth as more tears fall from his eyes. Sukuna doesn’t know if it’s his words or his cock that has them coming.
Poor Fushiguro Megumi, trapped in a fruitless, one-sided love. Willingly keeping silent about the Itadori brother’s affairs because he doesn’t want to expose Yuuji. He cares too much, and that serves Sukuna just right.
Sometimes, when Sukuna is rarely in touch with the beating thing inside his ribcage, he feels real pity for Megumi. Maybe, in another time and place, Sukuna would have offered a little more sympathy for him, but in this one, Itadori Yuuji exists as his other half, and Sukuna is only complete with him.
They don’t need anyone. Not even an outsider as pretty and exciting as Megumi Fushiguro is.
-
The cultural festival is around the corner, and Class 3-A has decided they’d go with the cliche but never failing coffee house theme. Everyone in the classroom is excited and busy getting ready for the big day.
Yuuji is more excited than usual that he resembles a crazy puppy about to wet himself.
Sukuna, on the other hand, spends his time on the rooftop like he does whenever he’s annoyed or bored. A habit that has teachers and classmates alike wondering how Sukuna still has good grades despite ditching classes.
“Because I’m smart,” Sukuna answers to anyone who dares to ask. Since he’s still passing his exams, there’s nothing they can do other than scold him.
Today, though, he’s seeking shelter from all the clatter and noise from the preparations for the festival. Luckily, Yuuji has yet to find him and drag him back, but he knows it’ll only be a matter of time until he does.
Or not…
Sukuna raises a curious eyebrow at the sight a few stories below where Yuuji is talking excitedly to Gojo Satoru.
“You’re too close to the clown,” Sukuna growls when he sees the ridiculous tall man pass his arm around Yuuji’s shoulders.
Sukuna wants to throw something at the teacher, maybe at Yuuji too, but there’s nothing he can use as a projectile near him.
Their interaction is relatively normal, but Sukuna taps his foot impatiently, looking at them. Yuuji cocks his head in curiosity. His twin’s smile vanishes and a pensive look shapes his features as Gojo talks. After a moment, whatever it is that they are talking about comes to an end. They go in different ways, not before Yuuji cheerfully giving a goodbye while Gojo waves one of his own.
As if sensing him, the man cranes his neck up and meets his eyes. He smiles in a way that has Sukuna snarling and giving him the middle finger.
Gojo only smiles wider as if he knows a secret he’s not going to disclose.
-
On his way home, Sukuna asks his brother about what he saw, and he is quickly dismissed with a, “He wanted to know what college we’ll go to.”
“What college you’ll go to, you mean,” Sukuna corrects.
Yuuji plays ignorant and they never touch the topic again.
That is…
Until it comes back to destroy Sukuna’s carefree every day.
-
It happens a week later when Sukuna is about to set up the table, and his eyes come across a college pamphlet next to Yuuji’s notebooks. He takes it with a scowl on his face and throws his words over his shoulders to Yuuji, who is in the kitchen, “Why do you have a pamphlet of Tokyo Metropolitan University?”
The response he gets is a loud clatter coming from the kitchen, followed by rushed footsteps, and then Yuuji snatching the pamphlet from his hands.
“Stop snooping into my things!” Yuuji scolds, but he looks more worried than angry.
Sakuna retorts. “I wasn’t. You told me to clean the table and your crap was all over it.”
“Still, you shouldn’t take my stuff without my permission!”
Sukuna bristles. “The hell are you getting so defensive for?” Then it clicks, and Sukuna asks, calmer but still annoyed, “Are you changing your mind about college? We decided Tokyo’s was the best option.”
“N-no, it’s not like that… ” Yuuji says, avoiding his eyes.
“Then what is it?”
Yuuji bites his lower lip. Sukuna loves when he does that, but right Yuuji is not under him, panting or begging to be fucked, right now it only makes Sukuna feel annoyed and impatient.
“Spit it out already!”
“I’m going there by myself!” Yuuji yells, squaring his shoulders and closing his eyes tightly.
Sukuna flinches as if hit. Did he hear that right?
“You’re going to TMU alone? Without me? ”
Yuuji clenches the pamphlet in his hands and into his chest. “I am.”
“Why?” Sukuna asks slowly, trying to bury the feeling of betrayal under an angry demeanor.
“Sukuna,” Yuuji starts, wetting his lips. “You’re the smart one. Even jii-chan said so.”
“And what that has anything to do with—”
“Fushiguro knows!” Yuuji announces abruptly.
Sukuna is taken aback by the announcement but quickly regains himself.
Is it possible that Megumi worked up the courage to confront Yuuji about it? Did he finally grow impatient now that they’re about to graduate?
“Did he say something to you?” Sukuna asks, and Yuuji replies with a shake of his head.
“But, I think he knows—” Yuuji shakes his head again, frantically this time, and corrects, “No, I know he knows.”
“What makes you say that? You’re just paranoid as usual,” Sukuna dismisses.
“I know he knows! He looked at my neck the day you marked me, and he kept giving me these looks and glaring at you all day. Besides, all these days he’s been… Weird. He keeps asking if you’re treating me well or if we’ve been fighting.”
Sukuna grimaces but eases his shoulders. Megumi hasn’t said anything, but it looks as if he’s been too obvious lately. That’s nothing that a good blowjob and a bit of a threat couldn’t fix.
Sukuna wonders if the reason behind Megumi’s behavior, it’s the general feeling of seeking closure before graduation.
“So what? That doesn’t necessarily mean that he knows. Stop fussing so much. It’s been years since you been this anxious,” Sukuna dismisses. Yuuji still looks troubled but remains silent.
“Then? What does Fushiguro supposedly knowing about this has anything to do with college?”
Yuuji looks as if he wants to retort to the ‘supposedly’ piece but thinks it better and says, “Gojo-sensei talked about other college options.”
Sukuna growls. “So what? You’re going to listen to him?”
“He’s our teacher, and he was just giving me some advice,” Yuuji says, fidgeting.
“Why would you need his advice when we have everything planned out?”
Yuuji frowns and says, “Talking with sensei got me thinking… If people were to know about us—”
“They won’t.”
“—that would ruin you and your career at college.”
“So this is what he told you that time?” Sukuna questions. “Did that guy say something about us?”
“No! He didn’t say anything like that! He just said something that got me thinking; ‘You guys are close as ever. I wonder if people would tease you in college’.”
Sukuna growls. This idiot.
“I already told you, you’re the smart one,” Yuuji continues, “You have good grades, and I’ve always known you would be the most likely to be successful. I don’t want your future to be threatened by— by this .”
“Where is all this bullcrap coming from? You haven’t had a problem with us before. Why are you spewing all this crap now?”
“Because we’re about to become adults!” Yuuji yells. He looks so upset that Sukuna is angry at seeing him like that. He doesn’t know who to be mad at other than Yuuji himself. “We’re going to go out, into a bigger world, and people will notice no matter how much we try to hide it. I’m afraid that you’ll find closed doors everywhere when it happens.”
Yuuji still talks as if the only affected will be him and with the certainty that it’ll happen. Yuuji firmly believes the world will turn against them, and maybe he’s not that wrong about that. Sukuna has thought about it too.
How could he not? Older brothers usually teach younger siblings to walk or ride a bike when they already know how. Sukuna has taught Yuuji how to grip his cock when giving a handjob and not gag when giving a blowjob.
People don’t understand because they don’t have their souls torn apart and split into two different people. They don’t know what it feels like to be incomplete if part of it is away, and Sukuna knows that no matter how much they try, they won’t ever be capable of understanding. They won’t even bother trying. Not like their grandfather did.
The only difference between his twin and he is that Sukuna doesn’t care.
Sukuna says, “We haven’t needed them —” they, the outsiders, “—all this time. Why should we start now?”
If possible, Yuuji looks even more upset. “You still don’t understand, Sukuna. You’re not even trying! I knew you wouldn’t. That’s why I decided to do this. To do what’s best for us. It’ll be easier and less painf—”
Sukuna doesn’t let Yuuji finish. He pushes his twin to lie his upper body on top of the table. Sukuna towers him and growls slowly, “Don’t go on your own and decide things in my stead.”
“Is not as if we’ll stop seeing each other!” Yuuji explains urgently, “We’re still brothers. I won’t ever leave you alone!”
“Then why the hell does it feel like you are?!”
There is no answer to that. Yuuji bites his lip and turns his head away.
“Fine! Maybe your body will give you the right answer then,” Sukuna says as he unbuckles Yuuji’s pants.
“Wait—Sukuna, no!”
“Will you be able to be apart from this?” Sukuna provokes, taking Yuuji in his hand and starting to pump him.
“N-no, Aah—” Yuuji’s words are cut off by a moan.
Sukuna smirks. He knows where to touch, how much pressure to put in his hands and fingers for Yuuji to produce an orchestra of moans, whines, and whimpers. Only Sukuna knows, and only he will ever do.
“Who else is gonna fuck you as I do? Or is that the reason why you want to go on your own? To know what other dick feels like?”
Sukuna unzips his pants and releases his cock. It bounces free and already half-hard.
“No, it’s not like that! Sukuna— Nii-san, I’d never want anyone but you!”
Yuuji’s reassurance falls on deaf ears as Sukuna pulls a small bottle of lube from his pocket. The bottle he always carries with him because Yuuji is his to fuck whenever he wants and wherever they are.
“You forget you can’t live without me,” Sukuna declares as he flips Yuuji over and presses him down into the table. Hurriedly, Sukuna pulls Yuuji’s pants down and inserts his lubed fingers carelessly into his twin’s ass.
Yuuji trembles under him and cries when a third finger is pushed in. Sukuna is so well versed in Yuuji’s mannerisms and gestures that he knows his twin is not hurting. The way Yuuji’s thighs quiver attest to the pleasure building up in his lower belly.
“You’re forgetting we’re the same person,” Sukuna says, finally penetrating him.
“Nii-san!” Yuuji screams as his legs shake under the violent thrusts of his twin.
“See,” Sukuna says, as he presses his chest flush against Yuuji’s back to whisper into his ear, “No one else will make you feel this whole other than nii-san. ”
“Please,” Yuuji whimpers. “This is not—”
“—Right?” Sukuna finishes scornfully. “Didn’t we go through this already a couple of years ago? Didn’t we say we don’t care? Why change now?”
Yuuji pants loudly and frantically under him. His puckering hole and his warms walls suck Sukuna in — they welcome him as they always do.
See, your body knows me, claims for me.
“I made a promise… ” Yuuji whimpers. Sukuna slows his thrust when his twin cranes his neck to look at him. “I promised jii-chan that I’d look after you. I don’t want to disappoint him . ”
Sukuna growls and slips out of his brother. He grabs his arm, yanks him away from the table, and flings him on the tatami floor. Then, he buries himself into his brother’s warmth once again.
Yuuji whines loudly and uses his hands to find leverage on the bureau in front of him as his brother keeps fucking him. Sukuna digs his nails deeper into Yuuji’s waist, frantically sinking himself into his twin as ripples of pleasure start to assault his body.
The violent rattling makes something fall from the bureau and next to Yuuji. He’s horrified to find the photo of his grandpa on the floor, next to him, smiling at him.
“N-no… Stop, Sukuna! Stop!” Yuuji pleads.
“Eh?” Sukuna says, next to his ear, mockingly. Almost out of breath. “See, our beloved jii-chan is still smiling. He doesn’t care. He never has.”
Yuuji sobs as his body convulses, and Sukuna doesn’t know if it’s because he’s crying or because of the pleasure breaking through him.
They both come almost at the same time. Sukuna milks himself dry inside his brother’s constricting walls, and Yuuji spills his seed all over the tatami.
For a moment, everything stills in the room, and only Yuuji’s pants and Sukuna’s breaths fill the void.
“You got jii-chan dirty, Yuuji,” Sukuna says in a sweet voice.
Yuuji flinches and looks at the frame where a couple of droplets of his cum has landed.
“Now you see that—”
Sukuna’s words are cut short. He recoils by the force of Yuuji’s slap. His cheek is red and pulsing hotly when he looks at his twin. Yuuji looks at him with tears in his eyes. He scrambles to his feet and he storms out of the room.
The loud slam of the bedroom door echoes like thunder in the small apartment.
-
When they moved to Tokyo after his grandfather’s death, they decided to look for a small 1DK apartment. They didn’t need a big place. It didn’t matter if it was a bunk or different beds, they always slipped into each other’s mattress and fell asleep together. That’s why their apartment has only one bedroom and a big bed. It was convenient and cheaper, but now Sukuna is suffering the consequences of his choice back then.
They always sleep in the same bed even when fighting. On total opposite sides of it, but still together. This is the first time Yuuji has locked Sukuna out of their bedroom, leaving Sukuna to sleep on the hard tatami floor.
“Oi, old man… ” Sukuna calls in the dark. “You said things were going to be okay. How come they are worse now?”
The clean photograph of his grandfather on top of the bureau offers no answer in return.
-
Sukuna leaves for school the next day without Yuuji, who has yet to come out of their bedroom.
For the first time , Yuuji is late to school. When he walks into the classroom, Sukuna notices the red circles around his eyes and the dark bags under them.
Expectedly, Megumi’s glare stabs at his neck, but Sukuna doesn’t give him the pleasure of turning around to acknowledge him.
The class starts without the restless Megumi being able to talk to Yuuji. Sukuna doesn’t even bother trying. When the bell rings, he steps outside, not wanting to hear whatever lie Yuuji will excuse himself to his friends.
He doesn’t even know how to deal with this. Usually, their fights are more physical than emotional and easier to fix. Apologizing rarely goes with drama. It’s either of them approaching the other to assault them with a bruising kiss, or cooking the other’s favorite meal, or finding each other in the middle of the bed, merging again into a single entity.
This time, Sukuna knows neither of those options will be enough to repair whatever it is that has been broken.
Because something is broken and Sukuna can feel it.
His thoughts are interrupted when he grows aware of the steady footsteps trailing behind him. Each step is like a hammer on his temple and predicts an upcoming headache because Sukuna knows who they belong to.
“The hell you want?” Sukuna asks, turning around to face Megumi.
“What did you do to him?” Megumi asks without further ado.
“It’s a family business. Outsiders shouldn’t interfere.”
Megumi snarls, disgusted. “Family? Don’t make me laugh.”
“If you’re not going to use that mouth for anything other than bitching then you better leave. I’m not in the mood to deal with your pathetic need to become my brother’s knight in shining armor.”
Megumi balls his fist at his side, and Sukuna knows he’s one word away from letting his anger explode.
Whatever. It servers Sukuna just right. He needs to unload everything he’s feeling, from his anger to the feeling of betrayal seeded inside his chest by his brother. That’s why he says, “You should have seen him the way I fucked him yesterday. The way he writhed under me when he came. Ah ~ my little brother is so cute you have no idea.”
Seconds pass by but the punch never comes. Sukuna growls impatiently.
Megumi looks at him with cold eyes. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not playing into it.”
He says that, but Sukuna can see his fists trembling in anger.
“Itadori,” Megumi says, then quickly corrects, “Your brother wouldn’t like me fighting again.”
“Eh? What a load of bullshit.” Sukuna lifts his nose, looking down on Megumi. “Are you pretending to be the bigger man here?”
“Anyone can be the bigger man in comparison to you.”
Megumi winces when his back collides with the wall. Sukuna clenches his uniform’s front with his face a couple of inches away, feral and wild.
“Say that again,” he challenges.
Megumi smiles, unhinged, when he says, “You’re not a man, you’re barely a whole person.”
Sukuna sees red.
-
The first thing Sukuna has in his memory is the image of his small hand holding onto another in a dark and warm place.
Fetal memory people call it, and Sukuna is not sure if the memory is real or not. It certainly feels like it is every time the same hand holds his. Like the moment they were born and placed next to each other, or the moment they found each other on a crib, or the moment Sukuna was the first to learn to walk and wanted — forced — Yuuji to do the same, or when they went to kindergarten together and sat with their hands still joined, or that moment, or that other moment, or—
Or when it happened. The moment that diverted their path from an ordinary brotherhood. The path that they chose to walk before they even knew what it meant.
Unlike what Megumi or his grandfather might believe, it wasn’t Sukuna the one who started it.
They were in front of the television watching a random drama his grandfather left on when he left for in the kitchen. A man and a woman kissed after proclaiming their love to each other. Sukuna remembers Yuuji’s hands cupping his face and smacking their lips together rather painfully.
“Because I love Suku-nii,” Yuuji had said and returned his attention to the drama.
After that, he kept pushing their lips together whenever he had the chance. Sukuna didn’t complain as he also searched for his brother’s lips when he was feeling upset or sporadically affective.
Somehow, they knew it wasn’t all that right because they never did it in front of his grandfather.
The one who touched the other first was Sukuna. They were twelve when Yuuji had his first wet dream. Sukuna remembers all the shuffling and soft moans on the top bunk. He grew curious and found Yuuji curled in on himself.
“What’s wrong with you?” he had asked, and Yuuji looked at him alarmed and flustered with his hands between his legs.
Sukuna knew what was happening. Yuuji did not.
Sukuna was a good brother and helped him.
Onwards, it’s difficult to remember when certain things took place as they all seemed to happen all at once. Sloppy kisses, wandering hands, hand jobs, blowjobs — Yuuji almost biting Sukuna’s dick off and Sukuna almost choking on Yuuji’s — and then finally becoming one .
That last one happened several months before their grandfather passed away. It was back when they were in the countryside. Their grandfather was in the hospital, while Yuuji and Sukuna stayed in a small house that felt too big for the two of them.
They touched each other, came into each other’s hands, and Sukuna remembers it was the first time they could be loud without care. They made love — as Yuuji put it — and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
A couple of months later, Sukuna was visiting the hospital, checking on his grandfather when he was freed. He was putting the flowers Yuuji sent to his grandfather on a vase when the elder said his last words.
“Sukuna. Yuuji is a strong child, but he is also naive. Take care of him when I’m gone.”
“The hell are you spewing words like you’re about to die, old man.”
His grandfather ignored him. He smiled and said, “Love is such a beautiful and strong thing, Sukuna. You and Yuuji have a lot of it, but it’s overflowing… It has been for a while now. I thought I could do something to fix that before my time was up.”
Sukuna’s heart stopped at that moment as understanding dawned upon him. He turned around on unsteady feet and found his grandfather looking at him without an ounce of anger, disappointment, or even disgust.
It was because he found none of those emotions on his face that Sukuna could say, “We’re not broken.”
“No, you are not. You’re just two halves of a whole.”
That was the first time Sukuna heard those words.
They fit perfectly and gave meaning to a feeling that he didn’t know how to put into words for years.
That was why he felt so incomplete without Yuuji by his side. That’s why Sukuna needed Yuuji and Yuuji only. His grandfather just gave him the answer as a parting gift.
“You’ll only have each other after I pass away— ”
“You’re not going to pass away.”
“— But I hope you can expand your world and share your love with them and not die like me, all alone.”
“We don’t need them. They’re outsiders,” Sukuna said firmly. “We have each other.”
Unlike what he was expecting, his grandfather laughed with joy. “Yes, you have each other, and that’s why everything is going to be okay,” he said, then confessed in a small voice as he closed his eyes, “Frankly, I’m a bit envious. Even when you both die in your old days without more people around you, you’d never be truly alone.”
Those were his last words.
Sukuna didn’t cry when his grandfather didn’t open his eyes anymore. He didn’t cry when he called his twin or when he held him at the funeral. Sukuna cried when he buried himself inside his brother’s warmth when the tears could be confused with sweat.
He cried all while he held Yuuji’s hand.
-
Sukuna wakes up to the feeling of a thumb caressing the back of his hand. He looks to his side, where he finds his twin. He’s nodding off. No doubt he’s still tired from a sleepless night.
Sukuna turns his hand to hold Yuuji’s.
Yuuji grows aware of the movement and looks at him. “Sukuna.”
There are so many things Sukuna wants to say, but he settles for, “Did I win?”
Yuuji scowls in indignation and snatches his hand back.
“I can’t believe you. Both of you, you—you… ” Yuuji trails off ends with a loud groan as he comes to stand.
“Shit, did I lose?” Sukuna sits, wincing in pain and talking more to himself. “You have a fondness to be there for the losers when they lick their wounds . ”
“What about if I’m here just because you’re my stupid brother, and it doesn’t matter whether you won or lost?”
Sukuna grimaces and raises a brow, incredulous. “So you’re not angry with me anymore?”
“Of course I’m still angry with you! I just can’t leave you alone for a couple of minutes before you go on a rampage!”
“It wasn’t me the one who threw the first punch!”
“I know!”
Amidst their yelling, they’ve leaned closer, and now their faces are only a couple of inches away. They growl to each other like two dogs about to engage in a fight.
It’s Sukuna the one who breaks the mood when he jerks his face to a side and asks, “Where’s Fushiguro Megumi?”
“He was here a couple of minutes ago, but he woke up and Kugisaki said she’d walk him home.”
“Eh?~” Sukuna smirks. He can picture it in his mind, Megumi not wanting to leave Yuuji with him, but having no other choice.
Sukuna did win.
“Stop smirking. I know what you’re thinking.”
There’s a quiet interlude until Yuuji sighs loudly before he says, “You really can’t live without me, can you?”
“It’s you the one who needs me, idiot,” Sukuna promptly responds.
Yuuji sits on the bed. “I just want to protect you. I don’t care about what people say or think about me, but I don’t think I could handle hearing those things if they’re directed at you.”
“What makes you think I’m not the same?”
Sukuna pulls Yuuji to sit in his lap gently.
“But jii-chan— ”
“The old man knew,” Sukuna confesses. Yuuji tenses on top of him. “The same way, Fushiguro also knows, but neither ratted us out or looked at us with disgust, didn’t they?— well, Fushuguro does with me, but that was even before he knew, so that’s not really the point.”
“Jii-chan knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Yuuji accuses in distraught.
“What difference would that have made after he passed away?”
“For once, it’d have been a huge relief to know he wasn’t disgusted and still loved us despite knowing.”
Sukuna admits that Yuuji has a point. “Okay, my bad.”
“Wh— is that your apology? Ugh… And I can’t believe I’m the dumb one.”
“No,” Sukuna says as he reaches for Yuuji’s neck and pulls him closer to his face. “You’re not the dumb one. You’re the strong one. The old man said so.”
“Did he?”
Sukuna nods and kisses him. He does it softly, the way Yuuji likes and has him melting in his arms.
“Sukuna, no… we’re at school,” Yuuji whispers against his lips when he feels his cock stiffening under him.
“Everyone already left,” Sukuna encourages.
Yuuji’s hesitation vanishes as quickly as it comes. It doesn’t take long for Sukuna to prep him and impale him down his cock.
Yuuji throws his head back as he rides him. The noise of the bed shrieking with each of his twin’s bounces, and the way he muffles his sounds behind his hands has Sukuna’s chest swelling up in peaceful joy.
“N-Nii-san,” Yuuji calls, embracing him and kissing him heatedly.
“Yuuji,” Sukuna groans, biting on his neck when he comes inside his twin.
Yuuji comes with a loud whine, and again, Sukuna is complete.
-
Things go relatively back to normal.
School days pass by as everyone prepares for the cultural festival.
Sukuna is allowed to sleep in their bed again, he and Yujji still fight because that’s who they are, and Yuuji prepares them meals. Things in the Itadori house are back to normal.
The normalcy between him and Megumi, though, is not back completely. Megumi still glares at him, still grimaces at him as if he’s seen a dead animal in the sideroad, but there are no more rendezvous.
They’re finally over in a silent and mutual understanding—a closure of their own.
Everything is almost the same, with one exception.
The college topic hasn’t been addressed yet. Sukuna knows they have to talk about it eventually. He keeps procrastinating because it feels as if he’s on some sort of honeymoon and doesn’t want to ruin the mood.
After Yuuji came to learn that their grandfather loved them regardless of knowing about their affairs, he’s been so content and cheerful. Sukuna doesn’t want to spoil that and lose Yuuji’s rare initiative of having sex so frequently, regardless if they are in public or not.
It’s as if Yuuji has gained courage. If Sukuna had known this would happen, he’d have let Yuuji know long ago.
On the other side, Sukuna is a little uneasy that this is how Yuuji is taking advantage of the last days together and uses it as some sort of goodbye.
Sukuna doesn’t want to think about it so he ignores it.
Then, the cultural festival finally comes.
-
A couple of hours have passed by, but for Sukuna it’s already hell. There’s too much noise, too many people, and Yuuji is not there to make it more bearable. His twin took a break, and now he’s on his own to deal with the never-ending and annoying ‘patrons’.
The girls that come to the cafe because of him — because apparently, Sukuna is popular, or so Nobara says — run back as soon as Sukuna asks for their orders.
“They thought you were an ikemen,” Nobara explains, looking as if she’d eaten something sour. “Poor girls, now they know better.”
Sukuna doesn’t care and just a couple of minutes after Yuuji has left, he decides to do the same. It’s not as if he’s going to be missed anyway.
“I’m not made to deal with this crap,” he says.
Nobara avoids her eyes, feigning ignorance when Sukuna hands his apron. She mutters under her breath, “I can’t believe this brocon idiot is more popular than I am.”
Sukuna hears her but doesn’t attempt to correct that.
That’s how Sukuna ends up wandering through the lively corridors of the second floor minutes later. He walks until he leaves all the fuss behind. From the corner of his eye, he catches a familiar and unique shade of hair down in the yard. He walks in closer, and it isn’t until he’s standing above them that he sees Megumi also with him.
Sukuna hides behind the column with his back against it and within hearing range. He smirks to himself, playfully thinking that Megumi grew the balls to finally confess when the actual validation takes him by surprise.
“I like you— not as a friend,” Megumi says.
Sukuna is not angry or upset. He’s actually amused at how Megumi confessed, quickly adding the last part before his oblivious brother can interpret it otherwise.
It takes a moment, but then Yuuji replies, “Fushiguro, I’m so happy that you feel like that for someone like me.”
Sukuna pities Fushiguro Megumi. Because…
“But I’m sorry. I wish I could return your feelings.”
No, you don’t.
“But sadly, I can’t. I know it’s very selfish of me, but I’d be happy if you were still my friend.”
Sukuna slips his hands into his pockets and tilts his head up. His twin is not dumb, he knows how to read people, and after listening to his response, Sukuna knows that Yuuji already knew about Megumi’s crush.
There’s no way Yuuji can be that eloquent after a ‘surprising’ confession from his best friend. Megumi must think the same because he’s quick to say, “I decided that no matter how this went, I’d still be your friend no matter what.”
His tone is reserved but carries the unmistakable ring of defeat.
Maybe in another universe, Fushiguro Megumi. One where I’m not there or one where I’m not his other half. Sukuna thinks.
Sukuna assumes that that’s all from Megumi’s confession and starts to walk away.
“Is it because of him? ” Megumi asks, rooting Sukuna right where he is.
“Yes,” Yuuji replies, unwavering. Sukuna allows himself to peek down and look at his brother’s reaction. His eyes are steady, and there’s no fear, no hesitation in his features.
Sukuna is proud.
“Will you choose him, still knowing things will be hard for both of you in the future?”
Yuuji grins. “When he’s with me, I’m not afraid. That’s why I’d still choose him no matter what.”
Funny, Sukuna thinks, Fushiguro Megumi is the closest to have them as a whole; Sukuna’s body and Yuuji’s affection to some degree. Too bad for him he couldn’t have them at the same time and never will.
Sukuna walks away feeling victorious.
-
The day has come to its end, and as per tradition, a bonfire is lit in the middle of the courtyard. Music travels in the air as couples dance around it. Some onlookers surround the area in a big circle. They are either working up the courage to ask their crushes and join the others or just enjoying the view.
Sukuna stands there, out of boredom and because he has nothing else to do.
Most of the third-years are within the dancing circle, Sukuna notices. It’s expected since it’s their last chance to confess to their crushes and make memories with them.
Sukuna wants to gag.
He has no real fond memories of his time in high school. He went to classes, got himself schooled, kicked some ass, fucked Yuuji in several building locations, and that was it. Unlike Yuuji, he didn’t make any friends. If maybe, a couple of acquaintances.
The only other person Sukuna got close enough to was Fushiguro Megumi, and it wasn’t exactly by choice or cordiality. Though, Sukuna can admit that he’d miss him to some degree.
A mirthful laugh travels through the air, and Sukuna looks for the source with his eyes. The person it belongs to is at the other end of the field. Despite the music and the loud cacophony, it sounds so close and clear to Sukuna.
Yuuji is talking with Megumi and Nobara as the bonfire casts lights on his features. Megumi smiles softly, Nobara laughs, and Yuuji…
“When he’s with me, I’m not afraid. That’s why I’d still choose him no matter what.”
Sukuna presses his lips together when watching his brother.
Then, his body moves on its own. Sukuna marches straight ahead, crossing the field instead of surround it. He walks in front of the bonfire and makes his way through, dodging all the dancing couples.
When he reaches his goal, he extends his hand in a silent request. At the end of it, there’s Yuuji, looking at him with mouth agape, wide eyes, and a scared glint in them.
What are you doing? Yuuji’s eyes seem to ask. Sukuna’s answer is an impatient, prompting gesture with his hand.
He waits silently for Yuuji to decide, and as he expects it, Yuuji accepts. He takes his hand, and Sukuna clasps it tightly as he leads him to the middle, where all the other dancing couples are.
Everyone is watching, Sukuna notices — of course, they all are.
The controversial Itadori twins, the ones that never leave each other’s side, the ones all those infamous stories are about, are finally making a blatant statement.
A clear declaration of how little they care about the rumors by finally proving them true.
The scandalized whispers reach Sukuna’s ears. He pays no mind to them, and they start dancing in front of a defeated Fushiguro Megumi. In front of an impassive Kugisaki Nobara. In front of an amused Gojo Satoru.
They dance in front of everyone who wants to see.
“Nii-san,” Yuuji says, with a trembling voice, looking right straight into his eyes. “I’m… ”
Scared.
Sukuna knows that Yuuji is. Not because Yuuji’s trembling hand, or his bright eyes, or his unsteady voice clearly attest to the fear he’s feeling. No. Sukuna knows because he can feel the same thing inside.
He’s scared because Yuuji is scared, but he’s the oldest, and he’s not going to succumb to the cold, numbing feeling spreading through his chest. Sukuna is stronger than that — stronger than them and their judging eyes.
“Eh~? Didn’t you say you weren't afraid when I was with you?” Sukuna mocks, trying to bury the fear gnawing at him — at them.
“Wha— You heard that?” Yuuji flushes, embarrassed at being caught.
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss my baby brother’s first confession.”
“You nosy idiot!” Yuuji chides with an expression that is a mixture of shame and mortification. It’s a good look on him, one better than fear.
Sukuna spins Yuuji, and when they’re face to face again, Yuuji asks, “Did you think that I’d go to Fushiguro? Were you worried?”
“As if.” Sukuna clicks his tongue. “I just stayed because who knows what weird ideas Fushiguro would put into your mind. He hates my guts, after all.”
“Well, he didn’t. But even if he did, you should have more faith in me, you know?”
“You’re too damn naive,” Sukuna complains.
“Being naive doesn’t have anything to do with me deciding to leave you.”
Sukuna scowl and asks, apprehensive, “So you’re really leaving me? Going away to that other college?”
Yuuji sighs loudly. “I’m not going to leave you. I tried, but even if you hadn’t realized what my plan was, I think I wouldn’t have been able to go through it. It’d have been better that way, but then, you freaked out and did all those things and— ugh, you’re so damn troublesome!”
“Me?!” Sukuna protests, outraged. “How am I the troublesome one? You’re the idiot deciding stuff on your own and then letting things blow up because of it.”
Yuuji groans and tightens his hold on his hand. Sukuna refuses to wince. Damn brute and his stupid strength.
“Whatever… ” Yuuji says, relaxing again.
There’s a pause in which Sukuna meets eyes with Megumi. Sukuna is not a sensitive person or one that can read the mood. That’s why, under the belief that he’s being honest, he confesses, “By the way, when you didn’t let me touch you back in first year, I might have fucked Fushiguro Megumi once, and he gave me some blowjobs sometimes too.”
Sukuna raises his eyebrows in curiosity when Yuuji stops dancing. Other than his trembling shoulders, he doesn’t move or break from Sukuna’s hold. He looks down to the ground, hiding his face in the shadows.
Sukuna can’t see his expression. He grows worried when nothing comes from him, and before he can ask, Yuuji stomps on his foot. Hard.
“Bitch, what the fu—”
“Don’t say ‘By the way’ as an excuse. You’re only telling me this right now because you don’t want me to cause a scene here and not be as angry later.”
“You idiot. We’re already causing a scene!”
Both growl to each other like two dogs ready to fight — or fuck if they had been back at home or in an isolated place —.
Sukuna playfully dips Yuuji before letting him back straight again, trying to dissipate his anger.
Yuuji is not amused. “You’re banned from the bedroom,” he announces.
“Like hell I am!”
“That or I fuck Fushiguro too so we’re even.”
Sukuna’s eye twitches. He knows Yuuji is just bluffing. He’d never take advantage of his friend knowing that he’s in love with him, but if Megumi ever catches wind of it, he’d be more than willing to help.
“Fine. Cold, tatami mat it is,” Sukuna says, trying to prod at Yuuji’s sympathy without luck.
The dance is almost over, and Yuuji hunches his shoulders, as if trying to hide and says, “Sensei is looking.”
“Which one, the clown or the one that has a stick up his ass?” Sukuna asks. “You know what— nevermind. It doesn’t matter. Fuck them all.”
“You can’t go with that attitude all the time,” Yuuji says.
He can. They can and they will.
“I don’t care. If they have a problem with us, I’ll beat them up and you’ll help me too.”
Yuuji frowns but then laughs. “You’re an idiot.”
Yuuji’s laughter is rich and candid. Sukuna will make sure it stays like that forever. And because Sukuna is a prideful, uncaring ass, and making a clear statement, he gives the world the middle finger when he leans down and kisses Yuuji.