For two long days, Sukuna had been stuck inside his house. The village was under strict curfew after Danzo's death ca to light, and no one was allowed out without a damn good reason. Even the academy was closed.
At first, Sukuna tried to keep himself busy—reading, sketching seals, and practicing little exercises. But by the end of the second day, he was ready to lose his mind.
The PTSD from Covid-19 was flashing back at him. It was a certain kind of suffocation that made him feel like he was going crazy.
"This is torture," he groaned, lying upside down on his bed. "I didn't die and get reborn here just to sit around like so lazy dog."
Sakura, sitting on the floor with a book, didn't even look up. "Why even bother getting reborn in the first place? Could have saved precious resources and a miracle if only you had stayed dead…"
'Tch, this is another annoying thing about staying cooped up in a single room. I can't even talk to myself in privacy,' Sukuna grumbled. Of course, knowing Sakura, it was clear she didn't take his words seriously.
If anything, acting like this was pretty usual for him in front of her. Turning the clock back on his body also kind of resurfaced his chunibyo tendencies.
"Oh, co on Sakura, aren't you fed up with just lazing around in one place?"
"Maybe for once in your life you can sit still. The whole village is locked down, it's not like you can do anything anyway."
Sukuna flipped over dramatically. He was hesitant, but those last words from her hit the right chord in him. Hell would bend before he let right her be right.
"Of course I can. I'm sneaking out."
Sakura dropped her book. "What?! Are you insane?! You'll get caught!"
"I won't get caught," Sukuna smirked. "I'm good at sneaking. Believe it." He sent a big grin.
Sakura didn't look convinced, though.
"I need you to cover for , though."
"No way," Sakura replied even before her own mind could comprehend what he told her. Why?
Part habit and part instinct.
She said firmly, with eyes already digging holes in him. "If you get in trouble, I'm not helping."
'Tch, this ungrateful brat. No wonder she is flat as a board. Girls need to be big-hearted for that. This annoying little girl… never.'
But even while complaining to himself, Sukuna knew that she wouldn't agree at first. If only she would, his life could have been much easier.
That was the start of Sukuna's campaign. The rest of the day he followed Sakura everywhere, poking her, teasing her, and whispering nonsense in her ear until she scread.
At breakfast:
"Hey Sakura, if anyone asks, I'm sleeping. Rember that."
"Forget it, I'm not doing it."
At lunch:
"You sure you don't wanna help your cool brother? Think of it as sibling bonding."
"Cool brother? Where. Where is he?"
'Tch… brat.'
At dinner:
"Sakura, you know you love , right?"
"Love you? The only reason the mirrors stay intact when you go in front of them is because you do it once a day right after washing your face. It barely makes it bearable. Otherwise, our house would go without reflective surfaces." She huffed.
That was it. How dare this brat. Just because he was asking for a favor didn't an he'd listen to all her annoying taunts.
"Really…" Sukuna asked in a deeper voice.
"Real…. Yeeee." Before Sakura could even finish her sentence, she found herself being pulled by the hand. The force almost jolted her, making her lose balance and trip.
She fell, only to find that her landing was rather comfy compared to the cold, hard floor.
"Does that an my Sakura-chan doesn't love her big brother anymore?" A voice rang just beside her ear, warm breath tingling her bare skin, sending a shiver down her body.
She instinctively wanted to get up, but two strong arms wrapped around her small, slender waist like snakes.
But that wasn't it. Those hands pulled her entire body back, pressing her against the strong chest of the boy whose face was dangerously close to her neck.
"Suk… Sukuna Baka. What are you doing?" Flustered, she squird around, trying to break free, but the hands holding her were strong as iron.
"Shush…" A finger landed on her lips, and a shushing sound vibrated right beside her ear. Both her frustration and flustered state intensified.
"So you don't love your Onii-chan anymore?" He teased as he slowly rubbed her lips with his thumb, while the sa hand pressed very close to her chest.
"Su… Sukuna. L-let go." Her face was turning red fast now.
"Nope," he denied playfully, opening his mouth. His canines glinted in the light. Without any rush, he slowly sank them into her neck, drawing a small trace of blood.
Her body shuddered. Her voice cracked. But that wasn't it—he wasn't leaving any spot untouched today to discipline this bratty sis of his.
His other hand slid lower, her breath hitching when it landed right on her thigh.
"Wh-What are you…" Her body stiffened.
"Disciplining a bad girl…" he whispered right in her ear in a low voice, her face a complete tomato now.
He caressed her thighs, even reaching up to her hips to make her tense. His other hand wrapped around her neck, putting her in a choking position. He didn't put any pressure, but the hand there alone was enough to substantially quicken Sakura's breaths.
"Hmm… Su-Sukuna. This is not okay." That voice was a little different than normal. She was whimpering—soft, fragile.
Seeing her not resisting suddenly, he found himself in a dilemma.
'Ah? Wait a minute? Why aren't you resisting?' He honestly panicked a little, seeing her body almost give up, her full weight pressing against him.
'Did I overdo it?' he questioned himself.
'…'
'Nah! It's just sibling love. It's completely fine.'
Still, he planned to stop there and annoy her again later when suddenly their mom's voice from downstairs jolted Sakura like cold water splashed over her.
"F-Fine! Fine! I'll cover for you!" she yelled, almost frightened, trying to push him off.
Sukuna grinned in victory. 'Ah, love you Mom…'
'Just don't do it again when I really bring a girl ho.'
"Knew you'd see it my way. So, I'm still your Onii-chan you love, don't you?" Sukuna teased, finally letting her go—to Sakura's embarrassnt and annoyance. Her face flushed with rushing blood and a clouded mind.
She groaned, dodging his eyes. "Wh-What do I even tell Mom and Dad?"
"Simple," Sukuna said. "Tell them I'm either training or sleeping. They hardly co to my room anyway."
With gritted teeth and an unwilling heart, once again Sakura was bullied by her Onii-chan into doing what he told her.
But, just as she thought this was over, another pull rocked her, shifting her balance and landing her once again in his lap.
"Kya…" she almost scread this ti.
Though once again, strong arms caught her before her face could et the equally flat floor.
"What now?" she gritted her teeth, almost shouting in irritation. Her hands were firmly locked in front of her.
"Nothing, just wanted this." Sukuna grinned, and his lips landed on the exposed side of her neck where he had bitten earlier.
She jolted when she felt him sucking on her neck, face going red again.
With a final lick to wipe the last trace of blood on her skin, he grinned.
"Now I know, you really taste good," he said right beside her ear, finally breaking the last bit of patience she had.
"Sukuna…" She threw a punch back, face red and eyes almost misty.
He barely dodged it and smiled back.
"Hehe… you were acting so cute earlier. What happened suddenly?"
"Beat him… he has wronged us. CHA…" Inner Sakura commanded, and real Sakura was happy to oblige.
With a dodgy run and an annoying grin on his face, he bolted away, leaving poor little Sakura a complete ss of nerves.
'Baka… baka… baka. Sukuna is such a Baka. He always bullies . Shaless hentai Baka…' Sakura thrashed around, her face still red, full of embarrassnt, annoyance, and anger.
She was wronged.
'Just let grow up, I'll take revenge.'
"Baka Onii-chan."
…
Sukuna slipped into the underground bounty market the next day, mask covering his face as usual.
Sakura obediently helped him out after yesterday. Definitely not willing to go through that again.
The dimly lit hall was full of shady figures, but he walked straight to the counter where his usual contact sat.
The "Bounty Uncle," as Sukuna had started calling him, was an older man with a bald head, a half-broken pipe hanging from his mouth, and the permanent look of soone tired of life.
The mont he saw Sukuna, the man groaned. "Oh great… the brat in the mask again."
Sukuna slamd his hand on the counter. "Tch, what's with that attitude? That's no way to greet your best custor."
"You're not my best custor," the man muttered. "You're my most annoying one. Last ti you ca, you complained the bounty was too small. Then you complained it was too easy. Then you complained about not giving you the bounty that the man who ca before you took—just because the client was a hot chick."
Sukuna crossed his arms. "I have standards. If I'm risking my life, let it be for the beauties of this world, not so slly rchant who wants to track down his useless missing cargo."
The man sighed and shuffled through so scrolls. "Fine, fine. What do you want this ti? Soone rich? Soone dangerous? Soone who bathes?"
"All three would be nice. More so if that soone doesn't have a dick," Sukuna said smugly.
The man paused, then slid a scroll across the counter. "Here. Dangerous rogue missing-nin. Big bounty. Probably won't stink."
Sukuna picked it up and whistled. "Now that's more like it. Took you long enough, old man."
"Old man?! I'm forty-two!"
"You're bald…"
A tick mark ford on Bounty Uncle's head. "So what?"
"You look sixty," Sukuna shot back, already walking away.
The man shouted after him, "This one's a dangerous one! Don't die on , brat!"
Sukuna waved lazily over his shoulder.
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