A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
This isn't a proper chapter, or even necessarily canon. Just a fun little short christmas omake, no need to take it too seriously, I wrote it in like twenty minutes :D
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Bang!
Sukuna immediately snaps into motion. He rises from his futon and swings an arm at the sound, projecting a Dismantle.
"Merry—! Woah! The fuck!? Sukuna!?"
He blinks, the edges of sleep fading enough for him to take in his surroundings.
He's in his room, as he ought to be. Lying in his futon, as he ought to be.
Narauko is in his room, ducking down where a large line has been carved into the door and wall behind him. The door appears to have already been kicked open, which would have been the sound that woke him in the first place.
What.
"Narauko?" His voice is still slightly bleary from sleep, but that quickly fades. "What the fuck?"
Narauko's usual peppiness immediately returns, far too early in the morning, as he springs straight back up and grins.
"Merry Christmas!!" He yells, before pulling on some contraption in his hands that pops and sends a slurry of colourful tassels and sparkly things all over the room.
What.
Sukuna doesn't even get the mercy of the space to question that, because his mind just then finishes processing what he is seeing and that immediately takes up the full weight of his thoughts.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Narauko answers by doing a quick twirl before grinning smugly, as if this is anything to be proud of. He looks stupid. His robes are all red, only lined by wite fur on the edges, and he is wearing a stupid pointy red hat with more white fur lining that has flopped over on one side. It even has a ball of white fur at the end.
What.
"It's my Christmas skin!" He cheerfully replies, as if that makes any sense at all as an answer. "Y'know, in case our lives are being used as the lore for a video game or something. We've gotta get some limited-time event skins out, y'know? For the gacha."
"What the fuck words are you saying right now? Why are you here? Is this your interpretation of Yobai? What the fuck?"
Narauko just laughs. Sukuna considers cutting him in half, but he knows through experience that there's no point.
He does it anyway. Narauko ignores the bisection entirely.
Tsk.
Sukuna watches with a glare as Narauko hops over to plop himself down, cross-legged, right in front of Sukuna, who is still half in his futon.
His futon that is now covered in colourful tassels and paper streaks and glitter.
It's too early for this shit. Sukuna is going to wake the fucker up by setting his room on fire for this.
"Christmas is a gift-giving holiday! Where people celebrate interpersonal relationships by sharing gifts and spending time together." Narauko waves a small object covered in colourful paper. Presumably the gift in question.
"And you had to wake me up for this why?"
"Oh, I didn't at all. That was just for my own personal amusement."
Sukuna swings an arm. Narauko was already moving out of the way.
He can admit that that attack was definitely predictable.
"How unfortunate." He drones out, still glaring. "I do not have any gifts for you."
"I know! That's why I got you something to get me!" Narauko cheerfully retorts, tossing a small object similarly wrapped in colourful paper. Sukuna notes that the colours are inversed.
"Isn't that just you getting yourself something?"
"Nah, Santa's the one who got us our gifts."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Haha, don't worry about it~. Santa is a state of mind. Anyone who gives a gift in the spirit of Christmas is Santa! So here! Open it!" Narauko all but shoves his 'gift' into Sukuna's arms, and he takes it only because he knows Narauko will be even more annoying if he doesn't.
Sukuna glances at Narauko's childishly excited face and considers just shredding the damn thing. Unfortunately, curiosity wins out and he only tears at the paper.
He stares at the thing in his hand. He stares at Narauko.
"Do you like it?" Narauko asks, his hands on his shins as he leans forward with excitement.
"It is a small doll of yourself," Sukuna says, his voice dull. He is feeling very confused about, well, everything that has happened since he was abruptly woken up.
"So you'll never forget me," Narauko agrees, rapidly nodding his head as if this is something to be proud of.
Sukuna tosses the trash over his back and levels a flat glare at the idiot opposite him.
"Narauko," he starts, and the idiot actually seem to recognise the weight to his words enough to stop acting so childish. "What are you doing? What is the point in all of..." he gestures vaguely around them. "This?"
Narauko's smile goes from childish eagerness to something soft and sombre. It's not a new expression, but Sukuna knows what it means. It means that Narauko truly believes that whatever he is saying matters.
"The point is that you now have a choice, Sukuna. Either you can embrace the spirit of ol' Chris Cringle–" Sukuna has no idea what that means, "–and give me that gift that Santa brought us. Or, you can just refuse to participate and destroy it. I know you're thinking about it. I know you, Sukuna. Just as you know me. So what's it gonna be?"
Sukuna stares at him blankly. Narauko patiently stares back.
He turns his attention to the wrapped object Narauko tossed him. He considers just shredding it. He really considers it.
He'll just whine about it all week, Sukuna reasons to himself as he sighs and just chucks the damn thing back at Narauko.
Idiot that he is, Narauko all but squeals as he catches it, and he wastes no time ripping the wrapping open.
It's another doll. Of Sukuna this time.
"I love it!" Narauko exclaims as he uses an attached thread to tie the little doll to his wrist like an accessory. And then Sukuna is caught off-guard as Narauko abruptly launches forward with only a shout of "Thank you! I'll treasure it forever!"
Sukuna tolerates the hug for just as long as it takes him to recognise that as what is happening. However, Narauko pulls back before he can Cleave the idiot.
"Thanks for the prezzie, Sukuna!" Narauko repeats as he rises to his feet and jaunts over to the door. "I'll see you later! I'm making a proper Christmas dinner, so don't eat too much! I gotta go give Kamo-Sensei Santa's gifts now! Bye bye~!"
And then like a storm he is gone, leaving a mess behind.
Sukuna sighs and collapses back into his futon.
"What the fuck." He mutters to the empty room.
Absently, he reaches for the stupid doll and holds it up above him.
He stares at it for a while.
Many half-formed thoughts flit through his mind, but nothing really concrete. Eventually though, he just huffs and chucks the thing aside.
"Idiot," he mutters under his breath as he closes his eyes to get back to sleep.
But maybe, just maybe...
He might have briefly felt that so-called 'Christmas spirit'.
Later, after getting some proper sleep, Sukuna steps out of his room to see that the entire mountain has been covered in banners and sparkly tassels of red white and green.
He sincerely hopes that this will not be a regular event.
Alas, he is destined to be disappointed.
Merry Christmas.