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[emmyrosee]

Head empty, only reading my old content and thinking about dad!sukuna at his daughter’s snack time (a rewrite 🫶🏻)

Just this massive mammoth of a man stomping through the hall of the school, so tall he barely scales through the doorway of the elementary school doorframes. His tattoos make him look intimidating, carving out the sharpest points of his facial structure, mixed with the ink that’s peeking out from the oversized shirt he’s wearing. His eyes are firm, he’s scowling, and he catches more than a few head turns.

In his hands, however, a tray of the most precious little rice crispy treats, with tiny chocolate whiskers and triangle ears, they look uncharacteristically happy to be in his massive paws. He looks at a small table, shrugs, and plops himself into the seat that one of the little girls is supposed to be sitting at for snack time, knees leveled to his chest as he just. Sits there. Waiting.

And the parents around him are all playing rock paper scissors to see who has to go and talk to such an intimidating monster, side eyeing him and shrinking back when he glares, and-

“DADDYYYYYYYYYY!”

A tiny girl in a blue tutu and pigtails comes sprinting out of the classroom to immediately be next to the intimidating man with the cutest rice crispy treats. He cracks a smile, and gently ruffles the little girls hair.

He turns his head up to the other parents, “Akiara and her ma made these all last night,” he explains, and Akiara looks beyond proud as she beams up at them, eyes that match her fathers blinking eagerly. “Do I pass them out, or do the teachers?”