"Dad what was that noise from last night?"
JJK men reacting to their kid asking what was that 'noise' they heard last night.
Characters: Gojo, Choso , Sakuna ,Geto, Toji , Nanami, Yuji , Megumi
The morning light filters through the curtains as Gojo sits at the kitchen table, lazily stirring his cereal. His hair is still messy from sleep, his blindfold nowhere in sight. His kid, barely awake, waddles into the room, rubbing their eyes.
"Dad?"Â they mumble sleepily.
"Yeah?"Â Gojo responds, yawning.
"What was that noise last night?"
Gojo's spoon clatters against the bowl. He freezes. Slowly, he turns his head toward his child, mouth slightly open, as if his soul is trying to escape his body.
"Uhâwhat noise?"Â He laughs, but itâs way too nervous.
"The one from your room. It was loud, and you kept saying weird stuff."
Gojo immediately leans back, running a hand through his hair. A sly grin tugs at his lips. "Ohhh, that! That was, uhâDaddy and Mommy playing⌠wrestling!" He wiggles his fingers like heâs making it sound exciting. "And I totally won, by the way."
The kid frowns. "Then why was Mommy the one screaming?"
Gojo chokes on his cereal. "Y-You know what? Forget it! You want pancakes? Letâs make pancakes!" He practically launches himself from the chair, grabbing the kid and carrying them to the kitchen like an escape mission.
Choso is tying his hair back when his child waddles into the living room, still wrapped in their blanket like a tiny burrito. They plop down on the couch, staring at him.
"What was that noise last night?"
Choso freezes mid-motion, hair tie stretched between his fingers. Slowly, very slowly, he lowers his hands.
"It sounded like⌠groaning. And, like, thumping. A lot."...
The kid tilts their head. "Actually, it sounded more likeâŚ" They raise their little hands andâclap. clap. clap.
The child stares at him smiling innocently, waiting for an answer. Choso grips his knee, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour.
After a long, painful pause, he mutters, "It was the wind."
"Yes." He nods stiffly. "A⌠very strong wind."
The child frowns in thought, kicking their little feet. "Huh⌠So wind can shake the walls and make people groan? And, like⌠clap?"
Chosoâs grip on his knee tightens. "Yes."
The child gasps. "Whoa. That mustâve been a storm!"
Choso clears his throat. "It passed quickly."
The kid sighs in relief. "Good. I thought maybe you were sick or something."
Choso hums, reaching for his tea. "Iâm fine."
The child stretches, yawning. "Okay! Anyway, can we have pancakes?"
Choso lets out a quiet breath of relief. "Yes. Pancakes."
The child cheers and rushes to the kitchen, completely forgetting about the conversation.
Choso sits there for a moment, staring at the table, before rubbing his face. That was too close.
Sukuna is sitting on his throne of cushions (which he definitely stole from the couch), Lazily watching his child eat breakfast.His sharp eyes flicker toward them when they suddenly put down their spoon.
"What was that noise last night?"
Sukuna smirks. "Why? Did it scare you?"
The child shakes their head. "No, it sounded like you were hurting Mommy."
Sukuna chuckles darkly. "She was fine. If anything, she was enjoying herself a little too much."
The kid furrows their brows. "So you were playing?"
Sukuna leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Something like that."
The kid nods, satisfied. "Oh, okay! Next time, can I play too?"
Sukuna freezes. He stares. His smirk vanishes.
"...No." He immediately gets up and leaves the room, muttering "Disgusting," under his breath.
Geto is sipping his morning tea when his child sits across from him at the table, legs swinging under their seat.
"What was that noise last night?"
Getoâs fingers tense slightly around his cup. He takes a slow sip, stalling. "Noise?"
"Yeah. It sounded like you were fighting. Were you hurting Mommy?"
The tea nearly goes down the wrong pipe. Geto coughs into his fist, turning his head to hide his burning face. "N-No. Of course not. Your mom⌠just had a cramp. And I was⌠helping her stretch it out."
His child narrows their eyes. "It sounded like she was in pain."
Geto glances at the clock. "Oh wow, look at the time. We shouldâuhâgo for a walk. Right now. Immediately." Heâs already standing, ushering the kid toward the door.
Toji is frying bacon when his kid sits on the counter, chewing on an apple.
"What was that noise last night?"
Toji flips the bacon without missing a beat. "What noise?"
"It sounded like Mommy was in trouble."
Toji finally turns his head, lips curling into a lazy smirk. "Tch. Your mom? In trouble? You kidding? She was having the time of her life."
The kid frowns. "But she was yelling."
The child stares at him, confused.
Toji sighs, ruffling their hair. "Donât worry about it, kid. Go wash your face before breakfast."
The kid hops off the counter but mumbles, "Weird grown-up stuff again," under their breath.
Nanami is reading the newspaper when his child, eating cereal across from him, suddenly speaks up.
He lowers the paper slightly. "Yes?"
"What was that noise last night?"
Nanami does not move.His hand tightens slightly on the newspaper. Then, with the most serious face, he folds the paper, places it on the table, and clears his throat.
"It was nothing. Forget about it."
The child tilts their head. "Butâ"
"No."Â Nanami picks the paper back up and resumes reading. The conversation is over.
Yuji is making toast when his child skips into the kitchen, yawning.
"Morning, buddy! Want some toast?"
Sure." The kid climbs onto a chair, still half-asleep. "Hey, Dad?"
"What was that noise last night?"
"W-What?"Â He whirls around, laughing awkwardly.
"From your room. It was really loud."
Yujiâs entire face turns red. He stares at them like a deer in headlights, completely panicking.
"U-Uh! That wasâuhâaâuhâA WORKOUT! Yeah! I was exercising!"
The kid blinks. "At night?"
"Y-Yeah! Gotta stay in shape! Ha ha haâŚ" Yuji rubs the back of his head, sweating.
"But why was Mommy making those noises?"
Yuji chokes on air. "SHE WASâUHâCHEERING ME ON!"
The child frowns. "She sounded like she was losing."
Yuji immediately spins back to the stove. "EAT YOUR BREAKFAST."
Megumi is brushing his teeth when his child appears in the doorway.
"Mmph?"Â He spits into the sink.
"What was that noise last night?"
Megumi freezes. Stares into the mirror. Slowly sets his toothbrush down.
The kid crosses their arms. "You always say that when itâs grown-up stuff."
Megumi turns to face them, deadpan. "Exactly."
The child sighs dramatically. "Fine."
Megumi watches them leave, then groans, leaning against the sink. He is too young for this conversation.