#msosamu

Gojo x Reader

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BLUES 3.

Morning settles gently over the house. The quiet rhythm you’ve built, small routines, familiar steps and a life that looks normal from the outside.

Satoaki is already ready for school. Shoes on and hair still a little messy, yawning by the door with hus hand already reaching for you.

You take it like always and the walk begins the same. Same road, same turns and same silence, only today it doesn’t feel the same. There’s something sitting inside of you and you feel it every time his fingers tighten slightly around yours. Your thoughts would drift back to the way the room shifted, the way he didn’t.

You exhale slowly cause this isn’t the time to panic, now is the time to understand. “Aki.” You call his name gently.

He hums in response. A small sound, curious, as he tilts his head slightly and looks up at you.

“Mommy has something to ask you.” You glance down at him briefly, then forward again. “Do the kids in school treat you differently?” You ask it like it’s nothing, like it’s just another question.

He doesn’t answer right away and looks at you for a moment, then looks ahead again. Quiet and thinking. “No.” He says finally.

Your chest loosens slightly and nod once. “That's good to hear.” A small beat passes as you continue walking. “Do the teachers treat you differently?” You ask next, still careful.

“No.” He answers quicker this time, almost immediate.

You inhale slowly then exhale through your nose. Good. That’s good. That means nothing’s surfaced. Nothing’s been noticed. Nothing’s gone too far. “Do you feel different from the rest of the kids in school?” The words leave your mouth before you can soften them and before you can take them back...immediately something shifts.

His steps slow.

Your hand tugs slightly as his pace drops behind yours.

Then he stops completely.

You take one more step before realizing then stop too.

Silence settles between you but the street continues and people pass. But they feels distant and muted.

You turn to your son, who is looking up at you. Blank and still. There’s no confusion in his face but something quiet behind his eyes.

Your chest tightens but you don’t let it show. You soften your expression then slowly kneel down in front of him, your hand never left his. “It’s okay.” you murmur gently and offer him a small, reassuring smile. “Mommy just wants to know what truly Aki feels.” You tilt your head slightly trying to meet him where he is. “Do you…feel different?” You ask again, softer this time.

He doesn’t answer and just looks at you longer now like he’s searching or deciding something.

The silence stretches but you don’t rush him, you don’t push. Both of you are aware of something that wasn't openly talked about and his always wondered about that space, that blank, grey area in his thought.

Then his lips part slightly. “…Mommy” he says quietly. “What am I?”

Your heart skips. The question lands heavier than anything you were prepared for.

He did not ask who or why.

Your breath catches for just a second because that wasn’t what you expected. You thought he might ask about his father or about where these ability came from. But this question feels deeper, sharper. Like it’s not about curiosity but about something he already senses and doesn’t understand.

It sounds painful.

The worst part is that you don’t have an answer.

You look at him, like really look at him. His five, small and still a child yet he questions his place in this world.

Your lips part slightly, but no words come out. The feeling of regret and not having the knowledge to understand what his going through is questioning your own motherhood.

Your hand lifts, almost instinctively like you’re about to reach for him, to steady him, hoping to say something that will make sense of everything. “Aki…You-” You start softly.

Satoaki’s gaze moves past you sharp and quick.

You don’t notice it immediately, not the way he does.

Two figures approach from down the street, from behind you. A man and a woman, casual and unhurried.

Satoaki turns his head slightly, alert.

You finally follow his gaze and stood up for your position and saw the figures who you assume is a couple, a man in a long black jacket and a female who was eating a lollipop.

They stop a few steps away, close enough to speak.

“Excuse me!” the woman says gently and she offers a polite smile.

You return the smile. “Yes?” you shift slightly and stood up eyeing her quick and the man she is with.

“We’re a bit lost” she continues and glances at the man beside her briefly before looking back at you. “Could you help us find the main road?”

“Ah—yes, of course.” You nod quickly and looked around the area.

Satoaki doesn’t move, his eyes stay on them. Specifically on the man in the long jacket, looking at you.

You gesture lightly down the street. “If you go straight and take the second turn to the left, it should lead you right to it.” You point as you speak, guiding their direction.

The woman follows your gesture then looks back at you. “Thank you, that's helpful.” She smiles again then her gaze lowers to your son.

Satoaki's eyes shifts to her, a disliking expression forming in his face.

The woman chuckles softens, genuine or at least it looks that way. “Your son, he's beautiful.” She says it lightly like an afterthought and bends, hands on her knees taking a good look at Satoaki only to feel her skin prickle but she held that feeling in.

You smile politely. “…Thank you.” Your hand rests on Satoaki’s shoulder now.

Your son doesn’t respond because he sensed something about them that you could never see.

The man was finally looking down at him and their gaze just for a moment. Something unspoken passes between them. Then the man looks away first, “Appreciate the help.” He says calmly.

You nod. “Of course.”

And they move past you, continuing down the direction you gave. Their footsteps steady and unhurried.

You watch them for a second, noticing how you haven't seen them around here before. Then you looked at your watch seeing the time.. “…we might run late. Let's go Aki.” You say gently sliding your hand against into his again and tugging him softly.

And just like that you walk the opposite way.

Meanwhile the strangers kept walking because in all honesty they were truly lost.

“…You felt that.” the man says quietly.

The woman exhales softly, a faint smile still lingering on her lips. "So that's what we've been dealing with.” Then hums questioning. "...but it doesn't make sense how a child could carry all that energy?”

The man’s gaze narrows slightly remembering the boy's face. “It doesn't have to.” He mutters under his breath. “We’re re already losing clients.”

The woman tilts her head slightly. Her expression shifts almost worried. “Are you serious? a child?”

The man halts his steps. “If we don't do anything, we lose everything, Kaia.” he looks at his wife as if his asking for approval although it was already decided.

Kaia looks at him with concern before it slowly shifts into a blank expression and gave him a nod.

The train hums steadily. A low, constant rhythm.

Satoru Gojo sits by the window, one arm resting lazily against the frame, head tilted just enough to watch the world blur past in quiet streaks of color. Fields and small towns. Occasional flashes of water reflecting the morning light.

He doesn’t move much, doesn’t speak. For once he lets the silence stay.

Kyushu.

That’s where he’s headed. A routine inspection, unusual curse activity, expansion plans and another responsibility handed to him before he could even consider saying no. Not that he would’ve.

His gaze softens slightly as the train curves along the tracks.

There’s something about distance, about being away from Tokyo that makes everything feel…quieter. For a moment he almost enjoys it.

Then the quiet breaks.

“This is so unfair!” Nobara Kugisaki groans from across the aisle. She leans back dramatically in her seat, arms crossed. “We woke up way too early for this and no breakfast?.” She kicks lightly at the seat in front of her.

“Seriously.” Yuji Itadori stretches his arms over his head, yawning. “I thought this was supposed to be, like, a regular mission...not a field trip across the country.”

Megumi Fushiguro sits quieter than the other two but even he looks mildly irritated. “…We weren’t even assigned to this.” He says flatly.

Gojo doesn’t turn right away, a small smile in his lips as he lets them talk, lets the noise settle in. Then he exhales lightly. “It’s called experience.” He says lazily with his gaze still fixed outside.

Then three sets of eyes land on him. “That’s not what this is.”

Gojo finally turns his head slightly, a faint smirk already forming. “Heh!” he begins casually, lifting his chin just a little “...a teacher’s duty isn’t just to teach inside the classroom. It’s to guide you through life.” Gojo finishes smoothly.

Yuji snorts. “or you just didn’t want to go alone.”

Gojo pouts slightly and leans back into his seat, unfazed. “I’m being generous and bringing you along and this is the appreciation I get?”

Megumi exhales quietly. “…You didn’t even explain the mission properly.”

Gojo hums, tilting his head slightly. “That’s because I like seeing all of you figure things out.”

“That’s not teaching, that’s negligence.” Nobara mutters.

Gojo laughs. “You’ll survive.” He waves a hand dismissively as his gaze drifts back to the window.

The scenery changes again, more rural now and more quiet. And for a brief moment, just a flicker...something passes through him. A sensation, faint yet distant. His head shifts to the empty front seat infront of him and the feeling disappears as quickly as it came, like it was never there. It almost felt...familiar.

The train slows and a hum fades into a low screech as it pulls into the station.

Gojo stands first, hands in his pockets like there’s nothing on his mind at all.

“Finally!” Nobara stretches as she steps off. “I thought we’d be stuck on that thing forever.”

“It wasn’t even that long.” Yuji follows behind, glancing around with interest.

“It was long enough.” Nobara shoots back immediately.

Megumi says nothing and adjusts his bag and walks.

Gojo walks ahead of them, quiet as his gaze drifts the new environment.

The place is bigger than expected. A clean, two bedroom, modern house tucked into a quieter part of the area. Square windows and minimal noise.

The door slides open and Nobara steps in first. Her eyes scan the room quickly. “Well, this is nice. Reminds me of home.” She walks straight down the hallway and without hesitation claims the room next to the only bathroom in the house. “I’m taking this one.” She opens a door then immediately closes it.

Yuji steps in behind her, looking around.

Gojo walks in last and slow. “…Then I’ll take the other room.” He says simply said already moving past them.

Megumi drops his bag onto the couch. “…I'm good here.” He mutters, glancing around once before sitting down.

Yuji walks toward the window and pulls the curtain slightly. “Whoa…” He leans closer, looking out at the view. “You can see most of the forest from here.”

Gojo pauses just slightly and his head shifts to the closest window next to him. Something flickers again, that same faint, feeling. Gojo turns to his students. “I’ll head out first.” He says casually making his way to the door.

Yuji and Megumi exchange looks but it wasn't unsual for Gojo to be out on his own. He walks without direction or at least, that’s what it looks like. But beneath that ease, something is pulling him.

“…Where are you..” He mutters under his breath, not a question at all. He walks past quiet houses, wooden gates and empty spaces where nothing lingers. His senses stretch outward, brushing against the environment without effort.

Trees are still and unresponsive.

People are normal and unaware.

Curses are small and weak, they even shrink before he fully registers them.

None of them, come close to what he felt so he keeps walking, further. Until the quiet shifts into noise from a small marketplace.

Wooden stalls line the path, vendors calling softly, the scent of food and fruit blending into the warm air.

Gojo steps into it without hesitation and immediately attention follows. Eyes linger, voices soften and movements pause. He doesn’t need to look to know a vendor leans forward slightly, someyoung, some old but all of them are smiling.

“Would you like to try this young man?” an old lady offers something small from her stall.

Gojo glances at it briefly then at her. “Sure.” He smiles.

She nearly drops it. “ah—here.” Her old hands fumble slightly as she passes it to him.

Another vendor watches, then another and soon they’re all watching, awaiting for him to take interest in their little store.

Eventually Gojo does moves from stall to stall, casual and curious. “What’s this?” He picks something up lightly.

“It’s local sweets.” A younger woman answers, suddenly more animated than before.

He hums interested enough. “I'll take some.” And just like that he's buying a lot, not just for himself but also for his students.

Still...that feeling keeps brushing against him. He feels it but tries not to look into it cause it still feels distant.

Then in the corner of his covered eyes, something passes him, small and quick. He doesn’t see it of course, but his body reacts...to the scent. His fingers still slightly around the bag but doesn’t turn.

“Oh—I’m so sorry, grandma.” A voice soft...and familiar.

Gojo stills, not visibly but not enough for anyone else to notice.

There was rustling and things rolling slightly against wood.

He listens.

“No, no—I’m sorry, dear. I couldn’t see.” An older voice answers. “I forgot my glasses at home and was too lazy to go back.”

A small laugh follows and hearing it made Gojo’s grip tightens just slightly.

“That’s dangerous for you, grandma.” You say gently, a softness in your voice.

A voice he shouldn’t recognize.

“Would you like some company back to your home?” you continued.

“No, no—I live very very near.” the grandma smiled and then reached for your hand pushing an orange fruit. “Thank you so much for being so kind young lady, I hope you have a great day.”

“Thank you, be safe on your way home please.” you bowed to the grandma and slowly start to walk ahead, back to your office.

Gojo’s breath slows. He hasn't felt this way in a long time, unsure. He shifts his head slightly, enough to feel your movement as his mind tries to rationalize it.

No.

But his body doesn’t listen and a quiet gasp breaks through the noise. He felt your figure move through the crowd as something in him confirmed what he already knew.

Then without thinking, he moves and follows the space you left behind, the faint echo of your presence still lingering in the air like something unfinished. But there, his chest tightens and his steps don’t stop though something in him resists. Because this feeling, he hates it...regret.

Gojo exhales slowly, his jaw tightening.

He left you, not by force, not by circumstance alone but by choice. A choice he buried, a choice he never turned back to look at because looking back meant feeling it. And Gojo doesn’t linger in things that make him weak. That’s how he survived. That’s how he became what he is.

So he never asked, never searched, never wondered. Not about you, not about what could have been and not about what he left behind.

His steps slow as the distance between you closes. His mind is in a push and pull motion. He remembers, fragments, of your voice...softer...closer. The way you looked at him, like he wasn’t something untouchable. Like he was just a man. The way your fingers curled into his shirt, the way you stayed even when you knew you shouldn’t. And that last night.

That’s where it always ends. Because anything after that doesn’t exist, didn’t exist.

Until now.

Years have passed but something about you still has this strong pull on him like he'd only left you just yesterday. It’s heavier and complicated.

His chest tightens again, this time deeper. “…tch.” He clicks his tongue quietly, annoyed. At himself, at this.

You’re halted ahead of him, unaware and unchanged.

Gojo just a few steps behind you.

You were texting Satoaki's teacher asking about your son's well being in school then look up at the building next to you checking it once, confirming that this was your office.

Gojo watches, silent.

Then you step forward into the building pushing the door open and it closes behind you. The world continues, people pass, voices return and the hum resumes like nothing ever happened.

But Gojo doesn’t move. His head faces on the door you entered because now there’s no doubt. He knew who he was following, and for the first time in years, something he buried has found its way back.

The construction site stretches wide. Open land carved out and marked with temporary structures, equipment resting idle under the afternoon sun.

A future branch, a new sector. Kyushu’s extension for jujutsu operations.

Yuji squints his eyes slightly, hand raised to block the light. “…That's it?”

Nobara looks around, unimpressed. “Boring small curses.” She crosses her arms, shifting her weight.

Megumi steps forward slightly, scanning the area more carefully. “I'll head south.”

Yuji turns, glancing around again. “…Where’s sensei?”

Nobara clicks her tongue. “Of course he disappears the moment we get here.”

Yuji exhales quietly. “…He said he’d check the area first.”

“Yeah, and left us to do the actual work.” Nobara mutters.

The complains didn't stop but the students continued what they were assigned to do. The soon to be operations area is now cleared and only dust that shifts lightly with the wind is left.

“…Do you feel anything?” Yuji go turned to Megumi, lowering his hands.

Megumi closes his eyes briefly, senses stretching outward. “Clear.”

Nobara frowns. “This doesn’t match the report.”

“It doesn’t.” Megumi agrees.

Then footsteps, light and unbothered. “Miss me?” All three turn to Gojo approaching the site like he hadn’t disappeared. A plastic bag hangs loosely from his hand.

“Where were you?” Nobara asked immediately.

“Shopping, for my students.” Gojo replies just as fast.

Yuji leans forward slightly. “…Did you actually check the area?”

Gojo grins and lifts the bag and shakes it lightly. “Yup and found the best snacks!”

Yuji’s eyes light up instantly. “Wait—seriously?”

Nobara perks up too. “Okay, you’re forgiven.”

Megumi watches quietly, not convinced but doesn’t argue.

They all settle under the shade of the tree, the heat was less harsh there.

Yuji is already opening something. “Whoa! this looks good.”

Nobara takes one too. “Finally, something useful.”

Gojo leans back against the trunk, one leg slightly bent. Relaxed, on the outside. Like nothing is bothering him at all.

Megumi sits across from him. Food in hand but untouched. “…The area is stable.” He begins.

Gojo hums lightly, listening.

“No immediate threat level.” Megumi continues. “…Low-grade curses scattered, but nothing concentrated.”

Yuji chews as he listens. “so why send us all the way here?”

Nobara swallows. “Yeah, this doesn’t feel urgent.”

Megumi glances slightly toward Gojo. “…It doesn’t match the report.”

Gojo tilts his head “That's correct.” He says and lifted a finger. “...that’s the interesting part.”

They all look at him now.

“According to Yaga-san.” He begins casually. “The curses have been shifting.”

Megumi’s brows knit slightly. “…Shifting?”

Gojo nods once. “Moving away from a certain area.”

Yuji pauses mid-bite. “…Away?”

Nobara just frowns listening.

“Whatever they’re avoiding, isn’t exorcising them.” Gojo emphasizes.

Silence settles and his students exchange glances.

Megumi’s gaze sharpens. “They’re being pushed without being attacked?”

“Exactly.” Gojo smiles faintly.

Yuji leans forward. “…so what is it?”

Gojo’s gaze drifts just for a second, toward the direction of the town. “That’s what we’re finding out next.” He pushes himself off the tree, stretching slightly. “Inspection’s done.” He says lightly. “Now we hunt!”

The town is something quieter. Older buildings fade behind them, replaced by rows of houses. Modern colors, uniforms and bags lookinh the same. Kid's laughter echoes faintly from somewhere and most residence seems to be old people.

Aside that everything is normal, too normal.

“ugh, it all reminds me of home.” Nobara says in disgust.

“isnt that a good thing?” Yuji scratches his cheek.

Gojo suddenly halts and his students doesn't immidietly notice it at first, but then they do and instantly halted just a few feet away.

The pressure, it's faint...but closer. His students doesn't seem to feel it yet but it's present.

“We should split up.” Gojos hands tucked din his pants. “Yuji and Nobara, take the west. Megumi go south. I’ll take north.”

On the West side, there was nothing more than just houses, and they all looked alike.

“These houses are giving me the creeps.” Nobara mutters, arms crossed as she scans the street.

Yuji walks beside her, hands behind his head, relaxed. “Yeah…but not in a curse way.” He shrugs.“More like…horror movie vibes.”

Nobara huffs. “Why can’t he just tell us what he’s looking for? It’d be easier.”

Yuji glances at her. “…What do you mean?”

She side-eyes him. “Huh? Didn’t you notice?”

“…Notice what?” Yuji blinks cluelessly.

Nobara clicks her tongue. “Gojo-sensei’s been tensed all day.”

Yuji paused and thinks back. Gojo sensei was laughing at Megumi falling into a pond earlier, he was also teasing Nobara about her hair messied up because eof the weather. It's just sensei being sensei. “…I didn’t notice.”

Nobara scoffs. “Yeah, clearly. He’s hiding something.” She mutters. “And he’s not the type to tell us everything.”

Yuji presses his lips together. “…He did say he likes us figuring things out.”

Nobara rolls her eyes then stops placing a hand over Yuji’s chest stopping him from walking. “…Yuji.”

He follows her gaze and saw, across the street a woman steps out of a house. And what made Nobara question her existence is because of her red slit dress, pearls and vintage jewelry glinting under the sun. She's out of place from the village aesthetic.

Kaia places a trash bag down calmly. Then as she claps her hand together, dusting them off. Soon Kaia spots them, students and smiles.

Yuji and Nobara just stared at her, and they felt it. That sorcerer energy.

Kaia tilts her head slightly then turns to walk back inside.

“She's suspicious.” Nobara mutters.

Yuji frowns. “She’s too fancy to live here.”

They exchange a look, and the decision made. They cross the street.

The house the woman entered was spray-painted, wall painting is peeled off and the windows were dark.

At the front, above the main door is a big sign that says Ghost Xterminator. They both stare at it.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.” Nobara mutters.

Before they can knock, the door opens and a man steps out with a long coat and a relaxed posture but his eyes were sharp.

“Can I help you, young folks?” Kuuro asked hand in his coat's pockets

Yuji steps forward. “…Are you the one driving the curses away?”

Kuuro hums, hand on his chin. “If by ‘driving away’ you mean making them disappear then yes, cause we are...”

Suddenly, Kaia pops up behind him and they strike a dramatic X pose. “Ghost Xterminators!”

“…What a corny name.” Nobara mutters under her breath.

Yuji claps once, genuinely impressed. “Wow—so you exorcise them?”

“Of course.” Kuuro answers smoothly. “Is there any other way?”

Nobara steps forward, eyes narrowed. “…Are you sorcerers?”

Kaia sighs dramatically. “Well, obviously, little girl.” Her tone irritated.

Nobara’s eye twitches. “Are you authorized?” she presses.

Kuuro laughs. “If it’s for a good cause. Then we’re authorized.”

Nobara leans slightly toward Yuji. “They’re illegal.” She mutters.

Yuji nods faintly. “We’re gonna have to ask you to meet our sensei.” He says, stepping forward. “Were on an active investigation regarding sorcerer energy in the area.”

There was silence.

Kuuro and Kaia glance at each other. The air between them shifts, from being the fun ghost exterminators into an evil couple.

“…I don’t think that’s necessary.” Kuuro mutters.

Yuji raises his hands slightly. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Hell yeah we do.” Nobara cracks her knuckles, her other hand already holding her hammer. “Come here, old lady.”

Kaia groans. “…I'm not an old lady!”

The air snaps and Kuuro moves first. His cursed energy leaks, grain-like and powdery like black sand suspended in air. It spreads everywhere.

Yuji steps forward, punch ready but slips. The ground beneath him feels unstable like stepping on a shifting dust. “…What is this?”

“Careful, young one.” Kuuro hums. “It erodes balance.”

Kaia moves next, faster than expected. Her cursed energy bursts glass-like. Sharp fragments form mid-air of tiny mirrors, surrounding Nobara.

Nobara swings and her hammer deflects. The fragments shifting and redirecting her attack. “…What the hell?”

Kaia smiles. “Everything you throw comes back prettier.”

A shard flashes, redirecting Nobara’s nail trajectory.

Nobara ducks, barely avoiding her own attack. “Annoying old lady—!”

The couple makes their escape but Yuji regains his footing catching up on Kuuro and landed a punch...but his fist sinks like hitting loose soil.

Kuuro's body dispersing for a split second, then reforming. “…Not bad.”

That same grain-like cursed energy blooms outward and the sand erupts. A sudden wall of black grains rising between them and the exterminators.

Yuji braces himself as the particles hits down like an ocean wave. Soft but overwhelming. They cling to the skin, clothes and eyes, obscuring everything.

Nobara shields her face, the sand doesn’t attack but it occupies. It was too many.

And when it settles, silence came and the air clears slowly, light comes back. The house still stands, unchanged with the door wide open.

“They ran.” Yuji mutters, wiping his eyes.

Nobara exhales sharply. “Of course they did.”

On the South Side, the streets were more lively. More light, more movement, more people. Rows of houses have flowers, neatly trimmed bushes, a children's park and the crossing have safety light signs.

Megumi walks with measured steps. Eyes scanning for curses and things that are possibly out of place.

Then voices, faint and tiny from a far, a school.

He slows as he passes by the gate.

Students are filtering out in their little white collared uniform with their parents waiting at the gates. Their voices were blending into a soft noise.

Somehow it reminded Megumi of his own childhood, only there was no one picking him up after school.

His gaze shifts, casual and uninterested in the scenery.

You stand in the same path as Megumi but facing the school gate across you, waiting.

Megumi saw you and there's nothing unusual about you, just another parent.

“Mommy!” a little voice shouted, sounding distressed.

Megumi’s eyes followed that little voice. They land on a boy’s face and instantly...his breathing stops. His eyes widened.

White hair.

Bright blue eyes.

Handsome.

The boy was pouting, eyebrows furrowed and walks faster. His short steps were quick until he’s right in front of you and then raised both arms up at you. “Up!”

“Aki, you just got out of school.” you looked at him, concern in your eyes.

He doesn’t respond and just raises them more, adding a lift from his toes.

You couldn't resist your son's neediness. You crouch down with a smile and lifted him in your arms.

He melts into you instantly, face buried into your shoulder.

“…Tough day?” you murmur, adjusting him on your hip.

A small grumble against your neck. “They’re loud today.”

You chuckle, half amused and tired. “Kids are supposed to be loud.”

“They’re annoying.” He mumbles, tightening his hold.

You rub his back gently. “Be nice, Satoaki.”

“But it's true.” he mumbles back.

You turn, still quietly scolding him for his choice of words while adjusting him on your hip and begin walking home.

Your back faces the street and your son settles against you, small arms looped around your neck, breathing evening out like he always does when he’s close to you.

But then he shifts, just slightly. Head still rested but his eyes drift to someone behind you.

Megumi stands just a few feet away, still and watching. He hasn’t moved since he saw your son. He hasn’t blinked because his still trying to process if his seeing the past? the present? Is this a domain? some sorcery trick?

He meets Satoaki's eyes.

Satoaki doesn’t blink and just stares at him, cold and assessing.

Megumi’s breath tightens seeing a large, blue flame waving around the child you carried. It made his skin prickle and goosebumps rise along his arms.

The air around him feels, wrong.

Satoaki’s gaze lingers just long enough before he lowers his head again, tucking himself back into your shoulder like nothing happened. Like he’s just a child again.

You keep walking, unaware. Your footsteps fading into the distance.

Megumi stands there, frozen. Because now he realizes that this isn’t just resemblance.

Megumi exhales slowly.

For the first time since arriving, he’s not thinking about curses. He’s thinking about something else entirely.

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Gojo x Reader

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BLUES 4.

The family diner is small, with warm lights, metal tables and checkered wallpapers. The quiet clatter of plates and low conversations filling the air.

Yuji is already mid-story. “…and then the guy just turned into sand like, not fully, but enough to mess up my footing!”

Nobara scoffs, arms crossed. “More like a cheap trick. And don’t get me started on that woman, so full of herself for someone that annoying.”

Across from them, Gojo rests his cheek against his palm, listening, smiling and relaxed like nothing today has been unusual.

The door chimes and Gojo’s head tilts slightly, then lifts his hand lazily. “Megumi.” he called.

Megumi steps in, calm and blank. He walks over to their table seeing Yuji and Nobara already occupying the left side.

Gojo sits on the right and Megumi takes the seat beside him.

“Well?” Nobara leans forward slightly. “How was your route?”

Megumi’s lips press thin. “…There were a lot of people.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “…Brighter area. More maintained.” He paused again. “…Lots of kids.” And without meaning to, his gaze shifts to Gojo. Just for a second, then away. “…Other than that, everything seemed normal.”

Gojo hums still smiling.

“Well, good for you.” Nobara cuts in. “We actually found something.”

Yuji nods eagerly. “Yeah...Illegal ghost exterminators, but they ran.”

Megumi looks at them, grateful for the shift. “We’re they strong?”

“Not really..” Yuji shrugs. “But their techniques were tricky.”

Nobara leans back. “Annoying more than anything.”

The conversation flows, casual and light. A female server approached and was completely distracted by Gojo's presence but orders are taken and the food arrives a few minutes later.

Plates fill the table and for a moment, it almost feels like a normal dinner.

Gojo starts talking again, something dramatic and something unnecessarily motivational.

Yuji laughs.

Nobara argues.

Me awhile, Megumi doesn’t hear it. Not really. Because he’s still at the gate. White hair, blue eyes. A child.

That wasn’t just resemblance. It was exact, too exact.

His thoughts turn. Could he have imagined it? But then again he felt it. That presence when the child looked at him. It wasn’t weak, it wasn’t unstable, it was aware.

Megumi glances sideways.

At his sensei, still talking, still smiling and still the same.

Then back to his plate.

Your face tries to surface in his memory but it’s blurry and ordinary, too ordinary. That’s what makes it worse. Because Gojo is married, to someone from a powerful family. And you...you didn’t look like her at all. You were not her.

And that child. That looks identical...with that kind of presence at the same time?

His grip tightens slightly around his utensil.

“Megumi.”

His head lifts. “hm?”

Yuji points. “You haven’t touched your food.”

Megumi looks down, his plate barely eaten. Fries half gone and the rest untouched. He glances at theirs plates and found them empty. “…Sorry.” He sets his utensil down. “I’ll just get this on a takeout. I think I lost my appetite.”

Gojo turns slightly toward him. “You okay, Megumi?”

Megumi tenses but just for a fraction then shrugs it off, fast and controlled. Because he knows if he lingers Gojo will see it. “Yes. I’m fine.”

The walk back is quieter. No arguing, no teasing. Just the soft rhythm of footsteps against pavement and the occasional hum of distant traffic.

They move as a group, close and tired.

The town has settled, lights dimmer and shops closing. Windows glowing warm behind curtains.

They reach the house and the door slides open, shoes come off as fatigue settles in immediately.

“Ugh…I’m gonna take a shower.” Nobara mutters, already heading toward her room, grabbing what she needs without waiting for a response.

Megumi doesn’t say anything. He just walks in and drops onto the couch like his body finally caught up to him.

A second later, Yuji flops down on the other side. “Man…today was eventful.”

Megumi doesn’t answer.

Across the room, Gojo stretches his arms overhead and loose. “It sure was.” He says lightly. “I hope we're able to catch that evil couple tomorrow so we can head back home. The sooner, the better.”

Home.

The word echoes but not in the way it should.

Megumi’s eyes lower slightly. Tomorrow, would he see him again? That child. You. His thoughts spiral, quiet and contained. Should I approach them? Follow them?

Is that what this mission is actually about? Or is this something else entirely?

“Megumi?”

He doesn’t respond.

“Megumi!” A hand grips his shoulder and shakes him slightly.

He blinks. “…Yeah?”

Yuji leans closer, brows slightly knit. “You using the bathroom after Nobara?”

Megumi just stares for a second and then sinks back into the couch. “…No.”

Yuji watches him longer and have been noticing how his friend was spacing out a lot after the task. “You’re acting weird..” He says. “Did you see something?”

Megumi’s gaze drops, for a moment he considers telling him...but instead he glances past the couch and checks if Gojo’s is in the room.

He was not there.

He turns back to Yuji. “…Let’s go for a walk later.”

Yuji blinks. “…Okay?”

“I need some air.” Megumi adds, quieter this time.

Yuji tilts his head confused. “…Okay” but not questioning it further.

Inside the forest, the branches shift as they pass through. Leaves brushing against their shoulders and the dirt path barely visible under the dim glow of the moon.

Megumi walks ahead, hood up and hands tucked deep into his pockets.

Yuji follows behind, pushing branches aside. “so...what’s up?” He asks, glancing around the night.

Megumi doesn’t answer right away, his gaze stays low and steps steady but his thoughts aren’t. He stops and looks around, trying to sense his surrounding, making sure they’re alone. He exhales and turns to Yuji. “I saw a child earlier.”

Yuji doesn't say anything, only looks at him.

Megumi’s eyes shifts to meet Yuji. “...and he looked exactly like Gojo-sensei.”

Yuji's brow raised at him, questioning. “What do you mean by exactly? Like…exactly a dream? or a relative something?”

Megumi clenches his jaw slightly and shakes his head. “..No but...I'm not sure either.” he pause. “I don’t know what I saw but I know what I felt.”

Yuji’s expression shifts now, more wide eyes.

Megumi took a short inhale and exhale. “It wasn’t a trick and it didn't feel like a technique.”

Yuji’s brows knit. “…Then what?”

“…I don’t know.” Megumi tries to look back into his memory. “But he noticed me...” He says almost distant and faint, remembering. “He looked at me...and pushed back...like a warning.”

The words linger but only for a bit cause the bushes starts rustling.

Both of then snap toward the bush infront of them.

Megumi shifts his stance and Yuji straightens, ready to pounce whatever pops out.

Branches shake and leaves crunch. And then. “UGH—!” A smaller figure bursts out of the bushes. “Did you really have to hide this deep in the forest?!” Nobara stumbles out in a cream sweater, leaves caught in her hair, visibly annoyed.

“You caught up.” Yuji blinks.

“Duh.” She cuts him off “I’m not about to be left out.” She flicks a leaf off her sleeve. “It’s obvious Megumi found something so spill it. You've been acting weird since the diner.”

Megumi exhales and retold his story.

Nobara’s face shifts with every detail, curious, thinking and shock. She could barely contain it. “So what I’m getting is...” Nobara starts, raising a finger like she’s concluding a case. “Gojo-sensei knocked up another woman.”

Yuji looks at her, offended. “I don’t think Gojo-sensei’s the type though.” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Doesn't he kinda gives off a...gay vibe?”

Megumi huffs, almost like a laugh.

Nobara snorts “You couldn’t be more wrong.” She waves her hand dismissively. “He attracts women without even trying.” she shrug. “And the fact that he’s a man...so it's apparently in your nature.”

Megumi and Yuji looked at her like worms on dry land.

Megumi shakes his head slightly. “I'm with Yuji on this one. I don't think Gojo sensei would be that careless.”

Nobara hums. “Beats me.”

“How about we just ask him, straightforward.” Yuji suggests with a shrug.

“He might not admit to it.” Megumi leans his back against a tree. “It also makes me question why we’re even here..?”

Yuji frowns. “You mean the mission?”

Megumi nods slightly. “What if the reports are fake? What if Yaga sensei sent him alone here for something personal?”

Yuji’s brows lift. “Why would he bring us then?”

Megumi shrugs.

Silence soon settles between the group.

Then Yuji exhales. “Gojo-sensei is tricky.”

Nobara hums. “How about we just ask the kid's mom?”

Yuji and Megumi looks at her, unsure.

“Tomorrow, me and Yuji team up again.” She looks up at Yuji. “We pretend to go after that annoying couple.” Nobara turns to Megumi. “You go south again, find this kid and his mom then we'll move to location.”

Megumi’s gaze sharpens slightly. “And Gojo-sensei?”

A smirk forms on her lips. “We bait him. Tell him we found the couple and tell him to meet us somewhere a bit far.”

The students think it through, although it was a tricky plan cause this is Gojo sensei their talking about. Their pretty sure his two steps ahead. So they used a little more time to fill in the gaps of the idea, add risks and note their timing.

Megumi exhales slowly. “Might work.”

Yuji nods excitedly. “Could work.”

Nobara grins. “Of course it will!”

And just like that, a plan was set.

Then Morning comes quietly as always, specially in rural areas like this. Only soft light slipping through the windows and the sound of the birds chirping. These kinds of environment makes you ten times sleepy than you should be.

“It's 10 am” Yuji stands in the kitchen, scratching his head. “Gojo-sensei isn't in his room.”

Nobara walks in, already dressed up for the day. “Did he ditched us?” Her brows furrowed.

Megumi doesn't speak and just sat on the couch already in his thoughts this early in the morning.

Nobara joins Yuji in the kitchen to get some water when she noticed a paper sticked on the fridge. “What’s this?”

Yuji leans in beside her and read aloud. “Went out early, don’t wait up and just have fun today.” He paused. “He drew a smiley face.”

Nobara’s eye twitches.

On the couch, Megumi stood up from sitting cause something about this doesn’t feel random “He knows.”

Inside your home, morning moves faster here.

You’re in the kitchen, hands busy and movements automatic, packing Satoaki’s lunch. Rice neatly portioned, sides tucked in careful and habitual.

You close the lid and slip it into his backpack. “Aki, we’re leaving soon! Are you ready?” Your voice carries through the house.

For a moment it was silent, then tiny footsteps, quick and light. They echo through the wooden hallway, passing the kitchen in a blur. A small figure in a blue Adidas jacket.

Satoaki runs straight to the doorway. He sat on the short staircase and slips on his shoes. His hair a little messy and his actions a little rushed because he likes being first, always waiting for you by the door.

You smile faintly as you noticed his figure pass the kithcen. You soon zipped his bag and you slid it to your shoulder before heading to the doorway.

“are you sure you're all se-” Your words cuts short and you stop on your tracks seeing Satoaki, looking up at you wearing this big, dark, round glasses.

“…Aki…” Your voice softens. “…Where did you get those?” Your eyes fix on the glasses, too big for his face and...too familiar.

Satoaki doesn't move his head wanting to keep the big glasses steady on his face. “I found it in your closet.” His hands are tucked into his jacket pockets ask if his trying to look cool.

You stare at him longer this time, that you didn't vene notice how your heart tightened. Because for a second there, you’re not looking at your son. It felt like you were looking at him. At the man who disappeared from your life.The same white hair, the same eyes now hidden behind dark lenses...and the same undenying presence echoing in a smaller body.

Your hand lifts and pressed it against your chest. That sudden, uneven beat. He’s grown, too fast. Your vision blurs slightly.

“…Mommy?” Satoaki’s voice pulls you back, softer now. He leans forward slightly trying to peek at your face and the glasses slide down his nose, revealing half of those bright blue eyes. Clear and unmistakable.

You let out a small laugh, shaky but warm. “Sorry, sweetie…” You crouch slightly, brushing your thumb under your eye. “You just look so big now.” You sighed. “…Feels like yesterday you were a baby.”

Satoaki puffs his cheeks and pushes the glasses back up. They sit on his face unevenly, still too large. “I’m a big boy now.” He says it like a fact.

You and Satoaki walk side by side down the quiet street, sunlight slipping between buildings and brushing warm light across the pavement.

Some parents were also heading to the school, some were ahead of you, some were passing by you giving you a greet.

And surprisingly Satoaki is the first to greet back at them, when he usually just ignores them. You guessed he feels different because of those glasses and the thought made you smile. You knew someone who acted the same way when it's worn.

Satoaki's steps were also strange, quicker than usual, almost bouncing as he walks beside you. Every so often, the arms of the glasses slip down over his face and he'd stop immediately each time, carefully pushing them back up.

But this time he sounded like his fussing cause it wouldn't stay still.

You glance down at him, still amused. “I can hold them for you if you want.”

He shakes his head instantly. “No.”

You turn away a little to laugh softly. You didn't want to annoy him more and carefully you cleared you rhtoat after remembering something about work today. “By the way, I might be late picking you up today, okay? Just a little late, maybe 10 or 15 minutes late.” You say facing the front.

But you got no response so you called again. “Aki?” you asked looking down this time.

Satoaki was suddenly quiet. The shades were still on his eyes but from your view you could see his eyes looking upward, to the rooftops infront of you. Like he spotted something.

Your pace slows slightly, a bit concern by his sudden change of attitude. “Aki?”

He blinks and looks at you. “Yes Mommy?”

“Did you hear what Mommy said?” you tilt your head.

Aki nods too quick and too automatic.

You narrow your eyes playfully. “Okay then, what did I just say?”

He pursed his lips, his gaze slips again just for a second to the side of the street.

You don’t notice it cause you’re adamant on what he'll say, you thought he was thinking. “Well?”

Aki blinks again. “You said you’re picking me up late.”

Your smile widens. “That’s right, good job.”

He doesn’t react much and just lets you lead him forward again.

You bith continue walking to school although sometimes Aki's head would turn slightly, but this time subtle, un-noticeable.

The figure is still there.

And as you walk away, Aki’s expression was quietly shifting into something unfriendly. A small glare forming behind those oversized glasses, wondering if what he was seeing is a threat because somehow...the presence he felt from him was...bigger, stronger.

The school soon comes into view, children filtering through the gates in neat little groups while teachers greeted them by the entrance. Parents were told to stop by the front and let the kids go in on their own, yo teach about decision making and independence.

You slow near the gate and adjusted Satoaki’s backpack on his shoulders. “Alright, honey.” you smiled softly and leaned into his forehead, giving him a kiss. “I'll see you later, I love you.”

Now usually, Satoaki would nod and say he loves you back then walk inside without a problem. Right now he wasn't that. He couldn't. He held on to the them of your sleeve and took a quick glance behind you, then back into your face.

The figure he saw earlier was now close to you, just a few feet away from behind you. It wasn't distant anymore, and gotten bold so fast.

Satoaki stands infront of you quiet, still and unmoving. His small hand grips the hem of your sleeve tight.

You felt it and became concern. “Aki?”

His eyes remain on you, silent.

Your eyebrows began to furrow, your hands brushed his bangs away gently. “What’s wrong, honey?” You ask softly.

He pressed his lips together, quiet and thinking. Because behind his still expression is him activating his ability quietly, he was trying to use to this figure behind you. To make it go away cause it seems like it wants you...but nothing was happening.

“Aki?” You call again, more worried now, this isn’t like him.

Children pass by, teachers glance over politely.

Still Satoaki doesn’t move and made a decision. “There is...someone...” he stuttered as his hand start to lift to point.

You blinked but before you ciiod turn around, a violent sound of wave echoed through the empty street. And soon black sand suddenly tore through the road.

A loud manic laugh echoed through the street. “WAHAHAHAHA!”

Parents screamed instantly and ran to their stunned child. Teachers shouted in panic as the school entrance erupted into chaos and the sand twisted unnaturally through the air like a living thing, weaving between poles, gates and people.

You looked up in shock, a man stood above the wave itself riding it. Long coat whipping violently in the wind as sand spiraled beneath his feet and behind him, a woman clung to the moving wave laughing breathlessly.

Further behind them, running at full speed were three teenagers.

Yuji nearly tripped while sprinting. “STOP RUNNING!”

Beside him, Nobara pointed furiously. “GET DOWN HERE AND FIGHT US PROPERLY, YOU FREAKS!”

And further back, Megumi ran silently through the chaos, eyes sharp and focused. So focused that he was able to notice the scene ahead causing his eyes to widen and lost his footing, falling on the ground.

“MEGUMI!” Yuji called back and ran back to him.

Kaia, feeling the rush of the chase suddenly looked toward the school gate and spotted a familiar child, Satoaki. Her expression changed instantly, more focused and locked in “Kuuro!” She pointed quickly. “IT’S THE BOY!”

Kuuro turned and the second his eyes landed on Satoaki, his grin widened. “There you are! Come to papa!”

The wave shifted, faster and it's direction immediately, straight toward the school gate, toward your son.

Your breath caught. “Aki—!” You jumped for him instinctively hugging him on your chest.

The sand hovered over the both of you.

Satoaki stared at it silently, eyes slowly widening at the event as the sound sand reaches you and him.

And then, suddenly...it disappeared.

Kuuro and his wife Kaia fell down from the sky, splattering down to the ground.

“Kuuro! Why did you stop!?” Kaia complained holding her face.

Kuuro who sat up shock and looked at his hands. “N-no I—! I don't know what happened!?” and kept opening and closing his palms. “It's not activating—!”

The black sand was completely erased from its existence, vanishes abruptly like it a dream.

The screaming, the movement, the chaos. All of it pauses and only confused faces were looking around the area like they all had just one big nightmare.

Feeling the silence, your arms still wrapped around Satoaki protectively while your heart pounds aggressively against your ribs. Then slowly you open your eyes, your head slowly raises up seeing a tall figure standing in front of you, blocking the morning sunlight.

For a second, your mind questions his identity. His white hair shifting softly in the breeze, dark clothing and broad shoulders. A presence so overwhelming it makes the air feel heavier around him.

And then, it hits.

He stands, his back facing you and a hand still slightly raised from whatever he had just done.

Your chest tightens and your lips part slightly but no sound comes out.

For the first time in years you never thought. of seeing him, ever again.

But unlike you Gojo had imagined this moment far too many times. Ever since arriving in Kyushu, he had already found you, not intentionally.

At least that’s what he told himself.

One glimpse became another, then another. And somehow without meaning to, he kept following. Watching from a distance, to the stations, to the village compound and the school.

Yes. He already saw everything.

But never approached.

Because for the first time in years, that feeling was back. That feeling of not knowing what to do.

A strange thing for the strongest man alive.

A part of him wanted you to notice him and another part wanted to stay hidden forever.

Yet every single day, his feet still carried him toward you. Instinctively. Like his body remembered you long before his pride could stop him.

And now...now that your eyes finally laid on him.

For the first time in years, he felt his heart beat. Real heavy and undeniable. An ugly, beautiful reminder that he still loved you. That he never stopped.

You were crouched frozen, the shock was clear across your face.

Meanwhile Gojo looked calm, confident almost. Like the moment he had been replaying for years had finally arrived.

Slowly, he crouched down in front of you. His black cover still on his eyes but he already knew your expression, the fear, the confusion, the disbelief.

He knew you too well.

And gently, almost carefully he reached one hand toward you. Because after years of silence, he needed to know this was real. He needed to feel you again.

His fingertips came closer, and closer.

And then the ground exploded beneath him.

A violent force blasted through the air and Gojo shot backward like a rocket launched into the sky.

Yuji’s jaw dropped instantly. “G-GOJO-SENSEI?!”

Beside him, Nobara followed Gojo's flying figure with wide eyes.

Even Megumi looked upward silently as their teacher disappeared into the distance before crashing somewhere far off.

Meanwhile you only blinked, confused and shocked. Trying to process what just happened.

Then reality settled in.

Slowly, you looked down beside you and there stood Satoaki. Tiny hands clenched at his sides, blue eyes hidden behind oversized shades but glaring upward at the sky.

Protective and cold. And immediately, you knew. He had something to do with it.

“…He’s gonna be alright, right?” Yuji asked slowly while staring at the direction their teacher disappeared into the sky.

Beside him, Nobara Kugisaki crossed her arms. “Unfortunately.”

You stared blankly at the distance where Gojo had vanished. Your thoughts couldn’t keep up anymore. The attack, the reunion...your son launching a grown man into the atmosphere.

Then, someone cleared their throat quietly.

You blinked and turned to see a black haired boy stepped forward first, calm and collected. “My name is Megumi Fushiguro.” Megumi placed a hand lightly against his chest, then he gestured toward the others. “These are my classmates, Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki.”

Upon hearing their names, the other two approached carefully.

Yuji even gave an awkward little wave.

While Nobara Kugisaki offered you a small smile.

“We’re Gojo-sensei’s students.” Megumi continued.

“…Students?” You repeated softly.

Something about Megumi’s name tugged at your memory. You were sure Gojo mentioned a Megumi once before, years ago. Back when your conversations still lasted until morning. But you never really understood who Megumi was. Only that whenever Gojo talked about him, his tone became oddly softer.

Yuji looked down at your son and saw him looking up at him. He smiled softly and crouched down in front of Satoaki.

Satoaki followed the movement silently. Blue eyes slightly revealed behind the oversized dark glasses.

“Wow.” Yuji muttered really looking into Satoaki's features. “You really do look...exactly, like Gojo-sensei.”

Satoaki didn’t react outwardly. But behind that silence is someone irritated and possessive. According to how Aki felt, these three didn't carry the same level of threat as the other one he blew away.

Yuji, completely unaware, continued smiling. “Don’t worry, we’re here to he—”

The air exploded and suddenly Yuji flew into the sky.

“AAAAHHHHHHH—!” His scream echoed through the neighborhood.

You, Nobara and Megumi all looked upward simultaneously, watching him fly in the exact same direction Gojo had earlier.

Then Megumi and Nobara looked back at the kid and took a few steps back.

And this time, you knew for certain. It was his doing.

Your face immediately paled. “I—I’m really sorry!” You bowed quickly in panic. Again and again. “Satoaki, don’t do that! That's very rude!”

Beside you, Nobara immediately waved both hands. “No, no! Don't worry about it!” She pointed toward the sky casually. “We’ll go get him.”

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BLUES 2.

The afternoon sun hangs low over Tokyo, spilling gold between glass buildings and fractured shadows.

“Nice work!” Satoru Gojo says lightly, stretching his arms. “You guys are getting better! I might actually start charging you for my mentorship soon.”

“It was teamwork..” Megumi corrects flatly, already walking ahead.

Yuji laughs, bright and unbothered. “Sensei, you didn’t even do anything!”

Gojo gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “That hurts! I emotionally supported you all!”

“You slept..” Nobara says.

“I supervised while sleeping.” Gojo corrects proudly.

For a moment, it’s loud, warm and familiar...ten it ends the way all missions do, with Gojo alone again. He waves his students off, watching as the three students disappear into the distance, still arguing over something trivial.

His hand lifts in a lazy goodbye. “Don’t die without me, okay!?”

“We won’t!” Yuji yells back.

Gojo smiles but as turns, the silence returns.

The walk home is slower than usual, the sky shifts into orange and bruised pink, bleeding into night. He doesn’t teleport. Doesn’t rush. Just walks with his hands in his pockets and head tilted slightly back like he’s watching a world he doesn’t quite belong to.

His smile faded along with the noise of his students.

He stops halfway to enter a convenience store and buys takeout. Nothing fancy tonight and adds mochi without thinking too much about it.

The cashier greets him politely but avoids eye contact like most people do when something in them feels off about him.

By the time he reaches the outskirts of the family estate, the sky has dimmed completely. The clan village is quiet, but not empty. It never is when he’s around.

The moment he steps through the gates, movement stirs, servants bow and family members straighten.

He walks through it all.

Inside the main residence, his grandparents are already waiting.

“You’re late.” one of them says without warmth.

“Busy saving the world.” Gojo replies casually, slipping off his shoes.

His grandmother studies him for a moment longer than necessary. “Did you eat properly?”

“I’m literally holding food.” he lifts the bag slightly.

A brief pause came from the old couple. They exchanged a glance before the grandmother spoke in a lighter tone. “How is the marriage going?”

His expression doesn’t change but something in the air cools. “It’s fine.” he says simply.

“That's good to hear.” his grandfather nods. “The union strengthens our standing.”

Gojo hums lightly in response, already half tuned out.

“As expected from the strongest.” his grandmother adds.

He doesn’t answer to that one.

Soon his steps are quieter when he finally reaches the inner house. No cameras. No audience. Just space.

And her, his wife.

Waiting for him in her silky pink night dress that shaped like a kimono.

She stood near the entrance with composed posture, hands folded neatly in front of her. Perfect image of grace, of expectation, of patience dressed as elegance. She bows slightly. “Welcome home.”

Gojo raises a hand in casual greeting. “I’m back.”

Then the performance begins.

“How was your day?” she asks gently.

“Same as always.”

“I prepared dinner.” she continues. “And the maids helped arrange everything. I also made a few rearrangement in our house today.”

“Sounds like you had a busy day.” he says lightly.

There’s a silence between them that neither of them fills because they don’t know how.

But she still follows him a few steps as he walks inside. “Did you eat already?”

“Not yet. Got food outside.”

“Oh.” there was a small hesitation in his wife's voice. “What did you get?”

“Mochi.” he answers casually.

A faint smile appears on her lips. “You never get tired of eating that.”

“It's a favorite.”

She pauses for a bit almost as if she was gathering courage in her voice and then she asks, quieter this time. “Will you...be eating dinner with me?”

Gojo stops near the stairs and looks over his shoulder slightly. “Of course.” he says after a moment. “Give me 15 minutes and I'll be right down.”

Her expression softens. “Alright.”

He turns away again and begins heading upstairs. Not rushed but distant.

She watches him go, still standing..perfectly composed, holding onto something that isn’t being held back. Hope, maybe? Stubbornness or both.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, she calls softly “I’ll have everything ready.”

Gojo lifts a hand without looking back and disappears into the hallway.

Down below, she doesn’t move for a moment, then exhales quietly. She feels determined today because she noticed that something is changing. Slowly though barely noticeable but real enough to feel.

She turns to the maids. “Prepare our dinner.” she says calmly.

“Yes, madam.”

The dining hall is long, too long for just two people. The table stretches between them like a boundary neither of them has ever crossed, polished wood reflecting the soft glow of overhead lights.

Every sound feels slightly too loud in the silence. Porcelain touching porcelain, the faint clink of chopsticks and the distant hum of the estate settling into night.

On one side sits Satoru Gojo.

And on the other, his wife. Still perfectly composed, perfectly distant but not cold.

She is the first to speak. “How was your mission today?”

Gojo doesn’t look up immediately, taking a bite before answering casually. “Easy. My students handled most of it.”

A small nod from her. “I heard about them...” she says gently. “The Itadori boy is improving quickly.”

“He’s loud.” Gojo replies. “But useful.”

A faint smile touches her lips. “And the Fushiguro boy?”

Gojo pauses slightly at that, then shrugs. “Quiet, thinks too much.”

“That sounds like you when you were younger.”

That earns a brief glance from him. “…Rude.”

She doesn’t laugh loudly. Just a soft exhale through her nose, like she’s learned over time how to exist in his rhythm without forcing herself into it.

She doesn’t move closer. Doesn’t try to shrink the distance between them. She understands whether he has told her or not that closeness is not something he offers easily.

Not even to her. Still, she stays present.

After a moment, Gojo leans back slightly in his chair. “You said you rearranged the furniture again?”

It’s not a complaint, just observation.

Her eyes brighten slightly at the shift in topic. “Yes.” she replies. “Some of the rooms felt too empty. I added a few pieces of paintings, mostly and I had the garden area redesigned.”

“The garden?”

“Yes.” She sets her chopsticks down neatly. “More traditional. Stones, moss patterns, a small water feature. I thought it would make the space feel calmer.”

Gojo smirks faintly. “You’re really into interior design huh?”

“I suppose I am.” she answers honestly. “It helps me... think.”

There’s something in her tone. Subtle passion, quiet satisfaction. Gojo notices it, not the words but the energy behind them.

It’s different from how she speaks about him. This is something she builds, something she controls and omething that responds to her effort.

He doesn’t fully understand it but he watches her speak anyway.

“You...like it?” she asks after a moment, a bit more cautious now.

Gojo hums. “Yeah. Sounds, peaceful.”

She smiles slightly at that. “I hoped you would think so.” Then she adds softly “I thought maybe you’d like somewhere quieter to come home to.”

His chopsticks still slightly, just for a second then continue. “…Maybe” he says. Not a promise, not a refusal but just a gap left open.

The silence returns, but it is not as heavy as before. She resumes eating and Gojo does too.

But his gaze lingers on her more than once. He had an observation that doesn’t know where to settle.

She is dressed neatly for the evening, as always. Elegant fabric, soft and intentional, chosen with care rather than show. Everything about her is composed, down to the way she sits, the way she moves her hands, the way she refuses to make herself smaller despite the distance between them.

He notices that, too. How she never tries to force closeness.

“You’re thinking again.” she says suddenly.

Gojo blinks once. “Am I?”

“Yes.” she replies calmly. “You get quiet like that when you’re somewhere else.”

He exhales through his nose, amused. “Observant.”

“I’ve had time to learn you.” she says simply.

That lands differently. It has been 5 years since they've been married and the silence is just as quieter as the first few years, only this time Gojo tries to communicate wanting to make the marriage less suffocating.

Gojo looks at her for a moment longer. Then asks lightly “And what have you learned?”

She hesitates briefly but answers honestly. “That you always come back..” she says. “Even when you don’t stay.”

His expression doesn’t change but something behind it shifts almost imperceptibly.

A few minutes pass and the meal continues.

She speaks occasionally about the estate, upcoming visits from her family members and minor obligations.

Gojo would respond when needed, casually, without resistance.

This was not intimacy but structure. And in their world, structure often replaces emotion.

Eventually, Gojo sets his chopsticks down. “I’m done.”

She looks up slightly. “Already?”

Then he adds, a little softer “Thanks for dinner.”

Her eyes flicker just for a moment. “You’re welcome.”

He stands, the chair slides back quietly.

She does not stop him, does not reach for him and does not ask him to stay longer. Instead, she simply watches because she has learned that love, in his case, is not something you pull toward you. It is something you wait beside.

At the doorway of the dinning, Gojo pauses briefly but not turning back fully.

“…Goodnight.” he says.

“Goodnight.” she replies gently.

The room remains still after he’s gone.

She sits there for a moment longer than necessary, hands resting neatly in her lap.

Not disappointed. Not surprised. Because this is not new, only ongoing.

She finally turns her head slightly toward the maids.

“Clear the table.” she says softly. “And prepare everything for tomorrow. I'll be incharge for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Yes, madam.”

Morning comes too quietly.

The estate is already awake by the time Gojo steps out, sunlight slipping past the paper screens and settling across polished floors like it belongs there more than he does.

There’s a bento in his hand, neatly wrapped and carefully prepared.

He didn’t make it. He doesn’t need to be told who did.

“Your wife prepared this.” one of the maids had said earlier, bowing slightly as she handed it to him.

He had taken it without comment.

Now, as he walks away from the estate, the box rests loosely in his grip. Untouched. He doesn’t open it. Doesn’t check what’s inside and doesn’t need to because it’s not about the food.

Five years and still there’s a distance he hasn’t crossed. Like there’s a part of him that refuses to step forward when it matters most.

He walks through the city again, slower than necessary. His grip tightens slightly around the bento then loosens. His mind drifts to things he doesn’t name, to moments that weren’t supposed to matter, to something softer than duty.

But the moment it begins to take shape, he locks it away. Like always, like he was raised to.

By the time he reaches Jujutsu High, the air feels lighter and familiar. Alive in a way the estate never is.

He spots them immediately.

A cluster of students gathered near the courtyard, voices overlapping and energy bouncing between them in that chaotic way only young sorcerers manage.

“Sensei!” Yuji’s voice cuts through first, he waves like he hasn’t seen him in weeks instead of yesterday.. “You’re late!”

“I’m never late.” Gojo replies smoothly, stepping closer. “I arrive exactly when I mean to.”

“That’s the same thing.” Megumi Fushiguro mutters.

“No, it’s not. It’s branding.”

“Branding?” Nobara scoffs and crosses her arms. “Your brand is being annoying.”

“Correction..” Gojo grins, tapping his blindfold lightly. “My brand is being iconic.”

Panda leans over slightly, whispering loudly “Same thing.”

Panda earns an immediate nod from Maki.

“Wow.” Gojo exhales, placing a hand over his chest again. “The disrespect. I nurture you all and this is what I get!?”

“You don’t nurture..” Megumi replies. “You disappear.”

“That’s called independent learning.”

“Salmon.” Toge Inumaki chimes in.

Then he lifts the bento. “I brought you guys something.”

“For us?” Yuji lights up immediately.

Nobara narrows her eyes. “Wait, why?”

“What did you do?” Maki adds.

“I’m offended!” Gojo says, already opening the lid. “Can’t I just be a caring teacher?”

“No.” Megumi answers instantly.

Inside the bento is a perfectly arranged food, balanced and carefully made. Too precise to be casual.

Gojo doesn’t comment on it and just holds it out. “My wife made it.” he says lightly.

There’s a brief pause.

“Oh.” Yuji says, softer now. “That’s…nice.”

Nobara leans in slightly. “Looks expensive.”

Maki crosses her arms. “You didn’t eat it?”

Gojo shrugs. “Thought I’d share.”

Megumi watches him for a second longer than the others. Like he’s trying to read something that isn’t being said.

But Gojo’s already moved on. “Anyway,” Gojo claps once. “Eat up. You’ve earned it. Try not to fight over it like animals.”

“We are fighting over it.” Nobara says immediately, already reaching in.

“I call dibs on that!” Yuji adds.

“Bonito flakes.” Inumaki adds, nodding approvingly.

Gojo leaning back slightly, hands in his pockets and a small smile tugging at his lips.

This is one of the few things in the world that feels real without effort.

“Sensei!” Yuji calls out between bites. “This is really good!”

“Obviously.” Gojo replies.

“You didn’t make it.” Nobara shoots back.

“I supervised the marriage.” he says smoothly.

“That’s not how that works.” Maki mutters.

They keep talking, arguing and laughing.

And Gojo lets the sound fill the space around him.

“Still spoiling them, I see.”

The voice comes from behind him.

Gojo doesn’t turn right away. “Careful.” he replies lazily. “You sound like you’re jealous, Yagami.” He glances over his shoulder, a smirk already forming.

Masamichi Yaga stands a few steps away, arms folded, expression unreadable as always.. “They respect you..” Yaga says instead. “More than they should.”

“Yeah?” Gojo hums, tilting his head slightly. “I thought I was doing a great job being a terrible role model.”

“You are.”

Gojo turns fully now, slipping his hands into his pockets again. “So what is it?” he asks casually. “You didn’t come all the way out here just to compliment my teaching style.”

Yaga exhales through his nose. “There’s been an increase in curse activity.”

Gojo’s expression doesn’t change. “There always is.”

“The southwestern region.” Yaga continues. “Reports have been increasing since early summer. Minor cases at first. Now it’s escalating. Civilians are getting caught in it.”

Gojo’s gaze sharpens but still relaxed and listening

Yaga reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a folded flyer.

Gojo takes it without comment and unfolds the paper slowly. Lifts the edge of his blindfold just enough for one bright blue eye to scan the contents.

A town name, a mapped area. Plans. Expansion. A new branch.

“sector expansion?” Gojo murmurs lightly.

“The situation calls for it.” Yaga replies. “We can’t keep everything centered in Tokyo if the activity is spreading.”

Gojo’s eye flicks across the page again, taking everything in within seconds. “They want me to check it out.” he says, more statement than question.

Yaga nods once. “You’ll assess the area while construction begins.”

Of course. Send the strongest first to make sure nothing interferes and nothing grows too dangerous.

Gojo hums, lowering the blindfold back into place. “And the elders?” he asks, tone light but pointed.

“They approved of it before the proposal was even finalized.”

A quiet scoff leaves him. “Of course they did.”

Yaga watches him carefully. “There’s something else.”

Gojo doesn’t look up this time. “Isn’t there always?”

“Reports of irregular sorcerer energy.” Yaga says slowly

That makes Gojo pause. “Define irregular.”

“Curses appearing…then disappearing without exorcism.”

Gojo’s head tilts slightly. “Running away?”

“Possibly or Avoidance.” Yaga’s gaze hardens just a fraction.

Silence settles between them for a second.

Gojo’s lips curl faintly. “Curses getting scared and I'm not in the picture?” he muses. “That’s new.”

He folds the paper again and tucks it away.

“Try not to break the entire region while you’re there.” Yaga adds as he turns to leave.

Gojo smirks. “No promises.”

“But you have to promise.” Your voice is firm this time.

Across the table, Satoaki stiffened. “No.” His arms cross tightly over his chest, small shoulders squared like he’s preparing for battle. His white hair falls messily over his eyes, but you can still see the stubborn glare underneath.

“I don’t wanna eat vegetables! ”

You inhale slowly through your nose.

The table between you is smaller than the one back in Tokyo.

Dinner is always simple. Rice, a small portion of meat on the side and a plate of vegetables you carefully prepared. Balanced and healthy.

You rest your elbows lightly on the table, leaning forward just a bit. “Please honey.. ” you try again, gentler now. “Just the baby carrots, just three pieces of it.”

You even hold up three fingers to compromise.

“No.”

You blink once then smiled tight, controlled. “Satoaki.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did.”

You stare at him and he stares back. Unapologetic, unbothered.

You exhale slow and measured bringing back your composure “…You liked these when you were little.”

“I was tricked!”

That made you smile small. “You were not tricked.”

“You made airplane noises.”

You bit your lower lip. “…That doesn’t count.”

Neither of you moves. Neither of you bends.

“Satoaki..” you say again, more firmly this time “you can’t just eat meat and rice every day.”

“I can.”

Your eye twitches slightly. “You need vegetables to grow.”

“I’m already growing.”

“That’s because I used to feed you vegetables.”

His eyes squints at you.

You sit back now, crossing your arms in return. Mirroring him unintentionally. “Satoaki.”

He leans back in his chair. “Satowaki...” he mocks lightly under his breath.

Your brow twitches.

The tension between you sharpens, both stubborn. Two prides clashing in a small kitchen that suddenly feels too tight for both of you.

“…Eat. The. Carrots.”

“I said...NO!” he said louder this time. Final and sharp.

And something in it, shifts.

The air tightens just for a second, barely noticeable until it isn’t.

The table trembles, glass rattles. Then everything lifts, chairs, utensils and plates. The edges of the table itself shift just slightly off the ground like gravity forgot what it was supposed to do.

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat. Eyes widening at everything else.

Satoaki is still sitting, frowning and upset.

And then just as quickly, everything drops. A dull clatter fills the room. Nothing breaks but the sound echoes louder than it should.

Silence follows.

You don’t move. Your body hasn’t caught up to what just happened. Your heart pounds once, twice too loud in your chest.

Across from you, Satoaki blinks once.

Your throat feels dry. Your fingers curl slightly against the table. “…Did you—”

He tilts his head. No fear. No panic. Just mild curiosity.

Your chest tightens because that’s worse. You push your chair back slowly. Like sudden movement might break something you don’t understand yet. “I…” your voice falters slightly. “…Mommy needs a second.”

You reach the nearest bathroom, close the door behind you and finally you stop. Your hands press against the sink and your breathing uneven now.

“…No” you whisper under your breath.

Because you know what that was. You know what it means. You know what it connects to and for the first time it doesn’t feel distant anymore. It doesn’t feel like something you can ignore.

Your reflection stares back at you. Trying to hold itself together. “…what am I gonna do?” you murmur.

Outside in the kitchen Satoaki sits alone at the table. Looking at the carrots then at his hands. He pokes one lightly then leans back in his chair again. “…I still don’t want to eat them.” he mutters quietly.

Satoaki sits at the table for a moment longer.

You haven’t come back.

He swings his legs once under the chair.

Then a low rumble reaches him. Faint and distant but growing.

His head tilts slightly. He pads across the floor, small footsteps light against the wood as he moves past the kitchen and into the living room.

The sound gets louder. Metal, weight and something heavy moving where it usually doesn’t.

He climbs onto the couch, pressing his knees into the cushions as his hands push the curtains aside.

Outside, large trucks roll past. Slow and Massive. Painted yellow, their surfaces dulled with dust and use. The kind that carry steel, concrete, things meant to change landscapes rather than pass through them.

Their engines hum low and steady. One after another.

Satoaki’s eyes widen slightly. “…Whoa.”

Behind him the bathroom door opens.

You step out, breath steadier now..but your chest still tight, your thoughts not yet settled.

The earlier moment still lingers in the back of your mind. Furniture lifting, air shifting, reality bending for just a second too long.

You’ve heard of abilities before, rare and dangerous things whispered about in fragments, never fully explained to you. You knew about Gojo’s background, enough to understand that he was considered something beyond normal sorcerers. Something untouchable. Something people trusted because they had no choice.

But knowledge and understanding were different things.

You glance over the the table and your son wasn't there anymore. Your heart jumps. You move quickly stepping into the kitchen. “Aki?” you called.

Then you see him by the open entrance of the living room, standing on the couch, perfectly fine.

Your breath releases in a quiet rush. Relief softens the tension in your shoulders just slightly.

He even sensed you before you say anything. He turns his head, bright blue eyes finding yours instantly. “Mommy—look!” His voice is light again. Like nothing had happened earlier.

You step closer, slower now. Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than necessary. Grounding yourself.

If something like that could appear in a child…then it could also grow. It could be used. It could become something you don’t control. Something you can’t protect him from.

You move beside him, one hand resting lightly on the back of the couch as you lean just enough to look past the curtain with him.

The trucks continue to pass.

“…Construction?” you murmur under your breath.

“What are those for?” Satoaki asks, eyes still fixed outside, curiosity clear in his voice.

“…Maybe they’re going to build something nearby” you say.

He glances up at you. “Like what?”

You look back out at the trucks again. At the equipment. At the way they move like something planned far ahead of your knowledge.

“…A mall, maybe?” you add after a moment. “That would be good for us.”

Satoaki’s eyes brighten slightly. “A mall? With toys? And food?”

“Mhm.”

He turns back to the window, clearly more interested now. “…Okay. That’s good then.”

You watch the trucks a little longer.

Then the last truck slowly disappears down the road. Heavy wheels rolling against the road until the sound slowly faded into distance, swallowed by the normalcy of the street again.

You stood there a moment longer than you needed to. Then your eyes drifted back to Satoaki.

He was still by the window, still watching even though the last truck was already gone. His small hands rested lightly against the glass curtain edge, eyes fixed on the empty road like he was expecting something else to follow it.

You didn’t speak right away, you just watched him. Something in your chest tightened again. Not from what happened earlier but from what it meant.

From the way he reacted so naturally. From how easily the world bent around him without him even trying.

A memory surfaced...half-formed, distant. Words you had once heard, warnings spoken in passing about rare bloodlines, inherited abilities, things that were never supposed to appear in children this young.

And more than that…something else you never truly understood about Satoru Gojo.

Not just that he was powerful but that power like his… was not something the world ever contained for long.

It influenced things. Changed them. Hurt them, sometimes, even without intention.

Your gaze lowers slightly to Satoaki again.

He hasn’t moved, still watching the empty street, still searching for something that’s no longer there.

A thought forms quietly. If this is already happening now…what happens when it grows? What happens when it doesn’t stay small anymore? What happens when you can’t tell anymore whether it’s protection…or something else entirely?

Your fingers curl slightly at your side. You want to call him. To pull him back. To keep things normal. To pretend none of this is anything more than a strange moment in an otherwise ordinary day.

But another thought follows...heavier this time. If you say something then everything changes.

Everything becomes real in a way you might not be ready to face and for the first time…you don’t know whether staying silent is protecting him…or delaying something you can no longer stop.

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Gojo x Reader

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BLUES

Once upon a time there was a woman who lived in a little village, near a marketplace.

She wasn’t special. No magic, no noble blood. Just someone who worked hard every day, selling what she could, smiling when she had to.

One day, a man came into her world.

But not just any man, he was…important. The kind of person people step aside for without realizing. The kind of person who doesn’t belong in places like hers.

He was like a prince.

Not the kind from storybooks with crowns and capes but the kind who carried a whole kingdom on his shoulders. Strong. Untouchable. Distant.

And yet…he looked at her. Not through her. Not past her.

Really looked at her like he knew the woman but couldnt name her.

At first, it was nothing. Just mere strangers taking glances that lasted a second too long. Passing by the same street more often than necessary. Exchange words that didn’t mean much.

Until they did.

But they never met in the open.

Never where everyone could see.

It was always hidden between walls, behind doors or in the quiet spaces where no one thought to look.

And he would come and go like the wind.

Never staying long. Never promising anything.

But every time he left, he made sure she knew he will always comeback.

And somehow, without either of them meaning to... those small moments became something bigger.

Something neither of them could stop.

They fell so in love.

Then one day, war came. Not the kind with swords and fire.

But the kind that demanded sacrifices.

The kind that didn’t care about love.

And the prince…had to do his duties for his kingdom.

He had to be with someone who could help his kingdom. Someone chosen for him long before he ever met the woman in the market.

But before he left, he spent one last day with the woman he loved.

A whole day where the world didn’t exist. Where there was no war, no responsibility...no future waiting to tear them apart.

And by morning…he was gone.

He believed it was the right thing to do.

Because loving her meant letting her go.

“…well that sucks!”

You blink, the present settling back in around you. The world shifts and the market was long gone, replaced by the quiet warmth of condo unit.

Beside you, a small boy looks up with a slight frown, white hair catching the light, striking blue eyes locked onto yours with a seriousness far too familiar.

“…There’s no happy ending!?” he adds, almost accusing.

For a moment, you just look at him. Really looked at him. And your chest tightens in a way that’s no longer painful, just full.

A soft laugh escapes you. “That’s not true.” You reach out, brushing your fingers gently through his soft white hair, smoothing it down even though it never quite stays. “There is a happy ending.”

He tilts his head slightly. “Where?”

Your smile deepens this time, warmer.

His expression shifts, confusion melting into something quieter as your thumb brushes lightly against his cheek.

Your gaze lingers on him, the reflection staring back at you. White hair, bright, impossible sky blue eyes.

A living, breathing echo of a love that was never meant to last...but did anyway.

“…that” you whisper softly. “is more than enough stories for tonight.”

“…No! I want mooorugh!”

It’s not even a request this time, it’s a demand.

You barely make it two steps out the doorway before his voice cuts through, sharper and laced with that unmistakable impatience he definitely did not get from you.

You stop and close your eyes for a brief second, then exhale. “…Satoaki” you call gently, though there’s a warning threaded in it.

“I’m not sleepy!”

You turn around and he's sitting up now, blanket pooled around his waist like a tiny king refusing to be dismissed, white hair sticking out in every direction, blue eyes narrowed at you like he’s already forming an argument.

“You said that was the ending but it’s not a good one!”

You lean lightly against the doorframe again, arms crossing loosely. “Well, not all stories have perfect endings sweetheart.”

“That’s lazy writing.”

The response is instant, it made you blink. “…Excuse me?”

He shrugs, completely unapologetic. “If the prince is strong, he should fix it or steal her back. That’s what I’d do.”

Your breath catches, just slightly. That reckless confidence. That belief that the world can be bent if you push hard enough. “…You would?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah.” He nods, completely certain. “If you love someone, you don’t just leave them. That’s dumb!”

Your gaze softens but there’s something heavier beneath it now. “Well...you don’t always get to choose like that.”

He squints at you, clearly unimpressed. “You’re the one who said he was like a prince and Prince can do whatever they want.”

A small, humorless smile tugs at your lips. “…No” you murmur. “They really can’t.”

He huffs, flopping back dramatically against his pillow. “Well, if I was the prince, I’d win the war and keep the girl!” he mutters. “It’s not that hard!”

You almost laugh, almost. You push yourself off the doorframe and walk back toward him, slower this time, softer. “so...Satoaki thinks everything is easy.”

“I don’t think...” he corrects, eyes peeking open just enough to glance at you. “I know.”

You raise a brow. “Oh? And how do you know?”

He points at himself, completely serious. “Because I’m me.”

That one actually slips through. A quiet laugh escapes you, shaking your head as you sit at the edge of his bed, fingers instinctively reaching up to smooth down his already unruly hair. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m right.” he counters, leaning slightly into your touch without realizing it.

Of course he is. At least…in his world.

Your hand stills for just a second as you look down at him. At the way he fits so easily into your life. At the way he carries pieces of someone who was never meant to stay.

“…What if the prince thought leaving was the way to protect her?” you ask softly.

Satoaki’s brows furrow immediately. “That’s still stupid.”

You let out a quiet breath. “He thought it was the right thing.”

“Well, he’s wrong.”

No hesitation. No doubt in his voice. Just certainty.

You study him for a moment longer, something in your chest tightening...not painfully, but enough to remind you it’s still there. “…You sound very sure.”

“I am.” he shifts again, curling slightly into his pillow, though his hand sneaks out to catch your sleeve like he’s making sure you don’t disappear too soon.

“You’re on the woman's side, right Mommy?” he asks, voice softer now, but still firm.

Your fingers brush lightly over his knuckles.“…I try to be.”

“Good.” He relaxes just a little. “If I ever meet a Prince ike that, I’m gonna tell him he made a bad decision!”

A faint smile curves your lips. “I’m sure you will.”

“And if the Prince says sorry...” Satoaki adds, already half drifting, “I’ll think about forgiving him.”

You blink. “…You’ll think about it?”

“Yeah.” A small pause. “Depends if I like him.”

There’s a quiet huff of laughter in your chest.

You lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“…Goodnight aki” you whisper.

His grip on your sleeve loosens, but not completely.

“…mommy...stay a little” he mumbles.

You hesitate just for a moment. Then you shift, sitting more comfortably at his side, your hand resting lightly in his hair as his breathing slowly evens out.

And even as sleep takes him, there’s still that faint crease between his brows. Like he’s already trying to understand a world that doesn’t make sense yet.

The morning air in Kyushu was still soft and quiet in a way that only ordinary people knew. The kind of quiet that doesn’t belong to curses, nor to anything that should be watching.

You walked with Satoaki’s small hand wrapped firmly in yours. Warm and Familiar.

He kept pace beside you like he always did, obedient in public, composed in that strangely controlled way that made people think he was just a well-behaved child. White hair slightly messy from sleep, uniform neatly pressed because you had done it twice before leaving.

Behind you, your phone buzzed again.

Another message asking about files are on your desk.

Please confirm the report by noon.

It’s your day off but you exhale sharply through your nose and your thumb moves quickly over the screen as you walk, replying without fully stopping. Your eyes flick between messages and the path ahead, irritation building quietly in your chest.

“On my desk...” you type. “I’ll check when I can.”

Another buzz, so quick to reply that you couldn't ignore it this time.

Satoaki doesn’t complain. He rarely does in the mornings. He just walks. Quiet and Steady.

But then something changes in the air.

It feels like pressure where there shouldn’t be any. Like the world briefly forgets how to breathe properly.

Satoaki slows his pace just slightly. Your fingers coming loose around his hand without you realizing it and he looks back.

It clings to the side of a building you pass every day.

At first glance, it looks like nothing. A smear of shadow where sunlight should be. A distortion that refuses to stay still. But if you looked longer, if you could see what he sees...it would resemble something half-formed, like ink spilled into the shape of a body that forgot how to exist correctly.

A curse.

Its presence is wrong in a very specific way.

Its cursed energy is thin but stretched like something starving, pulled into existence by leftover fear and irritation from people who passed by without noticing it. It clings to surfaces rather than standing, as if it doesn’t fully understand how to separate itself from the wall.

And yet when Satoaki looks at it, it changes.

The air around it tightens, as if something unseen is pressing inward.

The curse does not move forward. It does not attack. It simply…pauses. Like it has noticed something it cannot interpret. Its instincts is screaming to stay still.

Satoaki stops walking.

And you don’t notice immediately, not until you realize that something was missing.

Your steps continue one more beat before you realize he isn’t beside you anymore and quickly turn. “Satoaki.”

Your voice is calm but your eyes sharpen instantly when you see him.

He’s standing half a step behind you now, head tilted slightly upward, staring at the side of the building with quiet focus.

Locked in.

Like he’s having a conversation no one else can hear.

A small furrow forms between his brows.

The curse energy shifts again.

It flickers, uncertain.

You can’t see anything but you feel it that subtle wrongness in the air that your instincts have learned to ignore for his sake.

Your breath catches just a little.

He’s doing it again.

Satoaki doesn’t blink.

The curse remains pressed against the wall, unmoving now, as if held there by something it doesn’t understand. Its presence trembles, not physically, but energetically, like it’s caught between retreat and recognition.

Because it can feel it too.

The boy isn’t normal.

Like standing too close to something that does not acknowledge you as real.

For the first time, the curse does not hunger.

It hesitates and then it disappears.

Satoaki finally blinks slowly, then he turns back toward you like nothing happened. Casual and almost bored.

You are already standing still. You didn’t realize how long you were standing there, your phone still in your hand, screen dimmed and forgotten.

For a moment, neither of you speaks.

He walks back to you, small steps and unhurried. He takes your hand again, like he never let go.

You don’t ask. You don’t look back. Because you already know what it was.

And he knows that you know.

That’s the worst part. The silent agreement between you both, that this is something you are not saying out loud.

He squeezes your hand once lightly like reassurance.

You swallow whatever rises in your throat and keep walking. “aki...” you call softly.

He hums in response and looks up at you.

“Stay close this time, okay?” you exhale quietly through your nose.

“…okay Mommy.”

And just like that, he matches your pace again. Except nothing about him is normal anymore.

And you both know it.

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Gojo x Reader

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BLUES 5.

Back at the house where Gojo and his students stayed, the atmosphere had shifted completely.

The old wooden house creaked softly, evening breeze slipping through the windows and in the middle of all that calm night we're two fully grown adults being aggressively tied together on the floor.

“Tighter.” Nobara instructed while pulling harshly on the rope around Kaia.

“OW—!” Kaia hissed. “You’re pulling my hair!”

“That’s the least of your problems.” Nobara answered immediately.

Nearby, Yuji struggled trying to tie Kuuro who kept wiggling around dramatically. “Can you stop moving?!”

“I have weak joints!” Kuuro complained loudly.

“You were surfing a sand tsunami two hours ago!” Yuji shouted back.

From the kitchen doorway, Megumi watched the scene silently before sighing. “…This feels illegal”

“It is legal if Gojo-sensei says it is.” Nobara answered confidently.

Further away near the hallway, Gojo stood casually on the phone. “Yes, yes.” He hummed lazily. “We caught an illegal exorcism group in the area. Not really sure how many there are though, for now we caught two.” As he spoke, his head drifted toward the living room.

Towards you and Satoaki.

On the other line, Yaga hummed. “Good work.” He pause. “But I doubt those two are the only ones considering the reports we received.”

Gojo leaned lightly against the wall. “…Yeah.” That was all he answered because his thoughts weren’t on the mission anymore, not even close.

The basement door stood open.

Kuuro and Kaia stared downward into complete darkness. “No no no WAIT—”

Nobara kicked them both from behind. “GOODNIGHT!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH—!” the couple shouts.

Nobara slams it shut.

Yuji slowly looked down at the closed basement door. “Phew! Good job Nobara!”

Megumi rubbed his temple. “I’m pretending I didn’t see it.”

Meanwhile Gojo had already ended the call and quietly walked to the living room.

You were seated on the couch when you sensed him approaching and turned your head, meeting blindfolded eyes.

The air instantly changed, Gojo almost halted in his steps. Even though he couldn't see you, he sensed it.

Satoaki noticed it too and his expression soured immediately. Without hesitation he jumped off the couch and stood between the two of you, facing Gojo.

“Satoaki..” you called softly.

But your son didn’t move.

Gojo on the other hand didn’t seem threatened at all. In fact, his lips slowly curled upward, amused.

Satoaki puffed his cheeks angrily, tiny fists clenched and the air around him distorted slightly as he activates his ability.

Pressure built instantly through the room.

But only this time, Gojo didn’t move an inch. Not even slightly. His smirk widened then slowly crouched down in front of him, wiggling one finger teasingly. “You’re not the only one with that ability, kid.”

Satoaki’s face scrunched immediately in irritation then slowly he backed away, until he bumped into your legs.

You smiled small seeing his defeated reaction and carefully lifted him into your lap before things escalated further. “Can we be nice please?” You asked your son softly while brushing your fingers through his hair.

Satoaki only crossed his arms, still glaring at the man in front of him. At the man who unknowingly created him.

Carefully, Gojo made his way to the couch and sat beside you leaving a comfortable gap. “So…” He crossed his legs and clasped his hands together loosely between his propped knee. “How old is he?” He doesn't face you fully, just head facing slightly aside.

You looked at him quietly, then down at Satoaki. Your arm rested gently across your son’s lap as if your restraining him. “He’s five.” You answered.

Gojo smiled at that, and then his head tilted facing down. He smiled but it seemed empty...like it was more on disappointment toward himself. Like he had suddenly realized exactly how much time he lost. “…It’s been that long huh?”

Your chest tightened painfully. “…Yeah” You muttered. “It has.”

Silence settled quickly between you both.

Gojo started to lightly kicked his feet against the air absentmindedly, trying to form the right words in his head. “Did you…” He swallowed quietly. “…ever had plans to tell me?”

Your eyes widened but only for a second before anyone could notice. Your thumb brushed gently against Satoaki’s skin as you took your time thinking, also forming the right words to say.

Meanwhile Satoaki’s earlier hostility slowly faded into exhaustion, the emotional outburst and the power usage had probably drained him. He slowly leaned against your chest sleepily, still facing Gojo, still acting like a guard dog.

“I didn’t…” You started quietly. “…have plans.” You adjusted Satoaki’s head gently into a more comfortable position but he stubbornly resisted, still wanting to face Gojo. “Because I…” Your voice softened painfully. “…wasn’t sure if...I was ever going to...see you again.” The sadness in your voice hit instantly.

Even inches away Gojo felt it and regret boiled violently inside his chest. His foot stopped kicking and slowly he looked upward and sighed. His lips formed into a small smile, again, it's empty. A smile that's full of disappointment. Not towards you but, to himself. “…I understand” He paused. “It’s my fault.”

You shifted your head to look at him. Even with the blindfold covering his eyes, you knew him enough to notice it. His throat tightening, breathing uneven. Like he was stopping himself from breaking apart.

And honestly, after all these years you were surprised that you still understood him. Because despite everything, Gojo didn't seem to change. Yes, he was strong, calculated, advanced beyond everyone around him.

But beneath all that power was still someone painfully human. Someone who gets hurt. Someone who feels pressured. Someone forced to sacrifice pieces of himself for everyone else. Especially him, most especially him.

And you understood that from the very beginning. Even when it hurt, even when there was pain in choosing him. Because that was what made you love him in the first place.

Gojo was extraordinary yet somehow still human.

You reached out your free arm to him and held his arm. “You have no fault, Satoru.” You whispered. “I understood what you had to do, even back then.” Your thumb rubbed softly against his sleeve.

Gojo flinched immediately but he didn’t pull away. His lips quivered slightly at the affection.

“I don’t blame you.” You continued quietly.

And as if your last words were his boiling point, Gojo suddenly rose up on the couch and cleared his throat, pulling away completely from your touch. Almost like staying beside you any longer would destroy the composure he built for years. “You can use my room to rest.” He said quietly with his back turned toward you. “Stay here tonight until we sort everything.”

And before you could answer, he carefully walked away from the living room.

You watched him leave with worried eyes then slowly looked down seeing that your son had already fallen asleep against your chest.

When Gojo stepped out of the living room, in the corner of his eye his students were crowded at the kitchen wall separating the living and the kitchen. They were completely frozen mid-eavesdrop.

Yuji still had his mouth slightly open like he expected yelling, crying or at least someone throwing something.

Beside him, Nobara blinked twice in disappointment, clearly stunned the confrontation ended without dramatic screaming.

And Megumi who quietly looked away the second Gojo noticed them, though the slight tension in his shoulders exposed he had been listening the entire time too.

Gojo doesn't say anything and just left the house for the night.

When morning came, three large black truck rolled into the property. It had a huge container in the back that had yellow papers sticked around it, like it was some jail for cursed spirits.

You stood at your bedroom window holding your breath absentmindedly as unfamiliar people stepped out, one after another.

You saw Yuji yawning loudly as he exits the house while dragging the captive, Kuuro toward the truck.

“You people are insane!” Kaia shouted while being shoved forward into the back of the truck.

Nearby, Megumi quietly handed over paperwork to one of the operatives.

The entire scene felt strangely normal to them but not to you.

You slowly stepped back from the window wondering if this was the same treatment your son is going to get... and you carefully looked at the couch next to you.

Your son peeking at the window seeing the same scene and was awfully quiet.

A knock came lightly against the wooden door.

It made you flinch and turned to the sound seeing Gojo at the entrance of the bedroom, calm stature...altought his body seemed stiff and his eyes continue to hide beneath the blindfold.

Gojo's head shifted toward the window. “Don't worry, they’ll leave soon.”

You didn’t answer immediately, cause truthfully your thoughts were circling back to your son, Satoaki.

What happens now?

But Gojo didn’t seem to miss the anxious look crossing your face. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Don't stress.” He said calmly. “I havent told anyone about the situation.”

You blinked slightly, that answer should have relieved you. Instead, it made you curious. “Why haven't you?” The question escaped before you could stop it.

Gojo's gaze shifted to you. “I wanted to talk to you first.” His voice came quieter than before. “I figured you deserved that much.”

Outside, the trucks began beeping while reversing away from the property.

“And, this might be a sudden request but..” He paused briefly. “You two should move to Tokyo.”

Your eyes widened a bit, taken a back by his request.

“For safety.” Gojo continues and looked towards the window, but when you followed his line of sight, it was more like he was looking towards Satoaki.

The child had turned slightly toward him now. Small brows furrowed, lips pressed into a pout and clearly disapproving of whatever Gojo was saying.

Almost like he understood enough to know this strange man was suddenly trying to involve himself too much in your lives.

“If my calculations are correct, the couple earlier had probably spread the news by now. And not to brag but...I'm a bit of a celebrity in the sorcerer world.” he shrugged.

Your brows furrowed, worried and your arms crossed but it was more like you were hugging yourself for comfort.

“I'm sorry Y/N. This can't be hidden anymore.” His tone became more serious. “And…I can’t promise things will go smoothly after this...” He paused as his jaw tightened slightly. “…especially with my family.”

The words lingered in the air longer than they should have.

For a moment, your mind went quiet trying to process it. Because the entire reason why you hid Satoaki all these years wasn’t out of spite. It wasn’t out of anger or revenge.

You just never wanted to become another burden in Gojo’s life.

You knew the responsibility he carried and the expectations placed on his shoulders. Back then when he left, you weren't angry. You just put the puzzles together.

So when you found out about your pregnancy. You convinced yourself that staying away was the kinder choice. Because you thought, if Gojo never knew, then he wouldn’t have to choose between his world and you again.

You never wanted to trap him with another responsibility. Never wanted him to feel obligated. You just wanted him to be...free. Just like how he always felt when his around you.

But at the mention of his family...

People like them didn’t exist in a vacuum.

Your eyes shifted to Satoaki.

Would they accept him? Or would they see him as something that didn’t belong?

Your heart stuttered painfully, there was a pause in your breathing and that quiet spiral starting to form.

Gojo sees it, but his expression didn’t change. “You’re thinking too far ahead.” His voice was even, calm. Then he added, slightly tilting his head towards you. “There are things you don't need to solve in your head right now.” He adjusted his posture a little, keeping distance. “Right now, he’s safe..and so are you” He exhales. “As long as I’m here, it stays that way.”

Your gaze lifted upward. Something in your chest tightened after hearing his words.

His eyes flicked briefly toward where Satoaki was earlier, then back to you. “And if people have opinions about him later…” He shrugged faintly. “They’ll deal with me.” There was no threat in his tone, just inevitability, proud.

There was something unsettling about how easily he said it. Like consequences didn’t scare him and opposition was already accounted for.

And it should have comforted you, and part of it did but another part of you stayed quiet because...when someone says “they’ll deal with me” so simply, you start to understand just how many things he’s already had to dealt with alone.

His words were simple and contained. His not asking you to trust him blindly, but just taking certain weights out of your hands as if it was already decided they didn’t belong there anymore.

You looked at him a little differently today. You felt your shoulders ease just slightly.

The conversation in the side cabin doesn’t fully settle into calm, but it shifts enough that you eventually accept the direction of where things are going.

Now you’re all on the train heading toward Tokyo.

The atmosphere is contained but not peaceful, just managed.

You sit next to the walkway with Satoaki by the window next to you.

Satoru Gojo is seated across from him. Relaxed posture, one arm draped casually, same unreadable confidence as always. But now his attention is mostly on the child.

Satoaki is visibly sulking, arms crossed, chin slightly lifted like he was refusing this trip, refusing the man infront of him that he kept secretly glancing at but doesn’t want to be caught noticing Gojo.

You try to hold in a laugh.

Meanwhile Gojo notices every single one of those glances Satoaki makes.

Across the aisle, the students are already reacting in their own ways:

Yuji is leaning forward, whispering too loudly. “…He’s actually staring him down.”

Nobara snorts. “That kid is terrifying. Why is he five and acting like a mafia boss?”

Megumi just watches quietly.

Meanwhile, Gojo finally breaks the silence between him and Satoaki.

“You know..” he says casually, tilting his head slightly.. “You’re doing that thing where you try to look intimidating but you’re actually just small.”

Satoaki’s eye twitches. “I am NOT small.”

Gojo hums like he’s considering it. “…Debatable.”

Satoaki leans forward slightly in his seat. The air around him subtly tightens, his energy flickering just a bit.

Gojo doesn’t flinch and just smiles wider. “Oh, nice. You can already do pressure control. But don't think I can't depressure that.”

That earns him a sharper glare.

Your eyebrows furrowed in worry, eyes closed with a small smile at Gojo's teasing. You also didn't try to intterup this first father and son moment.

Yuji immediately whispers “…Sensei is provoking a child.”

Nobara whispers back “It's his child.”

Gojo continues like nothing is happening and rested his arms, leaning forward on the table. “So what do you do when you get annoyed? Explode things? Cry? Both?”

Satoaki’s cheeks puff slightly. “I don’t cry.”

That makes you blink, then you let out a quiet, almost breathy exhale through your nose. Not quite a laugh, but more like disbelief softened by affection.

Your hand instinctively lifts, stroking his white spikey hair on the side, letting him keep his stubborn pride intact for now.

“Sure.” Gojo nods solemnly. “Neither do I.”

Then Satoaki abruptly looks away again, clearly annoyed he’s being engaged at all but now slightly less hostile than before, just stubborn.

Gojo leans back in his seat a little, voice lowering just enough that it feels less like teasing now. “You’re stronger than you should be for your age, kid.”

Satoaki glances back at him briefly.

That sentence makes your attention shift too. Your eyes flick from Satoaki to Gojo.

The casual way Gojo says it doesn’t sit lightly with you because you already know what that means.

You glance at Satoaki again.

The sulking face, puffed cheeks and that stubborn refusal to be moved.

Your expression softens again, but this time it carries a trace of worry underneath it.

Then Gojo continues, still casual but more precise now. “It's dangerous...” he tilts his head. “but fixable.”

Soon the night settled fully over the bullet train.

The students were fully asleep on their seats with Megumi smart enough to occupy an empty bench so he can lay down more comfortably.

The carriage lights dimmed slightly, leaving only the soft overhead glow and the steady rhythm of wheels cutting through tracks.

Most of the cabin was asleep now, only Gojo was still awake.

He leaned back in his seat, head resting lightly against the wall, eyes open but unfocused as he watched the dark blur outside the window.

The reflection of passing lights flickered across the glass.

Then his gaze shifted.

Your jacket had slipped slightly off your shoulder. Not fully falling but just enough that the cold air could reach you.

A long arm reached immediately. Without much movement, he grabs the fabric over and gently adjusted it back into place. Careful, almost absent-minded.

His eyes moved next to Satoaki, the child was asleep in an awkward position. Foot up on the back rest and in an Egyptian pose clearly an uncomfortable position with one arm folded oddly, head tilted too far to one side, stubborn looking even unconscious.

Gojo stared for a moment and his lower lip pressed between his teeth as he tried to hold back a quiet laugh. “…Ridiculous.” He murmured under his breath. Still, he stood up slightly and reached over, carefully fixed the jacket over Satoaki properly, smoothing it down so it wouldn’t slip. Slow and precise.

He leaned back again and the quiet returned.

But this time, it wasn’t empty, it was full.

His thoughts drifted without permission. To the name of his boy.

Satoaki.

Close to his own, too close to ignore.

He exhaled slowly through his nose and his gaze moved subtly toward you.

You were asleep, tired in the way only someone who has been carrying too much for too long can be. Your presence looked softer like this, less guarded, less prepared for consequences.

Gojo watched you for a long moment.

Long enough that it stopped feeling like an observation and started feeling like memory overlapping with reality. His thoughts drifted further than he meant.

What would life be now if he had stayed with you? If things had gone differently...would there have been a life where none of this felt like catching up to something already broken?

His jaw tightened faintly, because that wasn’t a question he could answer cleanly. Not anymore, not with the position he was in and certainly not with what he had become responsible for.

Still, the feeling didn’t go away. It lingered, unfinished and unspoken.

He looked back out the window. The night rushing past them.

Whatever he felt, whatever history still lingered between you two...there was something present now that anchored everything else.

The reality sitting right in front of him.

Satoaki.

And for once, that was enough to keep him still.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth.

Because beyond the train windows, beyond the darkness and distant city lights waiting on the horizon...was Tokyo.

And Tokyo meant questions. The higher-ups, the clans, the people who would notice things. People who would see Satoaki not as a child but as power, potential.

A threat.

Gojo's fingers tapped once against his arm, thoughtful.

For the first time since finding you again, uncertainty settled beside him.

But no matter what happened next, he knew one thing.

The moment this train arrived...everything would change.

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V.

You were leaning sitting in one of the picnic tables at the side of the gym, the hum of students fading into the background as your thoughts replayed the fire exit scene.

The image of Mei Mei claiming Toji, and the way your presence had thrown her off, kept looping in your head. You felt a pang of foolishness...why hadn’t you listened to your brothers’ warnings? Why had you let yourself get caught in someone else’s drama, even for just a second?

A sigh escaped your lips and you barely noticed Mai tugging at your sleeve.

“Earth to Y/N! Hello? Are you even listening?” she teased, swatting lightly at your arm.

You snapped back to reality, offering a sheepish grin. “Sorry…I was just thinking.”

Mai huffed, rolling her eyes. “Thinking? You mean overthinking.”

You muttered something under your breath but from across the courtyard, movement caught your attention...Toji, leaning casually against the wall near the bleachers, watching you. Not the way a casual friend would, but like he’d finally admitted something heavy to himself and couldn’t quite let go. The weight in his gaze made your stomach twist.

Toji’s chest felt tight, a foolish heaviness settling over him. He had just realized what he actually felt for you, but the thought of admitting it aloud, even to himself... was terrifying. Especially to your brothers. He shifted slightly, unwilling to let anyone see, eyes never leaving you as Mai jabbed at you playfully.

And then, like a predator sensing opportunity, Mei Mei appeared. She slid past a group of students nearby, graceful and confident, yet sharp-eyed. Her gaze followed Toji’s line of sight and she caught you immediately. The girl from the fire exit, the one Mai always hung around, with twin brothers in tow.

Mei Mei leaned slightly toward Toji, lowering her voice just enough to seem casual. “So…what’s caught your attention over there? Looking at her?”

Her tone was teasing, confident, like she wasn’t trying to stake a claim but the underlying question carried a subtle edge. Toji’s heart skipped. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice the small pull he felt, especially not her.

He swallowed, forcing a casual shrug. “Nothing, just…thinking.”

Mei Mei’s smile tilted mischievously. “You? Thinking? That’s a bad sign. I don’t think you’re the type.”

Toji stiffened slightly, caught off-guard. He quickly diverted his eyes, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants and walked away without another word.

But Mei Mei had seen enough.

For once, he didn’t want to be around her and that refusal...the subtle dismissal stung in a way she hadn’t expected. Someone so confident, so used to attention…suddenly challenged by a presence that didn’t even need to fight back.

Her eyes flicked toward you at the table, calm and detached. A spark of vengeful irritation appeared in her eyes...she hadn’t expected you to have such a pull towards Toji, even she was aware of Toji’s habits she knew she had a new obstacle to deal with.

Mai’s voice was background static. “…and then Maki said—Y/N...is your mind floating again?”

Suddenly two polished hands slams ontop your table hard enough to rattle the items on top of your table.

You looked up in surprise.

Mei Mei stood there, smiling...not friendly, not hostile… just calculating. The kind of smile that knew things she shouldn’t. “Hello, pretty girl” she sang softly.

You blinked once, confused and turned to Mai who stiffened by the sudden slam.

“Mei Mei…” Mai blinked up at her, clutching her chest from the sudden slam on the table.

“Hungry? You look…drained.” Mei Mei comments at you.

Your eyebrows only furrowed. There was also something off in the air too...heavy and sharp.

“What do you think, Mai?” Mei Mei cooed, the sweetness too tight around the edges. “Doesn’t she look…tired?” Her eyes never even flicked toward Mai but used her name like a prop, not a person.

Mai swallowed and forced a small laugh, trying to keep the peace. “Uh… maybe—maybe she was up all night studying?”

Mei Mei tilted her head, pretending interest. “Studying?” she echoed. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Your eyes squinted trying to figure out what game was she was playing. Mei Mei was also not wearing her popular persona...right now she sounded like a psycho.

Mei Mei laughed under her breath. “Relax. I just wanted to ask something.”

You blinked slow.

“Just curious~” she continued, tapping her lip “How does someone like you get Toji’s attention so effortlessly?” Her voice carried loud, intentional. Small gasps erupted around the tables courtyard. Some students stilled, conversations froze.

Mai froze.

You said nothing.

Mei Mei leaned closer, voice still feather-light, polite even but the blade was beneath it. “Because he’s…busy with me, you know? Most nights.” A lazy shrug. “No big declaration, just fun.”

You didn’t blink. Didn’t react. You were trying not to feed into it and that bothered her more than any insult could have.

“So...” Mei went on, tone lilting sweet “Whatever misunderstanding is floating around between you and him...I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself by assuming it meant something.”

Mai whispered “Mei…What are you talking about?”

“Anyway!” Mei Mei chirped, straightening her uniform collar, smile returning like freshly glossed lipstick. “I just thought I’d clarify before you…get attached.”

Still no response.

She faltered but just a fraction...so she added one more sting...not loud, not dramatic, just placed like poison in tea. “Men like Toji...” she said quietly “Don’t fall for girls like you. He plays with them.” she emphasized.

Your gaze steady, unflinching. Girls like Mei Mei who wore her poise like lip gloss and her entitlement like perfume...you knew them well especially in high school where they always thought you were your brothers girlfriend which was absolutely disgusting by the way.

Because of that incident you got a lot threats and because of that...Suguru taught you this part of the world early.

Girls like that didn’t get hostile because they were strong. They became hostile the moment their place was threatened. Insecurity didn’t cry or tremble. It sharpened, leaned forward and pretended it was above you.

And today, because of Suguru, you saw every crack she tried so hard to lacquer over.

“I appreciate your, concern.” you said calmly. “But you seem awfully nervous for someone who claims to own him.” and you faced back to Mai.

Mei Mei stood there, her smile twitched, gaze sharp, ego bruised in a way she’d never admit. She spun on her heel, walking off with perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect fury hidden under perfume.

Mai blinked after her, confusion knotting her brows. “…What…just happened?” she muttered, almost dazed. “Who was that?”

You exhaled slowly, still watching Mei Mei’s silhouette disappear into the courtyard crowd. “That...” you said quietly...not cruel, not gloating, just honest. “...was your friend. The real one.”

It hit Mai like cold water. Her eyes widened, hand covering her mouth, the realization cracking through all her assumptions at once. “She...she’s been nice to me since freshman year!” Mai whispered, shaken. “But… that didn’t feel like her at all.”

“No...” you corrected gently, picking up your bag “...that didn’t feel like the version she wanted you to see.”

Mai stood frozen, betrayed not by an event but by clarity. Her mind raced, rewinding Mei Mei’s words, the sly teasing, the impossible confidence that hid so much.

Then remembered something that caught her breath... Mai leaned in, pressing a palm gently over your lips as if to stop you from denying it before she could hear more. “Is it true? You…you’re seeing Toji?” she whispered, eyes wide, voice barely audible over the hum of the courtyard.

You blinked, caught off guard...shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and swallow a lump on your neck “…I-It’s not like that...just-” you started, fumbling for words that didn’t quite fit the moment.

Mai’s gasp escaped before she could stop it, and she scooted closer, eyes sparkling with urgency and mischief. “Come on, spill it! I need to hear the whole thing!”

You felt her expectant gaze, heavy and curious. For a brief moment the world narrowed to just the two of you at that table but Mei Mei’s earlier presence still lingering like a shadow in your mind.

Meanwhile somewhere above the floors was Sukuna who had seen everything and wanted to clap so badly.

From Toji earlier this morning, the stolen glances to Mei Mei cornering you with sugar-laced barbs.

He popped a piece of gum into his mouth, watching the telenovela masterpiece unfold without involving himself, yet. “Well, well...” He muttered to himself, grin slicing wide. “Toji, you poor bastard. You like her and now your twat knows...what else do you have under your sleeves?”

He wasn’t in any hurry to intervene, this was pure entertainment. But what really held his attention was you…unflinching, unshaken, not a hint of embarrassment.

Seeing you handle yourself solo…but made him think twice.

The first time he saw your authority was at the chicken place and thought he knew your limits. Well now he was wrong. Your calm, unflinching, completely in control…and alone. For someone with older twin brothers, he never expected you could hold your own like this. It was impressive.

Then, with hands in pockets, he left the balcony, more invested than he’d admit.

Word hadn’t even had a chance to breathe, less than a minute and the entire school was already humming with it.

Mei Mei’s pride, the hallway stand-off, Toji’s name dropped like a grenade, your involvement…and suddenly you were headline material.

The third party, a scandal. Mei Mei the official girlfriend and you the thief. The rumor mill was faster.

When Suguru and Gojo entered their classroom, Gojo was mid-yawn and half asleep.

Kenjaku was already slumped over his desk, face half buried in folded arms, while Mahito lazily braided a neat, shining line through the back of his hair.

Gojo stared for a moment, then pointed. “Hey. Do that to me too so I’ll fall asleep faster.”

He dragged a chair next to them and collapsed forward dramatically. Mahito didn’t even blink, his hands simply shifted, now braiding Gojo’s snow-white hair with expert boredom.

Suguru, however, paused. Not because of Mahito braid-salon services, but because the room felt…off.

People were staring. Not with their usual awe. Not with admiration. Something smaller. Sharper. Judgmental.

Suguru set his bag down, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why is everyone acting like they swallowed knives?”

Mahito hummed, fingers looping a strand. “They’ve been doing it since we walked in. No one’s said anything to me yet though.”

Suguru’s response was a thoughtful grunt and then a girl with short hair approached, two of he friends glued behind her like backup dancers. “Hi, Suguru...” she greeted shyly, tucking her bob behind her ear.

“Hey. What’s up?” Suguru smiled in that warm, composed way that made half the campus malfunction.

“Well… uhm…” She leaned in, lowering her voice even though everyone clearly wanted to hear. “Have you uhm...heard about the gossip?...about your sister?”

Suguru blinked. Mahito stopped braiding mid-air. “…No” Suguru answered slowly. “What gossip?”

“Well…they said she slept with Toji Fushiguro and Mei Mei confronted her at the court—”

That was all it took. The senior building doors slammed open in the next hallway and Suguru was already gone. He sprinted like the floor was lava, hair loose, composure abandoned.

Mahito shot to his feet the moment he was able to sense him furious “WAIT—SUGURU—HEY—!” Mahito yelled, chasing after him with zero grace.

Suguru didn’t answer. He was a man possessed. “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!” Suguru roared, skidding through the hallways, yanking open doors, startling freshman, checking every possible corner where Toji could exist, have existed or might someday exist.

Mahito, panting behind him, pointed wildly. “I DON’T KNOW! WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!”

Back in the classroom. Gojo and Kenjaku slumbered peacefully. Both with perfectly braided hair, untouched by gossip, war, or life itself.

Meanwhile Toji had been in the most peaceful state, sprawled beneath the gym tree, arms folded behind his head, sun warm on his face, completely detached from campus noise.

Until two freshmen girls skidded to the grass right beside him, breathless and buzzing like gossiping sparrows. “—she confronted Y/N about Toji right in the courtyard and Mei Mei was like stay away from my man hoe—”

Toji’s eyes opened. He didn’t move yet, just tilted his head forward...slow, deliberate...casting his shadow over them like an eclipse.

The sunlight vanished from their laps. They froze, heads lifting.

Toji was usually attractive trouble...smirk, lazy eyes, expensive uniform jacket undone. But this version was silent, sharp and dark around the edges made their spines ice. “What the hell did you just say?” His voice was low and confused.

The girls glanced at each other, panic bubbling. They didn’t answer. They just scrambled up, nearly tripping over their skirts, rushing off while whispering.

“I told you to check the back—”

“I didn't know he'd be there?!”

Toji sat up, rubbing the back of his neck once but tension seeped in anyway...jaw locked, eyes narrowing.

Mei Mei confronting you? And claiming him publicly? 💬

Claiming him wasn't a surprise, many have tried to start that rumor...but saying that you were some intrusion? That's trouble. Toji rose to his feet, slow and heavy not with anger but with a strange, rattling realization. If your brothers found out about this...if the whispers had already reached them or worse...reached you in their ugliest form, twisted and loud. He didn't kniw how you'd take it especially after you just spotted him and Mei from the fire exit.

His thoughts swung between two names like a pendulum he couldn’t stop. Mei Mei. You.

Who to find first? Who to talk to? Who to correct? 💬

His body hasn't decided yet his legs carrying him forward before his mind could pick a destination...but just then, past the gym walls, past the track, past the panicked whispers following in his wake. That’s when he saw you.

He saw you first. Right in the middle of the grassy track field, shoes sinking lightly in turf, posture relaxed with an expression bright as if rumor explosions and hallway venom hadn’t existed at all.

You and Mai were laughing and counting joggers, nudging shoulders, all sunlight and easy noise. No fracture visible on the surface.

But Toji knew better now. His steps slowed, almost faltered. Something in his chest tightened at how untouched you looked…or maybe how hard you were trying to look untouched by the gossips?

Mai noticed him first, her chatter cutting short.

You followed her line of sight and your body reacted before your brain did, your shoulders rising, your fingers curling into your sleeves like instinct.

Toji stopped in front of you. Not close enough to intimidate...just close enough to feel the air shift. His eyes weren’t dark or sly today. Blank…and yet incredibly unsure. He opened his mouth...once, twice...but nothing.

For a man who never failed to have words, smirks or lines, silence was the truest confession.

You waited for him to say sosmthing, but the grass felt too quiet, the students jogging too loud and you suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. Your dropped gaze, your withheld breath, your quiet discomfort...pierced him.

Something inside Toji softened, almost painfully. He realize how he'd teased you so easily, cornered you playfully, stolen glances, stolen reactions but this...not meeting his eyes because he knew you were probably hurt…felt different.

Why can’t I talk to her? Why can’t I just say it? Why is it so damn loud in my chest? 💬

His heart was beating too fast for someone who was supposedly casual. Finally, like forcing gravel through his throat, his voice cracked out, rough-edged “…How are you?”

You blinked. Like he’d spoken a foreign language. The concept of Toji Fushiguro checking on you was unbelievingly tender. Your cheeks warmed despite yourself. “U-uhm…I’m alright” you managed, shoulders rising in a tiny, shy shrug. “You?”

Mai pressed a fist to her lips, dying not to squeal.

Toji cleared his throat, nodding once, too stiff for someone who supposedly didn’t care. “That’s…” He swallowed, eyes flickering away once “…good to hear.”

But the thing he really wanted to ask, the thing burning at the back of his tongue.

Did you hear what they’re saying? Did it hurt you? Did Mei Mei scare you? 💬

He couldn’t form it. Couldn’t shape the worry without sounding exposed.

You kicked the toe of your shoe into the grass, trying to pretend your face wasn’t red, trying to hold your usual composure.

Toji searched your face, not for flirtation or entertainment but for bruises the rumor might’ve left. He didn’t see any. And somehow, that made him more unsteady.

You were fine...or were trying to be fine? 💬

He opened his mouth again...hesitation trembling at the edges “I… I heard somethi—”

That's when Suguru spotted him and came in like a storm. No warning, just a blur of dark uniform and fury as his fist cut through the air toward Toji’s jaw.

Toji dodged. Sharp, effortless, practiced.

You gasped. “Oniichan?!”

Suguru didn’t even acknowledge your voice. His focus was carved, deadly, aimed at one person alone. Another swing and Toji leaned back, avoiding it by inches.

A kick followed and again...Toji was able to block it with his forearm this time, muscle and instinct meeting impact with a dull thud.

Students slowed on the track.

Jogging turned to staring.

Whispers turned to silence.

When Suguru’s balance faltered from the blocked kick, you acted on instinct and held him back by the chest.

“What are you doing!?” you felt confused of his sudden act of violence.

Even Mai, who’d joked with Suguru a thousand times, stared like she was seeing someone new.

Suguru’s voice broke from restraint into raw anger “I told you to stay away from her, you manwhore!”

The word struck harder than his fists. Toji froze...not because he couldn’t fight but because the insult hit somewhere he didn’t expect “…Suguru, you—don’t misunderstand. I was just—”

Suguru shoved past you, grip tight, aiming for another punch but much faster this time, angrier.

Toji stepped aside, jaw clenched, patience fraying.

All of Suguru’s built-up resentment, all the silent disapproval, all the whispered warnings, Suguru let them burn through his fists. But every dodge Toji did left him lowkey shocked how fast he could avoid him.

“Suguru—enough...” Toji exhaled, palms raised, voice taut. “You’re not listening.”

But Suguru was beyond listening, beyond logic, beyond restraint. He spit, breath shaking. “We told you once, a thousand times to stay away from my sister—and you still—”

Toji’s brows furrowed, patience thinning. “…I get it. You must’ve heard the rumors. But it’s not true.”

Your eyes snapped to him. “What rumor?”

Suguru’s head turned...slow, dangerous toward you. The silence that followed felt like glass. His jaw clenched. “And you.” he hissed, every word cutting, “We warned you about him, we told you what he's capable of...we told you who he is, what he is and you still bit into his antics! How dumb can you go?!”

The air punched out of your lungs from your brothers words but worse...you felt it.

Mai froze, eyes wide, caught between you two.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out because it was clear how fed up Suguru was. “Now they’re all talking about you!” he shouted, voice cracking with something more than rage, hurt. “All because he—” he jabbed a finger at Toji “couldn’t keep his hands off a junior!”

Toji’s brows knit, he wasn’t angry but he looked… wounded. “Suguru—” he started. “I didn’t touch her. Whatever Mei Mei said...whatever they twisted...it didn’t happen.”

“Shut up!” Suguru barked, stepping in again and you grabbed his sleeve instinctively but he ripped away like your touch burned. “You don’t get to speak! Not when she is the one paying for whatever game you’re playing.”

You blinked at Toji…then back at Suguru…lost in the crossfire of what you thought you could control.

Because yes, it was foolish of you. You hopped into the teasing, the flirting, the chase, the thrill. You thought you were the one holding the cards. Until you weren’t, until you fell. And now the entire field...eyes everywhere was devouring you.

The embarrassment didn’t just sit in your chest, it crawled up your throat, choking you raw.

Before anyone could say another word, you stumbled back, shaking your head, refusing to let tears fall here... not in front of them, not in front of him.

You ran.

“Y/N!” Mai rushed after you, calling your name, feet slamming against the track.

The student crowd thickened, whispers spilling like gasoline. And up on the bleachers kicked back, arms folded, murderously amused sat Sukuna. Red eyes tracking your sprint across the field and a slow smirk carved his lips. “Well...” he muttered, tipping his head like this was premium theater “...guess I don’t need to do a damn thing.”

Dusk soon settled in through blinds, the apartment thick with tension.

Kenjaku frustratedly exhaled through his nose. “You’re an idiot.”

Across from him, Suguru paced, arms crossed tight, jaw still clenched from earlier, the echo of manwhore and third party vibrating in his skull like leftover static.

Gojo and Mahito were staying at Suguru and Kenjaku's shared bedroom, keeping themselves away from the family drama.

Every time Suguru’s voice jumped a pitch, Kenjaku snapped his fingers and hissed “Keep it down! She’s in her room, Same apartment, genius!”

Suguru dragged a hand down his face, voice lowering but edge still razor-sharp. “Well what was I supposed to do, huh? You were busy sleeping. Then I had to be the first to hear it! imagine my pain hearing my sister being called a whore, a—” he had to swallow the word, “—a third party.” He whispered it like it tasted rotten in his mouth.

Kenjaku still shushed him, even quieter this time, eyes narrowing with warning. “That’s exactly the problem.” Kenjaku said, sitting forward, elbows on knees. “You don’t confront her in public like a wild dog. You settle things quietly. Privately.”

Suguru scoffed. “Well fuck, Ken. Fuck me for actually feeling something. For being angry—”

“No you idiot. ” Kenjaku cut in sharply, pointing at him with the rolled-up magazine “Fuck you for doing it in front of a crowd. Now we’re at the center of campus gossip because you couldn't keep your emotions intact.”

Suguru’s expression shifted...less fury, more wounded defensiveness. “Well I know you would’ve beat him up, then and there, if you heard it first." he muttered, crossing his arms tighter.

Kenjaku opened his mouth to retort...then paused. Slowly, begrudgingly, he nodded. “…That’s true.”

The admission hung there, solid. Suguru exhaled, finally sitting, elbows on his thighs, head low. “It’s just—” his voice cracked, something almost boyish despite the venom earlier. “She looked...I didn’t—I didn’t want them to hurt her.”

Kenjaku leaned back again, softer now, but not gentle. “You did hurt her jackass.” he said plainly. “You humiliated her. Because you forgot one thing. She might be our sister...but she’s also a girl who liked him. And you cut her where everyone could see.”

Silence. No scream, no punch, no storm left. Just realization. Suguru sat in his own wreckage, massaging his temples.

Kenjaku sighed, rubbing his eyes. “In the morning, you fucking apologize. No theatrics. No lecturing. You go in as a brother, not a guard dog.”

Suguru stared at the floor, voice barely audible “…and Toji?”

Kenjaku snorted. “Toji can burn for all I care. But she can’t. So fix her first.”

The apartment walls made it feel like you were suffocating. Even with Suguru lowering his voice...even with Kenjaku shushing him. His disappointment still bled through the drywall.

So you slipped out the window.

The metal ladder to the side of the building rattled softly under your feet and the cool air hit your face, hoodie up, sneakers laced like a fugitive or a jogger.

Waiting at the bottom, arms folded, same black hoodie and rubber shoes was Mai.

“You’re predictable.” she grinned.

“You’re loud.” you muttered, dropping beside her on the sidewalk.

You and Mai walked with no real destination, just the sound of your sneakers on pavement and the city breathing around you.

You hugged your hoodie tighter. “I can’t believe he’d embarrass me like that…” The words slipped out, more wounded than angry.

Mai didn’t reply at first. She just walked closer so your arms brushed, no pep talk, no fake optimism...just quiet solidarity.

“I know he and Ken are probably sick of the whole flirting thing but…” You exhaled, hood pulled over your head. “Ugh! Never mind. I get it. It’s my fault. I deserve it.”

Mai snorted, elbowing you gently. “No you don’t. You didn’t commit a crime. You just fell for a guy who knows he’s charming and plays the part a little too well.”

You huffed out a laugh you didn’t feel.

“And yeah...” Mai continued “you thought you could outsmart him. But he's freaking Toji Fushiguro! The walking jawline, bonus smirk, buff build...danger ranking? catastrophic.”

You groaned, covering your face. “Thanks, Mai, really soothing.”

She waved dismissively. “Point is, you weren’t stupid. You were...hopeful! That’s different.”

You swallowed hard. “The rumors, though…” Your voice dipped.

“Yeah...Mei Mei acting like that, Gosh! I really thought she was…I don’t know!? Elegant. Untouchable. Above pettiness.” Mai barked a laugh. “Turns out she’s just expensive petty. Designer-brand spite. Luxury-tier jealousy.”

Despite the ache in your chest, a small laugh escaped you. And Mai smiled, satisfied she pulled it out of you.

“So what are you gonna do?” Mai asked, leaning back in her chair, twirling her pen like she wasn’t dying to know every bloody detail. “Because it’s gonna be really ugly going to school now. You know how the students are. I mean…” she shrugged, unapologetically honest, “I’m not excluding myself as a full-time tea lover, but if it’s you, I’ll never bring it up. I swear.”

You exhaled, just a small smile tugging at your lips despite the knot in your chest. “Thanks, Mai. Really.”

A flash of bustling lights came into view across from you...the kind that didn’t just illuminate a street but changed it.

You blinked, genuinely taken aback. You’d jogged this route hundreds of times. Same cracked pavement, same sleeping dogs, same quiet stores shutting down after sunset.

But this? Neon swallowed the dark whole.

What used to be a sleepy residential block was now a full-blown night district...vendors shouting over sizzling oil, orange broths and skewers stacked like trophies.

Apartment towers rose where you swore there used to be old townhouses...glass, steel, expensive and cold against the warm chaos below.

Music leaked from bar doors...bass, laughter, karaoke screeches and for a moment you wondered if you’d taken a wrong turn into another city entirely.

“Since when did they have a night market here?” you muttered, walking slowly, eyes narrowing. “And these buildings? It’s like they just…appeared.”

Mai, of course, was already two steps ahead...literally and emotionally. “I don’t know” she said, inhaling deeply like she could ascend just by aroma alone. “But I can smell the skewers from here. Let’s go!”

Before you could protest, she hooked your arm and dragged you forward, weaving into the river of bodies, students still in uniform, couples sharing ice cream, tourists bartering with impossible confidence.

Your senses overloaded in the best and worst ways. The heat of grills, the pop of oil, the neon slashing the air in pink and electric blue, carts with horns harmonizing with karaoke in a kind of chaotic melody.

Mai stopped at a stall stacked with skewers that looked dangerously good. And after looking at the stand she told the vendor what she wanted, slamming a bill down with full war general authority.

The vendor dipped into that violently orange sauce, your stomach betrayed you with a growl so loud Mai grinned. “Oh my gosh” she laughed.

And just like that, what was meant to be a silent, decompressing walk turned into loud color and crowds.

Then, a group of guys drifted over, all swagger, cologne and awkward confidence.

One of the teen zeroed in on Mai. “Hey…I think you’re in my Chem elective? Zenin, right?”

Mai blinked flattered, surprised but smooth. “Oh?” she laughed, leaning in just enough.

“You made the whole lab explode.” He teased.

“That was one time—!” Mai shouts in defense.

Their flirting settled into a friendly rhythm, her glow bright, his friends munching on the skewers nearby, not even sparing you a glance.

You let it happen partly annoyed, partly proud. Maybe she deserved a distraction too. Eventually you poked her arm, dry-mouthed. “Gonna grab a drink. Don’t disappear on me.” you teased.

Mai snorted. “I’ll be right here. Promise.”

“Is that your friend?” the boy asked behind you.

Their voices blurred into neon static as you walked into the convenience store. The background music and chatter of two people at the register made the store felt safer, with you crouched down infront of the fridge doors wondering what to drink...your pulse finally leveling after everything today.

The store bell jingle again, so small it shouldn’t have meant anything. But the sound cut through the store...just before a broad silhouette stepped inside.

Toji in leather, dust, asphalt heat.

Full-gear, night-ridden, too-fast-too-long. He shut the door with a lazy boot tap, gloved hand still holding the helmet by the chin guard. His other hand went up to his hair, damp from wind and sweat combing it off his forehead.

He exhaled hot, heavy...like someone who’d been riding not for thrill but to outrun something eating him alive. He didn’t toss the helmet. Didn’t drop it like a cocky biker. Instead sets it on the counter by the front of the ladies eyeing him with thirst but did not dare to start a conversation.

Then his fingers worked at the gloves...leather peeled off, revealing knuckles still reddened from gripping speed and consequence from clinging to a throttle like it could silence his own head. Because the harder he rode, the faster he pushed through wind and city blur, the louder it came back.

The rumors. Suguru’s fist. Your eyes when you ran.

He had tried to outrun all of it...to drown the noise with engines, to let the road yank him hard enough for death to almost consider him. But death didn’t want him tonight...so instead he ended up here.

Sweaty, Thirsty...Pulse still rattling with guilt...standing at the relief of air-conditioning.

Every now and then curled his fingers once, testing the sting on his knuckles. Not from impact but from holding on too tightly...to speed, to mistake, to you.

You were crouched near the bottom shelf, head wrapped around which drink would fit the night, hood half-fallen over your eyes.

Toji finally moved between aisles, helmet under one arm, gloves in the other, sweat drying cool on his neck. His boots stopped at the drinks section.

There you were.

Back turned, hood up, fingers curled around two bottles...tilting one, comparing it to the other, deciding quietly like the world had not just publicly peeled you open hours ago. Your shoulders looked small. Smaller than he’d ever seen.

Toji didn’t breathe. Something unspoken hit him. Recognition, regret, worry...all of it wrapped in a single sharp inhale. His been thinking about you all night and your suddenly here.

“Y/N—!” Mai’s scream ripped through the store.

You were startled so hard both bottles slipped from your hands. Plastic hit tile, rolled and burst of fizz but you didn't look and just ran out hearing Mai's distress.

Jerk of motion, hoodie catching the cold air of the aisle as you bolted out the glass doors, almost slipping on the mat, disappearing into neon and noise.

Toji remained frozen for one heartbeat. He blinked, slow and punched by the moment, before his muscles finally kicked back to life and moved fast, brushing the aisle and bolted through the doors after you.

You burst out of the convenience store, the cold of the night swallowing you first, then second the noise.

Mai’s voice wasn’t just loud...it was panicked. “LET GO OF ME! I said no!”

Your eyes locked on her immediately. She was half-dragged, half-pinned by the guy she’d been smiling at earlier...only now that smile was gone, replaced by panic, her wrist twisted in his grip.

Two of his friends boxed her in while the vendor insisted, voice trembling but steady. “You kids don’t do this here—”

“Back off, old man!” one of the friends snapped, shoving the side of the cart with a hip. Fishballs rolled, sauce splattered. “She knows us. Stop acting like you’re some hero.”

Mai yanked her hand back again but the guy tightened, jaw sharp with entitlement.

You didn’t think and just moved. Your shoes scraped asphalt as you sprinted over, grabbing her free arm and hauling her behind you. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you barked, breath shaking with adrenaline. “Get away from her!”

The guy scoffed, chin lifting like he had every right to her body. “She wanted to come. She was flirting the whole time.”

Mai shot back, voice cracking. “I said I wasn’t going with you!”

You held Mai closer and turned to the direction of the convenience store, only to find two more of his guys sliding in front of you, chests puffed, blocking the sidewalk.

“Hey, hey, relax~” the lead guy smooth–talked, lifting both hands casually as he stepped closer, voice dipped in syrup and rot. “You’ll have a good time. Promise.”

You stared at him...fear tightening your throat but courage stiffening your spine. You opened your mouth to answer when behind you came two wet yelps of pain, sharp and startled.

You spun and Toji had both men by their arms. One twisted up, the other pinned down, wrists forced into angles joints weren’t meant for.

He didn’t look angry, just tired.

Like this was routine.

Like men like them never learned.

His voice dropped low, almost disappointed. “If it takes cornering girls to feel like men…you weren’t much to begin with.”

The two pinned guys wheezed, knees buckling.

Their leader’s confidence faltered. Even the street noise dimmed, vendors and passersby sensing the shift of a predator....real predator, entering the scene.

The leader swallowed hard, tried to square his shoulders like a man who didn’t just fold. “We don’t… want any trouble...” he managed, voice thin, bravado leaking through the cracks.

Toji finally released his grip. The two men dropped to their knees, clutching their twisted arms, breath hissing between teeth. Toji, calm enough to terrify. “You will get trouble if you come near these women again.” a promise without heat, a sentence, not a threat.

You stared at him in relief yet embarrassment but gratitude all strangled in your chest.

Toji glanced back, jaw softening just enough, then tilted his head signaling you to come to him.

You moved almost on instinct, Mai sticking close to your arm and the three of you walked away, the night market noise swallowing the scene behind you.

And somewhere parked near one of the tall apartment buildings was Toji’s bike.

He carefully swung a leg over, silent...positioning his motorcycle up.

Mai hopped on the back, without hesitation and you were placed between them, the only logical spot, though your heart kicked against your ribs at the closeness.

Your palms found Toji’s back...just fingertips at first, not wanting to press your chest into him.

The engine growled, low and steady, like it understood the mood. But the ride was quiet...no quips from Mai, no scolding from Toji, no teasing street noise. Just the hum of asphalt and breath.

It wasn't long before Toji soon stopped in front of Mai’s house.

You slid off with her, checking her face immediately. “You okay?”

Mai managed a grin, exhausted but still sharp. “Yeah... But if I ever flirt again, please slap me with a skewer.”

You snorted weak but real.

She squeezed your wrist, voice softening. “Hey…feel well okay? you didn’t deserve any of the ruckus I caused tonight. Not from the creep, not from Suguru.”

Your throat tightened but you nodded.

Mai glanced at Suguru from behind you and waved. “Thank you, have a safe ride home.”

Toji gave a barely-there nod back and you walked back to his bike carefully rode in the back.

Now it was just you and him.

The motorcycle’s hum vibrated through your bones, the night whipping past in neon streaks and shadowed corners. Your hands clenched the handles behind him so tightly it left marks on your palms, knuckles white, trying desperately not to admit how nervous the speed made you. It was your first time riding his bike or nay bike in this matter.

Toji felt it though, and a corner of his mouth quirked into a knowing smirk. Without warning, he leaned into a sharp curve, teasingly breaking the rhythm of the bike, making you jolt and bump into his back.

Your hands slipped from the handlebars, gripping his jacket instead, breath catching. For a heartbeat, your body pressed closer to him, heat radiating between you.

He didn’t miss a beat. One of his hands slid around yours, guiding them to his torso, fingers entwining with yours as if claiming them, forcing you to hug him closer.

You felt the sly intention behind it and instead of pulling away, you let your teasing side show. You tightened your arms around him, pressing against him as you’d wanted for a long time, letting him feel your warmth.

The road turned unexpectedly uphill, winding into unfamiliar territory. You blinked against the wind and squinted at the path ahead.

“Where are we going?” you shouted over the roar.

He didn’t immediately answer, the wind tugging at his words. Finally, his voice cut through, low and teasing, almost breathless “Somewhere…beautiful.”

You felt your heart stumble, a mix of excitement and curiosity washing over you. The way he said it, so certain and calm in contrast to the chaos of the city below, made the night feel intimate, like it was only the two of you and the wind.

Your grip around him tightened instinctively, not just for balance but because you wanted to feel this...him...close, and the world behind you blurred into insignificance.

You arrived at the mountaintop, the city stretched out below like a field of flickering stars. Neon lights winked from the streets, car horns hummed faintly and the night air carried a crisp chill.

Toji parked his bike, cut the engine and without waiting for you to dismount, swung his leg off and offered you a hand.

You hesitated, studying it carefully. It trembled slightly.

Was it from nerves? Or from gripping the bike so tightly on the ride up? 💬

Either way, you took it, letting him guide you to the edge of the cliff.

The view was breathtaking, a contrast to the tension and chaos that had followed you both through the day. The wind tugged at your hoodie and you hugged your arms around yourself.

Toji noticed instantly and draped his warm leather jacket over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” you whispered, shyly.

He said nothing, just lowered himself to the ground with careful deliberation.

You joined him, sitting side by side, letting the silence stretch between you.

Toji removed his helmet, brushing his wind-tangled hair back and you chuckled softly at the stubborn strands refusing to obey.

After a few quiet moments, you broke the silence. “I… I’m sorry about Suguru earlier. For him trying to hit you...”

Toji froze slightly. He had been thinking about it too, but he didn’t meet your eyes. He stared out over the city instead. “Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t your fault…I get why he did it. I’d be pissed too if my sister got dragged into rumors…with a manwhore.”

The casual way he said it made your chest tighten. You blinked, hurt slipping in despite yourself. “I don’t think you’re a manwhore...” you said softly.

Toji turned, surprised at the words.

“I think…it’s some kind of trauma from your past or a coping mechanism” you shrugged, then smirked lightly, teasing “Or maybe you are?”

Toji chuckled, a small, self-conscious sound. “Maybe… or maybe I just am. Force of habit.”

You played with your fingers, now thinking of Mei Mei and the ridiculous claims she’d made. You didn’t know how to bring it up but Toji read the tension in the air anyway. Clearing his throat, he admitted “About the rumors…I’m always in them. I feel bad you got dragged into it. Really sorry.”

You only nodded, gathering courage. “Is it true? you and Mei Mei?”

“What do you mean?” Toji asked, casual, but his hand tightened slightly on his knee.

“She said you were her man…that she’s special to you.” you murmured, still looking away.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Uhm…we slept more than once but...I never really saw her that way. And I know I’ll sound like a dick but… if I have to be honest, she’s just…easy.”

You raised an eyebrow, voice flat “Oh.”

A beat of silence stretched between you. Then he asked, hesitantly “Did she really confront you?”

You nodded. “Yeah…in the courtyard, in front of everyone.” You looked at him now, finally steady. “What’s the rumor, anyway?”

He looked away, uncomfortable. “From what I heard… it’s like I cheated on her…with you.”

You swallowed and nodded slowly. It was worse than you imagined.

Toji went quiet, though inside, his heart was hammering, his thoughts scrambling for the words he couldn’t say.

“That’s…bad. I get why Suguru got mad...but I wish he hadn’t blown up in public.” you muttered, looking down at your nails.

He hummed in agreement, silent. Another pause.

Then Toji, quietly, almost painfully, built up the courage he had been holding back. “You know…I would never… do that.”

“Hmm?” You glanced up.

“I would…never do that…if it was you.” Toji doesn't meet your eyes.

You were somehow thankful cause your eyes now have widened in disbelief after hearing his words.

“You’re…too precious to be used like that” he said, still not looking at you. “And…I guess that’s why I never made a full move on you.”

Your breath snagged. Not because of the cold this time…but because of the way he said it.

Too precious.

That word didn’t belong in Toji’s mouth, his world was knives and alley fights and rumors thick as oil. Yet he said it steady, almost strangled, like it was the only honest thing he’d said in months.

The wind swept between you, cold but carrying the truth with it.

You swallowed, voice small. “You…think precious?”

The admission hit you harder than the rumors, harder than Suguru’s rage, harder than the night ride that still buzzed in your nerves.

“But I also knew...” he continued, voice lower now “if I touched you…even once…the way people see me would bleed into you. And I didn’t want that. Not with you.”

Your fingers curled into his jacket around your shoulders, the weight of it suddenly heavier, warmer, protective. “Toji…” you whispered, softer than the breeze.

He shook his head like he already prepared for you to hate him, to call him pathetic, to say it was too late. “You don’t owe me anything...” he cut in gently. “Not forgiveness. Not conversation. Not softness.”

You blinked, throat tight. “Then…why bring me here?”

“Because I didn’t want you to end tonight thinking you were…disposable” he said quietly. “Or that some rumor defines you...Or that courtyard shit was your fault.” His voice almost cracked but Toji never cracked. He swallowed instead, painfully. “And because…” his hand flexed on the ground, unsure where to put itself, “…I wanted to make sure you felt safe somewhere. Even if it wasn’t with me in the end.”

Your eyes stung before you could stop them. Not dramatic tears...just that sting of finally hearing gentleness after hours of humiliation.

You scooted closer. Not touching, just enough space for the warmth to carry. “Toji...” you said, voice controlled “I never thought you were the monster people make you out to be.”

He huffed, not quite a laugh. “You should. I make it easy.”

“No...” you countered softly. “You make it believable. That’s different.”

His gaze met yours at that...slow, deliberate, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he moved too fast.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Just the city lights blinking below like silent witnesses, the night air wrapping the two of you, and that unspoken line between wanting and holding back.

After a beat, he exhaled and glanced away. “I…I should take you home now.”

You peeked at your watch and let out a small laugh. “It's so late, huh? My brother would probably call the cops if they realize I wasn't in my room.”

Toji’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Honestly…I’ve been thinking of moving out. Just so I can avoid the drama.”

You gave him a teasing glare. “No. Absolutely not.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the back of the hike, giving you space to settle in.

You reached to slip off his leather jacket but he gently stopped you.

“Don’t” he said, quiet but firm. He shifted slightly, letting you drape your arms around him instead. Warmth pressed against your back, the hum of the engine beneath you and then he finally kicked off, the night rushing past in a blur.

The city lights stretched beneath you as Toji maneuvered the bike up the winding road, the night air whipping past in a rush of wind and tires on asphalt. Your arms stayed snug around his waist, chest pressing lightly against him and you let out a quiet laugh as he swerved slightly to avoid a patch of gravel.

“Careful!” you teased, the wind tugging at your hair.

He didn’t reply immediately, only glanced back at you over his shoulder, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You think I’d let anything happen to you?”

You shook your head, smiling into the dark, the tension from earlier melting into the night. The ride felt like it existed in its own bubble...no rumors, no brothers, no pressure...just you, him and the hum of the motorcycle.

When the apartment finally came into view, tucked quietly in the shadows of the street, both of you slowed, careful not to draw attention. The windows were dark, the building sleeping and the street almost empty.

Toji parked the bike and cut the engine, the sudden silence felt loud in contrast to the ride.

You quietly slid off, tugging at your hoodie and Toji leather jacket and bending down to remove your shoes. A playful smirk curved your lips as you glanced at him. “Almost like sneaking in…might as well make it dramatic” you whispered.

Toji’s gaze sharpened, a warmth creeping into his chest as he noticed the small, intimate gestures tonight. He’d missed this...the way you moved, the quiet confidence, the subtle teasing that made his pulse skip.

“Y/N...” he said suddenly, his voice low and commanding enough to make your heart flutter.

Before you could protest, he closed the space between you, tilting your chin up with a hand and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft but deliberate, grounding and electric all at once. Your shoes forgotten on the floor, you melted into him, arms instinctively tightening around his torso as he deepened the kiss just enough to make the world disappear around you.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded, breath mingling. “I missed you...” he admitted, quiet and raw.

You smirked, a little teasing in your eyes despite your racing heart but tried to keep composure. “I-I could tell.”

He let out a short laugh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “…Let’s get inside before your brother thinks I kidnapped you.”

You chuckled, biting your lower lip feeling the warmth of his jacket around you as he gently guided you into the apartment, both of you careful to keep quiet, the night and your closeness wrapping around the two of you like a secret.

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Sukuna x Reader

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Two Faces, One bad boy (◖♪Kids Special♪◗)

You woke to warmth.

Sukuna’s breath brushed the back of your neck, slow and steady, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. As you stirred, his hold tightened instinctively, pulling your smaller frame back until your spine rested against his stomach. Solid. Protective. Unmoving, like he’d decided in his sleep that this was where you belonged.

Mornings were often like this now… soft, warm, and almost gentle. Ever since the move to Jeju, everything felt quieter, more intact...like the scattered pieces of your life had finally settled where they belonged. The air itself felt fuller somehow, heavier with comfort and routine you’d fought hard to build.

You hadn’t expected this. It had been his surprise, what he had whispered at the night of the gender reveal.

After everything...after what happened in that house...after the doctors finally named the damage for what it was...Sukuna had moved with a kind of silent urgency. Staying there had no longer been healthy for the kids and especially you, not with the memories, not with the way your mind reacted to certain spaces.

So he bought land. Vast land, forested, elevated and tucked just above the old compound you used to live in.

Choso oversaw the project, barriers and perimeter first then houses next.

Sukuna secretly traveled and went during construction, checking progress between trips and never explaining much beyond it’ll be better here.

And when you gave birth, a year later, you moved into this life. A quieter one. A forest that breathed instead of echoed and a home that didn’t carry ghosts in its walls. Now, wrapped in warmth and routine, you woke to mornings proof that somehow, despite everything, you had been given a second chance at peace.

Peace that sometimes got interrupted by little people who looked unfairly and unmistakably like Sukuna.

The bedroom door creaked open and noise from downstairs crashed into the room all at once. Running feet, sharp voices and high-pitched giggles that echoed far too cheerfully for this hour.

“Ow! She keeps hitting me with it!”

“Kira! Put that down!”

Sukuna’s muscles stiffened beneath you while you stirred in his hold before in unison, you both turned your heads toward the bedroom doorway.

Ryoichi stood there holding the door wide open, his face twisted into a scowl so familiar it made your head fall back into the pillow.

That look...sharp, offended and ready for war completely inherited. The kind of expression that ran in the blood, one glance enough to tell exactly who his father was and he stared at the two of you like your existence personally offended him.

Sukuna groaned, his head falling back into the pillow as if surrendering to fate.

“Ugh. Didn’t we say knock before opening our door?”

You stretched your arms slowly, joints popping.

“I’m hungry.”

Ryoichi demanded.

Sukuna shifted, rolling onto his back so the sunlight poured over his bare chest, muscles already warm from the morning heat.

“Isamu is just next door, call him.”

He said flatly.

Ryoichi didn’t move.

“I want Mommy’s cooking.”

The demand landed heavy in the room.

You couldn’t help but chuckled. Carefully, you sit up but a firm weight to press you right back down.

Sukuna’s leg placed over your hip, pinning you with lazy authority, like a final decision.

“Sukuna...”

You whined softly.

He didn’t even look at you. His gaze stayed locked on the doorway, voice low and immovable.

“Mommy’s busy...with Daddy”

The words hit like a challenge.

Ryoichi’s jaw clenched instantly, his scowl sharpening, eyes flicking between the two of you with barely contained irritation.

This was a new phase now with his father, whenever Sukuna would keep you to himself.

You won't admit it but you missed when Ryoichi was little, he’d been a full-on daddy’s boy. Clinging to Sukuna’s pant leg, falling asleep on his chest, following him around like a shadow. But now, somewhere along the way, in between growing taller and growing sharper...things shifted.

He leaned towards you now.

You didn’t mind it but it always came with a consequence. Every time they clashed, it turned into a quiet challenge. Your son squaring up against someone just as stubborn as him, his father...for your attention.

Sukuna had grown stricter nowadays with all of his sons, especially Ryoichi cause he saw too much of himself. The edge, the temper, the way his presence filled a room without trying. Sukuna tried to grind it down and teach him restraint, to not become him like him...but it always goes sideways and they end up fighting with two identical scowls aimed at each other, pride clashing with pride.

Ryoichi’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

“It's morning.”

He muttered, glaring at Sukuna.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“And I'm home.”

He answered as the man of the house.

You sighed softly, slipping a hand over Sukuna’s leg, trying to ease the tension before it turned into a full-blown standoff.

Nowadays Sukuna pushed Ryoichi on purpose...not out of cruelty, but dominance. It wasn’t always like this. He used to teach him patiently, guiding him with a firm hand and steady voice, letting Ryoichi grow into himself, letting him believe he was allowed to be his own person. And Ryoichi listened. He learned. He followed.

But what Sukuna failed to realize was when it stopped being teaching and started becoming a contest.

Now it was no longer subtle testing, it was him asserting himself, pressing his presence down until his son either bent or snapped. A comment delivered a second too late, a stare held just long enough to challenge, that calm, infuriating tone meant to remind Ryoichi who stood at the top.

And Ryoichi, with that hard headed genes...did not like backing down anymore. He used to follow his father’s rules without question and used to look at Sukuna like he was the law but now it was pride against pride. Son versus father. And neither of them knew how to yield.

You pushed at Sukuna’s leg, trying to slide free, but he was stubborn in his own way.

He clicked his tongue in quiet disbelief, eyes flicking to Ryoichi for half a second before settling back on you. Without a word, he adjusted his leg, hooking it right back over your hip, heavy and deliberate, an unspoken stay.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

He muttered, voice low and warning.

You huffed a quiet laugh and leaned back just enough to murmur.

“Your son is hungry.”

“Isamu will take care of it.”

Sukuna's tone sounded like he was about to sulk.

You reached for his cheeks and held him subtly telling him to back down in this little game his playing.

“Just keep resting and I'll be right back as quick as possible.”

“You’re rewarding bad behavior.”

He muttered looking at you.

You smiled, already sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed.

“No. I’m answering to my son who’s starving.”

Ryoichi’s scowl instantly melted into victory.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, glaring at the ceiling.

“Unbelievable.”

Ryoichi bolted toward you with his hands raised and you didn’t even hesitate, lifting him straight onto your lap.

You pressed kiss after kiss into his cheeks, overfilling them with affection he secretly loved.

He giggled, breathless and bright, then wrapped his arms around you, clinging like he’d won something important.

For a brief moment, everything softened...the warmth, the quiet, the familiar weight of him in your arms. But behind you, tension simmered.

Sukuna and Ryoichi were locked in another silent glare-off.

“His glaring at me.”

Sukuna muttered.

You hummed, then tilted your head to peek at Ryoichi’s face.

Instantly, his expression went blank...too innocent, too practiced as he looked up at you.

But you weren't about to ignore Sukuna's words even if you didn't see it.

“We do not glare at Daddy.”

You said calmly, adjusting him in your arms as you stood and lifted him higher against your chest.

“He started it.”

Ryoichi mumbled, already distracted as you carried him toward the door.

“Mm, you know daddy doesn't glare...that's his normal face.”

You replied, then paused at the doorway and glanced back over your shoulder at Sukuna, lips curving into a soft smile.

“I’ll be back, okay? I love you.”

Then the door closed, leaving Sukuna groaning behind with nothing but the fading warmth and the echo of your voice.

You stepped out into the hallway, the new familiar stretch of home opening up around you. You reach the kitchen that opened straight into the living room.

The noise hit you immediately.

“Kira, stop—!”

“Ow! Kira—don’t hit me with that!”

You rounded the corner to see chaos in motion.

Kyoshi was hunched over, arms shielding his head while Kira swung a stick with far too much confidence for someone her size.

Kaishi had both hands wrapped around the other end, holding it back just enough to keep it from landing another hit.

You were lowering Ryoichi to his feet and once he was steady, you clapped your hands, sharp and loud. That got all their attention.

“Good morning, lovelys.”

You greeted cheerfully and all of them abandoned their battle and rushed you at once, overlapping voices and small arms tugging at you, each one demanding their own good-morning kiss.

You smiled, bending down and pressing a kiss to each forehead in turn. One. Two. Three and Four. Ryoichi coming to get some more.

“Alright, Mommy's kitchen is open for business so what are my darlings breakfast requests? One at a time please.”

You said warmly popping your fingers.

Kyoshi went first, immediate and confident.

“Dinosaur nuggets, fried rice and eggs!”

Kaishi nodded enthusiastically.

“I want that too! but mine has fruits on the side please.”

Ryoichi crossed his arms, already impatient.

“I just want to eat already.”

You smiled, then looked down at the smallest of them.

Kira stood there quietly, big eyes looking up at you. Your features reflected back in hers, softened but with a striking heterochromia. One eye a deep black-brown, the other a vivid red and the same pink hair.

She lifted her chin a little.

“Cereal.”

She said in that little voice.

You reached for her hair brushing it back to see more of her eyes.

“That’s a bit too sweet for breakfast, honey. How about fruit on the side, like your brother?”

Her mouth puckered into a pout, brows knitting together in protest. She held it for a moment…then sighed and nodded.

You couldn’t help the small smile that followed because in that expression, you saw yourself. The same softness, the same way she folded when she knew she’d been gently outmatched.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl.”

You smiled.

Soon the kitchen filled with familiar sounds of the sizzle of eggs, the soft clatter of plates and the hum of morning settling in.

Kaishi hovered close, just like always. He washed rice, handed you utensils, wiped the counter without being asked. He liked the kitchen, liked being useful and liked being near you while you worked.

He’d always been like this. The quiet one. The soft one. The child who seemed to understand, far too early, that being present mattered just as much as being strong. Where his brothers burned loud and fast, Kaishi moved carefully, watching and learning.

You occasionally glance at the living room seeing Ryoichi had claimed the TV, his back lazily leaning against the foot of the couch watching a cartoon, sometimes eyes drifting toward Kira whenever she shifted from her spot.

Kyoshi laid on couch, half-watching but mostly glued to his phone. He was the chill middle child. Grounded, logical to a fault, armed with sarcasm and a mouth full of pop-culture references that somehow always landed. He was blunt like Ryoichi but where Ryoichi’s honesty burned hot and confrontational, Kyoshi’s landed with humor.

He says enough to make people laugh instead of bleed. He knew when to poke and when to pull back, when to let silence do the talking and when a well-placed comment could defuse the room.

Kira was playing on the floor just a few steps away from Ryoichi.

The little one who is just discovering herself, testing boundaries and learning the world one stumble at a time...but don’t be fooled by her apparent cluelessness.

She has a streak of mischief, a sharp little bite in her spirit and a habit of shadowing her daddy wherever he went, repeating his words and mimicking his actions with uncanny precision.

Occasionally wanders a little too close to furniture or corners she shouldn’t be near.

And each time she did, Ryoichi’s voice cut in immediately.

“Kira, don’t go there.”

He scolds lazy but stern.

She stops almost immediately, turns and listens to Ryoichi who shook his head incase things weren't still clear to her.

Kira's head tilting ever so slightly as if weighing every word he says.

You also notice how she only mirrors the alphas of the family cause Kaishi and Kyoshi’s words barely register to her...it's either Ryoichi or Sukuna that she pays a lot of attention to.

A knock sounded at the front door. For a beat it was quiet again but then a few knocks came in. No one moved to answer it.

You were too focused on frying the rice, chopping and arranging food but Kaishi’s ears perked up at the faint sound of knocking. He glanced over at his brothers from the counter.

“Someone’s at the door.”

He lightly raised his voice, alerting them.

Ryoichi immediately looked up at Kyoshi.

“Get it.”

Kyoshi’s fingers froze mid typing, then let out a dramatic scoff, his voice thick with sarcasm.

“Why don’t you get it, oh mighty firstborn?”

“I’m watching Kira.”

Ryoichi shot back, eyebrows furrowin at his brothers comment.

Kyoshi rolled his eyes.

“Uh-huh, right. Fine…”

He lazily got up, muttering under his breath as he sauntered toward the door, leaving Ryoichi glaring after him.

As the door was opened, Isamu stood there with a warm smile, garden hat tilted just so, hands smelling faintly of soil and morning air.

“Good morning~”

He greeted kindly. Isamu been given the option more than once that he could stay at the compound, the familiar structure, the power that came with Sukuna’s old world. But this new life began to take shape, Isamu followed without hesitation.

Not out of obligation and just out of loyalty.

He had watched Sukuna change quietly and decisively after what happened to you. Watched him buy the land, build the houses, raise barriers not just of steel and stone but of distance. Watched him choose peace with the same intensity he once chose violence.

And when Sukuna told him he was moving, Isamu moved as well.

So here he was now, In Jeju, trading tactical briefings for garden soil. Combat readiness for breakfast schedules. Still sharp, still dependable but softer around the edges in a way he never would’ve admitted out loud.

He helped where he was needed, fixed what broke and cooked when asked. Cleaned without comment and watched the children grow like they were part of something sacred.

Even now, when they barely acknowledged him.

Kyoshi didn’t even look up when Isamu greeted him, thumbs still flying across his phone, attention swallowed whole by whatever screen held him hostage that day. No greeting back. No pause. Just a lazy hum of acknowledgment at best before he goes back to the couch.

Isamu didn’t mind. He’d seen them small. Seen scraped knees, missing teeth, wobbling first steps and clumsy apologies. Watched them grow into sharp tongues, long limbs, opinions too big for their age and pride that mirrored their father’s far too well.

To him, that was enough.

There was something quietly rewarding about it, this strange, fluttering warmth in his chest and being the man in the background who wasn’t needed anymore but stayed anyway. Almost like an uncle. A constant. Someone who could stand at the sink, half ignored, and still feel grateful just to witness who they were becoming.

“Who was it, Kyoshi?”

Kaishi asked from the kitchen.

“Isamu!”

Kyoshi shouted back, already flopping onto the couch again like the interaction had drained him completely.

Isamu stepped inside, eyes widening when he saw you moving around the kitchen.

“Oh—madam, good morning! My apologies, I didn’t mean to come late.”

He apologized quickly removing his gardening gloves and went to wash his hands on the sink.

You smiled at him over your shoulder.

“It’s fine, Isamu, no apologies needed. The boys wanted Mommy’s cooking today, so I got up.”

“Ah, I see. That is very sweet.”

Isamu said with a knowing smile.

Usually, when Sukuna was home, you were barely allowed out of bed. He kept you close, tucked away and claimed entirely.

Ever since the move here in Jeju, his schedule had grown hectic, back and forth to Osaka. Sometimes he was gone for weeks or even months.

And when he returned, he took long vacations doing nothing but staying in bed with you, recharging and unapologetically possessive. Thus, why he’d been so stubborn earlier.

But when the children called, Sukuna knows he had to share somehow.

Isamu reached for one of the aprons, tying it around his waist with practiced ease before ruffling Kaishi’s hair fondly.

“I’ll set the table.”

He offered.

And you nodded.

“Sure sure, thank you so much, Uncle Isamu~”

You dragged the title just enough to make it teasing, glancing at him over your shoulder with a knowing smile.

Isamu blinked, then let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he reached for a towel.

“Uncle, huh? That means I’m officially old now.”

He said amused.

“You’ve been old. Just with better posture.”

You shot back gently.

That earned a fuller laugh from him. He glanced at you, eyes warm, something familial softening his expression.

“Careful Madam, keep talking like that and I’ll start giving you lectures.”

“Oh?”

You responded with a smile while moving the fried rice into a big plate.

“Mhm, about resting more. Eating properly. And not teasing people who help around the house.”

He paused, then added with a grin

“Which means I’ll never stop talking.”

He said, tone fond.

You chuckled.

The words settled easily between you, natural and unforced because most days, out here, it really was just you and him keeping the place running.

Soon enough, the table was full.

Plates clinked softly, chairs scraped, and for once the kids were actually eating, the noise dropping to a manageable hum.

Kyoshi shoveled rice and nuggets into his mouth with one hand while scrolling with the other.

Kaishi ate more carefully, fruit pushed neatly to the side and Kira swung her feet under the table, crunching happily.

You sat off to the side, stealing a few dinosaur nuggets for yourself while preparing a tray for Sukuna. Arranged just the way he liked, eggs still warm, coffee poured dark and strong.

Then Ryoichi’s eyes narrowed.

“Hey.”

Everyone in the table froze for half a second hearing that similar stern tone of his father.

Kyoshi didn’t look up but he spoke first.

“What.”

“You took one of Kaishi’s nuggets.”

Ryoichi declared.

Kyoshi glanced over, chewing.

“No I didn’t.”

“You literally did. I saw you.”

Ryoichi said flatly.

Kyoshi scoffed.

“You’re imagining things.”

Kaishi looked at his plate counting his nuggets quietly with his eyes but doesnt really remember how many were there.

“It’s fine, I don't mind.”

He said shrugged.

Ryoichi turned to him immediately.

“It’s not fine. He didn’t ask.”

Kyoshi with a mouth full, still grinned.

“What are you? The nugget police?”

Ryoichi bristled.

“That's disrespectful Kyoshi.”

“It’s already gone, why you mad?”

Isamu, at the sink, paused mid-wash, glancing over his shoulder with an awkward smile that said here we go again. He focused very hard on the utensils, pretending this was not happening in his peripheral vision.

Ryoichi and Kyoshi were at it again, bickering about almost everything...food, who stole whose plate or whose turn it was to pass the water. These two had always quarrelled when they were young, each stubbornly clinging to their own opinions but now, their arguments carried more volume, more pride.

Kyoshi often bristled under Ryoichi’s self-appointed authority and Ryoichi didn’t exactly back down when challenged.

The tension at the table crackled with the sharp familiarity of a sibling rivalry that never truly went away. Even the quietest of mornings seemed to spark their tiny power struggles and Isamu could only smile awkwardly at the spectacle, silently reminding himself to just let it happen and let you handle it...even though sometimes, you were struggling too.

Kira blinked between her brothers, then echoed helpfully.

“Nugget police.”

Kaishi sighed, shoulders slumping.

“I said it’s okay—”

“It’s about manners. You can't just take people's food from their plate.”

Ryoichi cut in, pointing accusingly.

Kyoshi smirked.

“Watch me.”

The table tension crackled sharp and familiar while you finished adjusting Sukuna’s tray.

“Now, now…let’s not fight over food. There’s plenty to go around.”

You say looking at your tray proudly.

Kyoshi stuck his tongue out at his brother, clearly convinced you were taking sides and that little act was all it took for Ryoichi to grab his fork and toss it to his brother in retaliation.

It clattered past Kyoshi’s shoulder.

You saw the action in the corner of your eye and immidietly whipped your head to the table.

“Ryo—!”

Kyoshi, wide-eyed and offended, grabbed his fork and threw it back to his brother in which Ryoichi dodged by lower his head.

“Kyo—! Stop that right now—!”

You shouted, instinctively putting your hands over Kira's face since she was the closest and might get hit.

Plastic and cutlery began flying across the table. Ryoichi grabbed whatever was closest and Kyoshi retaliated.

Kaishi tried to simmer the situation with his hands up, calling each of his brother's name but they wouldn't listen either.

Isamu rushed in from the sink, arms out, panicked.

“Boys please—!”

But the noise had already crossed a line and woken up something that shouldn't be. Heavy footsteps came from the hallway. A built figure stopped at the edge of the dining room.

His presence shifted the air...in dark sweatpants, broad shoulders and jaw set in stone.

Kaishi felt it immediately, his small hand frozen mid-motion as he instinctively lowered it, leaning back in his chair.

Isamu, sensing the tension and took a careful step back from the table.

Even little Kira, oblivious to the full weight of the moment, called out cheerfully.

“Daddy!”

Her voice slicing through the sudden tension.

A spoon hit Sukuna's toned chest and clattered to the floor.

Kyoshi froze mid-motion, color draining from his face as he saw his father.

Ryoichi slowly lowered the plastic cup in his hand, fingers trembling and pride barely holding him upright as he met his father’s eyes.

Minutes later, both boys were standing outside in the front garden, hands raised, shoulders stiff and faces tight with resentment and regret.

Sukuna sat by wooden chair next to the doorway, one arm resting on his knee, calmly eating the breakfast you prepared using his hand. Every bite slow, deliberate, furious in restraint.

You leaned by the door and drew a deep breath then exhaled. Your chest ached watching them have their punishment even though you knew they were wrong. And Sukuna, for all his sharp edges and iron rules was doing what had to be done. Even if it hurts to watch.

Kira suddenly rna past yoy , breathless and wide-eyed, eager to show her daddy something.

“Daddy! Look! Look what I found!”

She exclaimed, holding up her little toy triumphantly.

The moment she appeared, Sukuna’s demeanor shifted completely. The sharpness in his features softened, warmth flooding his gaze as he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

“What is it, princess?”

He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“It’s my new toy! See, Daddy? Isn’t it cool? It's color pink and green...and white...”

She chirped, bouncing on her toes.

Sukuna listened as though every syllable were precious, every detail worthy of his attention. As she leaned too close, her hair falling over her face, he reached up, lightly brushing it back with the back of his hand.

He found himself drawn to her eyes, the same ones that mirrored yours and his...a quiet fondness bloomed inside him. You couldn’t help but remember how hesitant he had been when you were about to give birth. Now, it was all about her. She even stole the nickname Sukuna used to call you. He even remarked how much she resembled you, as if her very presence were a blessing, a continuation of something priceless he’d never let go.

“I’m guessing they’ve done that before.”

His voice was lower now, calmer but no less sharp as he washed his hands.

You nodded guiltily leaning on the sink, eyes to the living room carpet where Kira and Kaishi played quietly, voices hushed like they knew better.

Behind the TV, the window framed the front garden where Ryoichi and Kyoshi was standing across, arms still raised, shoulders starting to sag and the strain finally catching up to them.

“When did they do it?”

Sukuna asked and faced you, his tongue licking his teeth.

You turned toward him, head low looking at his wet hands and carefully dried them with the kitchen towel.

“You were in Osaka. They were fighting over the TV… it started with throwing pillows, then the remote.”

His brow furrowed and didn't let you finish drying his hands. He crossed his arms starring at you in disbelief.

“And you didn’t tell me about this?”

You sighed feeling a little defensive and turned to face the living room with your arms crossed as well.

“I didn’t want to stress you out. I thought I fixed it and told them it wasn’t a nice thing to do.”

Sukuna exhaled deeply feeling frustrated.

“or you just didn't want me to know...”

He said lowly and continued.

“I get the gentle parenting is big for you, about keeping their mental state in good shape and all that...but they’re not babies anymore. It doesn’t work the same on them.”

You bit the side of your lower lip, guilty.

“I just know if I tell you about it, you’ll take them to the compound.”

Your brows furrowed at the idea and you gave him a quick side eye before turning your eyes to the TV.

A smirk tugged at his lips and he tried to hide it by scratching at his forehead with his arm. He knew how bothered you were by this idea. After all, you couldn’t stop babying his kids, despite his repeated warnings.

So he came up with a way to give you a little scare in return. He knew how much you loved the kids, that you couldn’t be strict anymore around them and he also knew Ryoichi was your favorite...being the most mommy’s boy. But Ryoichi was also his eldest and being the eldest meant setting an example, being strong and protecting the others...qualities Sukuna knows Ryoichi would never reach if he grew up clinging to his mother.

“What is so wrong about that? It’ll be good for them. Let them burn off all that energy with training.”

You whipped your head toward him, shooting a look that clearly said touch the kids and I’ll throw something at you.

Surprised by your intensity, Sukuna instantly stiffened, a chuckle escaping his lips. He raised his arms but instead of crossing the line, he stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to hug you.

“They’re your sons, not your future soldiers.”

You say in a mumble and felt his arms tightening around your body.

His chin rested on your shoulder and swayed you lightly.

“I know that but it’s really good for the kids. I was trained and I turned out fine, it wasn't even Pops who trained me...so this will be good for them cause it's daddy whos going to train them.”

That somehow made it worse. You couldn’t help but imagine how it would turn out and you didn’t like it. The boys crying, pleading for Sukuna to stop and knowing him…not stopping. The thought twisted your chest.

Unable to stay still, you broke out of his hold and stormed toward the living room, your heart pounding, irritated.

Behind you, Sukuna let out a slow sigh.

He glanced through the window again. Ryoichi and Kyoshi were still outside, arms trembling now, shoulders starting to droop and faces stubbornly set in matching scowls.

He soon stepped out to them and stopped in front of the boys, giving each of their raised hands a firm pat.

“Posture.”

He said flatly.

The boys straightened immediately, even though their arms were clearly giving in, half raised and jaws clenched, but they tried.

Sukuna’s voice dropped low, controlled and dangerous in its calm.

“What you did today is disrespectful. Fighting at the table, throwing things like animals...not in my house.”

He says low and stern as his eyes narrowed on them.

Both boys stiffened, head lowered.

“If you want to fight each other that badly. I’ll allow it, right now.”

Sukuna said evenly and ordered.

“Hands down.”

The boys glanced at each other, brows furrowed not with anger anymore, but worry. Neither of them moved.

“Face each other.”

The boys hesitated.

Sukuna stepped forward and made them move, gripping their shoulders and physically turning them until they stood face-to-face. Forced and unavoidable.

“Square up, since you’re both so mad at each other. Come on.”

Sukuna stood directly in front of them, arms crossed.

“Go on, punch your brother.”

He provoked.

Neither of them could even look at the other. Their eyes dropped, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Who started the throwing? Who initiated it?”

The boys stayed silent

His voice rose just a notch.

“Who. Started. It.”

Both boys flinched.

Ryoichi swallowed.

“I-I did...”

He muttered.

Sukuna’s gaze settled on him...cool but disappointed.

“Alright, punch your brother. Since you’re so angry. Do it.”

Ryoichi’s hands trembled on his sides. His breathing turned uneven.

“I—I don’t want to..."

“Why?”

“…Because he’s my brother”

Ryoichi muttered.

“Exactly.”

Sukuna's voice is firm but controlled.

“He is your brother. This is a family, we...are family. We watch each other’s backs. We protect each other. We don’t turn our hands on our own blood because we're angry.”

His tone hardened.

“Unity. That’s how we survived, remember? That’s how you stay strong.”

The air fell quiet...no shouting, no punishment left to give. Just the weight of the lesson settling in.

Then Sukuna continued.

“And you fought in front of your mother...”

Both boys swallowed, feeling guilty at the mention of you.

“You think about how stressful that is for her? Waking up, cooking for you, caring for all of you... then watching her sons act like that?”

Sukuna's gaze are on his boys, irritated just remembering how they threw things at each other and carefully rubbed the back of his neck feeling his blood high.

“Consider yourselves lucky that your mother is right there in the living room...cause if she wasn’t I’d be whooping your asses right now.”

He continued, voice dropping even lower

The boys looked at each other surprised cause daddy doesn't whoop their asses, but they have seen daddy whoop his teams asses.

“Fix your attitudes and your faces. Go inside and apologize to your mother.”

He says continuing to rub the back of his neck.

The relief was instant. Both boys quietly ran away from their spot and rushed inside the house.

You looked up, startled, just in time to see them slow to a stop in front of you.

Ryoichi rubbed at his arms, Kyoshi mimicking the motion without even realizing it. Then, together, they bowed.

“Sorry, Mommy.”

Ryoichi said, voice tight but sincere.

“I'm sorry, Mom.”

Kyoshi echoed, quieter.

Your chest squeezed and nodded, blinking fast and feeling sorry for what they had to endure.

You reached out your hands and settled over and each their forearms, rubbing gently and soothing where they’d been strained.

The warmth of your touch undid them more than the punishment ever could...both boys’ eyes went glassy, lips quivering, pressing together as they fought the sting lingering in their muscles and their pride.

“Thank you for apologizing, does this spot hurt so much? Do you want a patch for it?”

You murmured softly.

Ryoichi shook his head and leaned into you just a little, his head rested on yours not wanting to show his tears.

Kyoshi saw hiz brother and allowed himself to melt as well, sat on your lap and leaned on your chest.

Letting themselves be comforted, even if only for a moment.

Kira and Kaishi watched quietly.

Then Kira padded over on soft feet and reached up, small hands wrapping around Ryoichi’s, rubbing his arm with all the seriousness a little girl could muster.

Your hands moving to Kyoshi’s arms this time, massaging gently until his shoulders finally loosened.

Behind you, Sukuna entered and turned toward the kitchen and to the fridge.

“Don’t ever do that again, especially when Mommy's the only one here.”

He said flatly, voice carrying without needing to be raised.

“My punishments will only get tougher.”

He walked back into the living room holding two small cartons of Meiji chocolate milk, one in each hand. He held them out to Ryoichi and Kyoshi.

Both boys froze. In their moment of sulking, their eyes widened, surprise cutting straight through the lingering soreness because they really like that Meiji drink.

For all they know, it already ran out. You guess Sukuna bought another set when he got back.

“…Thank you, daddy”

Ryoichi muttered, pride still hanging on by a thread as he took it.

Kyoshi followed, quieter but the way his fingers curled around the carton gave him away.

Sukuna gave both of them a heavy but meaningful hand on the head.

“Daddy, me too!”

Kira chirped instantly, standing up and riaisng her hand.

Sukuna smiles softly as he offered her his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart. Come, let’s get yours.”

Kira slipped her hand into his, practically disappearing from how big Sukuna's hand was.

When it came to Sukuna, Kira was spoiled in ways the boys weren’t. Got away with things they never could. A tug on his sleeve, that soft voice calling Daddy and rules bent without a fight. She collected daddy passes like treasures, especially when she was being naughty.

Sukuna would never admit it, never say out loud how completely she had him wrapped around her finger but you saw it. Every time his posture softened. The way his voice shifted the second it was her.

And sometimes, watching him with her, you wondered if that was why he was so hard on the boys. Because now he had a girl. Another precious thing to protect.

“Get Kaishi one too, okay?”

You called after them.

Kira spun halfway around.

“Yes, Mommy!”

Sukuna glanced back at you once, something unreadable but fond passing through his eyes before disappearing into the kitchen with your daughter in tow.

Afternoon settled in quietly.

Kira was already asleep in her room, curled up and warm beneath her blanket. You’d just finished tucking her in, brushing a kiss to her forehead before carefully easing the door shut behind you.

The living room was a low hum of motion.

The boys were already in their soccer gear, moving fast but speaking in hushed voices, well aware of their sister sleeping.

“Did you bring the extra socks?”

Ryoichi muttered, crouched as he fixed his own.

Kyoshi nodded but he was frowning, scanning the room.

“Where’d you put the ball?”

“I’ve got the water.”

Kaishi said, lining bottles up neatly, ever the responsible one despite the rush.

You leaned against the doorway, watching them with a fond smile.

“Have a safe game, alright? And don’t be too rough on the village kids.”

They passed by you one by one, each earning a kiss to the top of their head before darting out the door with quick goodbyes and grins.

Outside, Toshi and Renji were already waiting by the gates, waving eagerly at you.

They, too, had been given the chance to stay behind but it seemed they preferred this. Being part of your little family mattered to them and their loyalty to Sukuna ran deep. In the end, all of Sukuna’s crew chose to come to Jeju, choosing him, choosing this life, without hesitation.

You waved back, calling out for them to be safe before watching the group disappear down the path.

The house finally exhaled.

You let out a slow breath yourself, shoulders relaxing now that silence had returned.

Isamu soon appeared, already rolling up his sleeves to tidy the place and you slipped away down the hall.

Sukuna was asleep when you peeked into the bedroom stretched out, chest rising and falling steadily, the afternoon light cutting warm lines across his frame.

You smiled to yourself and turned toward the bathroom instead. The bathwater was perfect, warm and soothing. You sank into it, eyes closing as the tension slowly melted away.

The door opened quietly.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

The air shifted, familiar and heavy and when you opened your eyes Sukuna was already there, stripping off the last of his clothes with lazy confidence.

You bit your lip without thinking, your gaze lingering as he approached.

He caught your chin gently, a smirk tugging at his mouth before he kissed you slow, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be. He followed the line of your jaw, your neck, until your breath hitched and your hands found his shoulders.

He eased into the bath with you, water sloshing dangerously close to the edge, his presence filling the space entirely. The world narrowed to warmth, quiet laughter and the steady rhythm of being held.

Somewhere along the way, the water spilled over but neither of you cared.

Sukuna woke first, the sun was already sinking low, the room washed in orange and gold. He rose quietly, leaving you asleep on the bed and went to get a glass of water.

In the living room, he checked the clock.

[6:30 PM]

The boys should’ve been back by six.

His hand slid into his pocket, fingers closing around his phone as he prepared to call Renji. Before he could, the gates creaked open. Sukuna moved to the window, pushing the curtain aside just enough to look out.

Renji and Toshi were walking in, voices low but sharp like they were arguing. Toshi’s expression gave it away immediately that something had happened.

Behind them, Ryoichi walked with his head down. Kaishi held his hand, quiet and close. Kyoshi trailed behind, both hands resting behind his head like nothing was wrong.

At first glance, everything seemed fine. Then Sukuna narrowed his eyes after seeing what seems to be a scratch marked on Kyoshi’s cheek.

“Fuck—fuck! wait! What do we say? He’s gonna kill us!”

Toshi hissed under his breath, stopping short.

Renji shot him a sharp look.

“Shh! Calm the fuck down. You’re gonna make it worse.”

“I’m serious, Renji! Look at him! If he sees that—”

Toshi muttered, glancing back at the boys.

“Lower your voice. You’re causing a panic for me and the kids.”

Renji snapped quietly.

Ryoichi’s shoulders tightened. Kyoshi shifted, hands still behind his head, suddenly less relaxed.

Toshi dragged a hand down his face.

“Shit…we should’ve patched him up a bit.”

“Too late, just…don’t lie.”

Renji said flatly now stepping into the threshold. Before he could reach for the doorknob it twisted by itself and soon the front door opened abruptly.

All of them froze just outside the doorway, tension snapping tight in the air.

Sukuna stood at the door, silent. His red eyes glinted in the dimming light, unreadable and dangerous. But said nothing.

Renji forced a grin.

“H-Hey, boss. Up early?”

Sukuna didn’t answer. His gaze moved past him, settling on his sons.

Ryoichi’s head still bowed.

Kyoshi turning slightly away, trying to hide his face.

Sukuna's eyebrow lifted slowly then looked at Toshi. To the most honest and scared one in the group.

“What happened?”

Sukuna asked Toshi.

Toshi swallowed hard.

“I—uh—b-boss, it’s just—well—”

Sukuna slowly circled the rim of his mug with his thumb, eyes unfocused, already wishing it were whiskey. Whatever he was about to hear was going to piss him off. And Toshi’s stuttering only made it worse.

“…We were just—see, the thing is—”

That was enough.

Sukuna walked past him and straight toward his sons.

Kyoshi looked up in surprise and that’s when Sukuna saw it clearly. Not a scratch. A punch mark.

His tongue clicked sharply against his teeth and his gaze dropped to Ryoichi, whose head remained lowered then at Kaishi.

Kaishi didn’t let go of his brother’s hand and instead, he looked up at his father and shook his head pleading to not get mad.

Sukuna exhaled slowly through his nostrils before bending down. He reached out, cupping Ryoichi’s chin and lifting his boy's face.

Ryoichi didn’t resist.

The moment Sukuna saw him, his grip tightened. The mug handle snapped clean off. The cup slipped from his hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud unbroken, but the water spilled across the ground.

Ryoichi’s nose was bleeding, blood trailing down to his chin. His face was marked with far more bruises than Kyoshi’s.

Sukuna didn’t react outwardly but his fist was already balled at his side. Swearing revenge on whoever did this to his son's.

“Keep your head up...when your nose bleeds, you stop it by keeping your head up. You lose too much blood, you get dizzy.”

Ryoichi nodded and kept his head facing upward.

Sukuna then brushed his thumb over the bruising near Ryoichi’s lip. Still warm, which meant it hadn’t happened long

“So, who’s going to tell me what happened?”

Sukuna said at last, straightening slowly, his voice dropping into something unmistakably dangerous.

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