#silentfriday

•mahito who immediately followed you onto the train and stood across from you, expecting to go unnoticed

•mahito who had to stop himself from jumping up and down when he saw you throw him a polite smile and ask if he wanted to sit next to you, as if he’s just another passenger on the train

•mahito who almost thought you were doing something to his soul with the way his heart beat when you said you “liked his body mods” and asked for his number (he thought you meant the shape of his soul)

•mahito who found you at cool spots in abandoned areas and used “just going out for some air” as an excuse to sit with you for hours at a time every other night without fail

•mahito who finally became confident enough to tell you what he was and had no idea what to do with himself when you said that you thought so

•mahito who changed your soul and body just enough to stop whatever pain or sickness you were going through, without hurting your perfectly shaped soul

•mahito who’s idea of a date (and yours too) was going to an abandoned playground and acting far too childish for someone like him, and running from people who wouldn’t catch you two even if they tried

•mahito who spent hours convincing Kenjaku to keep you out of any of his plans against the people of Japan

•mahito who brought you as far from shibuya as possible on Halloween night in order to “see what the souls looked like elsewhere” because he was “bored of looking at the same plain, ugly souls over and over again”

•mahito who was fully prepared to pack up and leave when you found out what he had done in Shibuya

•mahito who cried for the second time in one night when you ruffled his hair and said that all you cared about was that he was with you now

To say Megumi didn’t love his family would be a blatant lie, I mean, he absolutely adored you, however, saying that he enjoyed Gojo’s childish antics was would be an even bigger lie. Today was no different; you lay on the ground next to Megumi, you still in pajama shorts, and Megumi in a tee and sweatpants that you swore, to his disbelief, that he looked cute in. (He was only 7, and yet he still felt too old to be considered cute). The two of you were peacefully doing crafts, he was drawing you two together with his dogs, and you were hot gluing buttons and lace onto a frame for the picture. Kuro and Shiro were curled up on each side of the couch, lazily napping taking advantage of the rare silence.

Speaking of silence, Satoru had been M.I.A since early morning, claiming he had an “important mission” and “not to miss him too much”, the only reason you knew not to worry was because he understood your concern for him, and always made sure to talk to you seriously before heading out for anything dangerous.

Megumi took the drawing in his hand, looked at it and hummed with satisfaction, you had no idea what the drawing looked like, because you were too focused on not burning yourself with the glue gun (because that definitely hadn’t happened before).

“Hey, Megs, can I see your picture?” you said, finishing up the frame and turning towards him.

“No!” He said, pulling it against his chest

“No?” You said, getting even more interested in whatever he had created.

“It’s a surprise!” He said with a face as serious as if he were denying you entry into his kingdom rather than saying you had to wait to see his drawing.

“If you say so, bud. I’m looking forward to it!” You said, laughing softly and ruffling his hair to his dismay, if there was one thing he shared with Gojo, it was his protectiveness towards his appearance.

Just as you start to tell Megumi what you were thinking, a familiarly obnoxious singsong voice breaks through the air, and an excessively long leg kicks the door wide open. “I’M HO-OOOMEEE” Satoru belts, knowing good and well he can’t sing.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear” you murmur and Megumi laughs, Gojo slaps his palm over his heart and gasps like a mother in law who’s just been talked back to for the first time. “Anyway,” you say, trying to change the topic before he went off on his daily operatic monologue. “Megumi and I have crafts to show you, go get your picture, Megs!”

Megumi, who had been cowering against you like a kitten who had just been introduced to a Great Dane (Gojo being the Great Dane, obviously) throws Gojo a sideways glance and walks to the where the drawing sat on the counter. He takes a deep breath and flips the drawing around:

“AWWWWWW!” You and Gojo gush at the same time, Megumi hands you the drawing so you can get a closer look, and you hold it away from Gojo, who is simultaneously pouncing at you like a kitten and looking at you like a lovesick puppy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t include me in your family drawing, Gumi bear” said Gojo, pouting and trying to grab the picture from you while you hand it back to Megumi, who is looking at Gojo like he’s crazy.

“You’re literally in the picture”, this time it’s you and Megumi who speak at the same time, you look as if holding back a decade’s worth of laughter and Megumi’s face is closer to a smile than it ever has been when Gojo tries to make him laugh.

You hold the picture up to his face and Megumi stands on his toes, leaning against you so he can point at the horrifying figure in the background, who Gojo swore was staring into his soul to mock him.

“THAT’S ME!” He shrieks (he sounds like Cynthia Erivo who just found a wanted poster with her face on it, and also has bronchitis) “THAT’S HOW MY LOVELY WIFE AND MY PRECIOUS BOY SEE ME?!” and there he goes, sinking to the ground as if he had been kicked in the back of his knee.

“You don’t like my drawing?” Says Megumi, his lower lip trembling as if he was gonna cry.

“NO, IM SORRY BABY I LOVE IT, PLEASE FORGIVE MY IGNORANCE” Gojo shouts and throws his arms around Megumi like he was returning from years of war. Megumi smiled at you over Gojo’s shoulder and slid his black card towards you as you slipped a bag of gummy bears into his bag. You both looked at each other, locked in a silent countdown, before Gojo could even recognize what was happening, you had kissed his head, called out a “Bye! Love you, Satoru”, grabbed Megumi, and sprinted for the door, slippers and all, waving the black card like a prize before sliding it into your purse and slamming the door.

“WHY DO I ALWAYS FALL FOR THIS?” yelled Gojo, pretending to be upset, yet as he looked at the drawing in the button and lace frame you had made, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Hope you enjoyed! I love writing for Gojo especially in a fun, cringe dad kind of way

From a young age, you've been able to see things that nobody else could, always spotting monstrous nightmares out of the corner of your eye, however you didn't see this as a (for lack of better terms) curse, you watched these grotesqueries with rapt attention.

The only reason you had friends was because they thought you were some wise mediator who could describe the creatures from their nightmares (in reality, the monsters were literally still with them; all you had to do was look at them and pretend to be psychic)

Even with these friends, you still found it more fun to chase down and observe these monsters on your own, only bothering to be discreet when the creature was vaguely human. You kept a sketchbook with drawings of them and notes about their behaviors.

Despite your "carefulness" you were caught off guard one day while, when a hand like a tailor's worst nightmare snatched the book from your grasp.

Spinning around, expecting the arm to belong to a random punk who wanted to bother you, and excited to beat them up, you gasp at the sight of an unnaturally beautiful smile and swinging blue hair hanging over your face.

“Geto-San!, looook what I found!” He says, in a mix between a whine and a singsong. “Not our priority mahito” so that was his name…

The man (whom you learned to be “Geto”) soon left Mahito at your side, somehow managing to remain elegant while rushing off to do whatever it is he does.

Somehow, within the hour you spent with him (or rather, he spent with you) you learned that he was like one of the monsters you saw, only stronger, and that he could manipulate his body, and the bodies (more specifically souls) of others.

Mahito assumed that when you found out what he could do to you, you would run off or try to convince him to do something with your enemies if you were really crazy, however no once did it cross his mind that you would say “Can you try on me?”

That night, strange as it may seem, is what led to where you are now, in your home with your legs dangling from the roof, and a mass of blue hair tickling the bare skin of your thighs as mahito rests his head on your lap. He’s made a habit out of staying with you, only leaving when he has to do whatever Kenjaku’s evil plan requires of him, and then modifying his legs to sprint back to as fast as possible and flying if he’s particularly eager, (and let’s face it, when is he not?)

When he wants to wreak havoc that doesn’t involve whatever Kenjaku wants to do with the world (you both ignore his monologues and play around in his face each time) he takes you with him to the red-light district. Why there? So that you two can mess with drinks and crackheads and trick them into thinking they’re going insane, your personal favorite feat was when Mahito transfigured a man in front of his friend and sent you to distract anyone he tried to point it out to, by the time they turned, the guy was back to normal. (That man vowed to never drink again that night, so if you think about it, you two did a pretty good deed)

Ever since you taught him how to use a phone, this is what spending even an hour away from him looks like:

Okayyy, what do we think? I think I might make this into a mini series with smaus and headcanons and stuff

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