#sixlimit

"Itadori, would you stay behind for a moment? Don't worry, I won't take too much of your time." Suguru tries to be as nonthreatening in his request as possible, but of course, the look on Yuuji's face tells him that he's expecting his teacher to nag at him about his latest test scores - which, to be fair, were not nearly as high as Suguru would like them to be, but that's not what he wants to talk to him about today. There's a pause as he listens to the footsteps of the other first year students get quieter and further away, until he's one-hundred percent sure that they're out of earshot, letting out a quiet sigh as his shoulders relax and his friendly smile falls into something slightly more... Serious. Worried, even, as much as he tries to keep his expression as neutral as possible.

"You can relax, this isn't about your grades. I know you've only returned to school recently, so I understand that it may take some time to catch up..." He's still pissed at Gojo for not giving him any proper education alongside his cursed energy training, but that information is of no use to his student. "I... wanted to make sure that you're doing alright. Being a sorcerer is already hard enough as it is, but you've had some... Truly exceptional hurdles in your short time here. I know you kids don't usually like to hear this, but I was in your shoes once - I know how awful it can really be. You can trust me not to judge you."

Part of him wonders why he's reaching out to Yuuji specifically like this - maybe it's because he reminds him so much of himself. A kid from a non-sorcerer family, suddenly thrown into this world, enduring unspeakable traumas and then coming back to school and putting up a strong front for his friends, doing his best to smile despite everything. He knows from experience that no matter how brightly someone shines, how loudly they laugh, they could be hiding a world of hurt inside - and if they keep it all bottled up, like Suguru did nearly a decade ago now, the consequences could be catastrophic. He doesn't want to see another student go through what he did - there's no way to protect him from the traumas of being a sorcerer, but he could, at the very least, let him know that he's not alone. There's a heavy weight in his chest at the thought, at he gives his student a bittersweet smile, a hollow ache in his heart.

@sixlimit / cont.

   ―  “ Yep.  Staring  at  you  because  you're  just  so  hot  and  fun. ”       the  response  comes  clipped  and  deadpanned,  forgoing  his  gentle  rubbing  with  a  handkerchief  in  favor  of  a  roughly  fast  motion  against  the  bruising  and  pained  flesh.  the  cut  was  deeper  than  he'd  thought,  now  that  he'd  leaned  in  for  a  better  look.   “ Geez.  How  did  you  not  feel  this? ”

›     HORROR   TENSION   STARTERS   PT   I. 

― well  now,  with  a  reaction  like  that,  how  could  he  not  have  kept  laughing?  Despite  Satoru's  insistence,  the  desperation  in  his  loud  voice  and  sweat  forming  above  his  brow  told  him  that  it  would  be  much  more  fun  to  DENY  such  a  request.  Everything  about  it  was  funny — Satoru's  uncharacteristic  urgency,  the  flustered  blush  that  blotted  paling  cheeks  .  .  .  his  hunched  over  form  as  he  rubbed  his  lower  back,  aching  from  his  fall  backwards  (  he  told  him,  repeatedly,  leaning  back  in  his  chair  like  that  —  )

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Toji merely shrugged before taking three steps to the right, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants—both father and son strolling down the pavement of a bustling street for some precarious bonding.

It did not take very long for some giggling high-school girls to catcall the two of them from across the street.

✉ @sixlimit said: satoru , with no decorum , slings his arms over the back of the couch , thus , sprawling them all down suguru's shoulders as a result . in addition , he says in that ' let's get into trouble ' tone " suguru . . . there's a new sweets shop opening up and their stuff looks too good to wait until tomorrow for . . . soooo , i made the executive decision for us to skip class ! "

Suguru raises a brow at the other, as if to ask if he really thought he was going to go along with this - which, to be fair, he usually does go along with his shenanigans at the end of the day - but he always has to act like he's going to be the more responsible one. "Really? You can't wait a single day?" He huffs, but he's clearly not in as bad as a mood as he would have Satoru think, leaning his head back against his arm. "That's no reason to skip class, you know. We should take our responsibilities as sorcerers seriously, and that includes our education..."

But what do they learn in class, exactly? They've covered pretty much everything they need to know about curses and techniques and binding vows and whatnot. And in terms of regular academics, the standards at Jujutsu Tech aren't nearly as high as they were at his previous schools - he should be fine. At most he'll have to do a little extra studying before their next test, but honestly, he might not even need it... Hmm... Outside of Yaga lecturing them, would it really be so bad to skip one measly day? They're teenagers, after all, they should enjoy their youth and do the usual stupid things all teenagers do... His stern expression relaxes as he mulls it over, pursing his lips for a moment before tilting his head to look at him, a hint of fondness flickering in his hazel eyes.