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THE HONOURED ONE

Gojo's stuck in the monotony of death, expectations, and untouchable power. Until he finds someone he wants to give everything to.

Or: Gojo really wants to be a baby daddy.

Features student Gojo to dad Gojo, loss of virginity, breeding kink/impregnation, and mild angst.

Dying, even if death was only a fleeting thought while the blade plunges in, had a way of illuminating priorities. Gojo couldn't stop thinking about how horribly boring it would be to die a virgin. A virgin in a backwards society, hardly alive long enough to make any waves. The only Six Eyes to die without any kind of legacy, without an heir. As Gojo wills his skin to knit itself back together he thinks about how badly he'd rather be tasting somebody's cum than his own blood. He is, after all, still a teenage boy.

It's a thought that picks away at his self-assured gravity; the sun is a lonely star. After Riko he couldn't stop from retreating into himself. Even as Suguru stopped attending class with any regularity and Shoko began to chainsmoke at a rate unreasonable even for her. The guilt and the Six Eyes wouldn't let his mind rest, picking apart every possible what if and sign he missed. The same wooshing grey mix of anxiety, monotony, and infinite isolation continue to fill Gojo's days as second year melts into third. By the time the nausea of trauma finally starts to fade the Kyoto students have arrived for his last exchange event.

It's the same set up as the previous year, but at least he can enjoy the fresh air while lamenting the lack of originality of the higher ups. Gojo's crouched above the treetops, his infinity both elevating him and keeping him in place while the wind disturbs the leaves. He's observing a small group of Kyoto's kids before ambushing them. Suguru deals with the curses, Gojo harasses the competition. The rest is irrelevant. There are three standing together, nobody higher than grade two, and a fourth standing about a foot away. It's hard to get a read on the last student. She's just a swirling black hole, absorbing energy all around without giving off a clear indication of her own innate skill. Techniques using some kind of energy leeching are neither common nor unheard of, useful for dampening the danger in any given scenario but often too reliant on the gimmick. She'll only be of any interest to him battle-wise if she can do something with all the power she's draining. No time like the present. Gojo smirks to himself as he plummets below.

"I'd say sorry to drop in, but…" He taunts while hovering just overtop of someone's head as though he's on TV rather than in a violent competition. (Sometimes he prefers to envision his life that way anyway.) Everyone leaps away, entering a battle stance, except for the little black hole who snort-laughs from the sideline. As soon as his eyes are drawn to her his view is blocked by a cloud of dirt she kicked up and manipulated in front of his face. That combined with the other detritus she conjures up to block or soften his blows is a not bad use of an energy well, but no finishing move. Nobody else is of any interest so he knocks them out fast.

"Is that it?" He finally gets a good look at her. Tan skin, uneven dyed orange hair with dark roots sticking out, and a couple of face piercings that glint in the scattered bits of sunlight. Visions of the polished women he grew up with and unsigned marriage contracts swim up to the surface of his memory. Just one good glance at this girl makes his heart give a messy little twinge in his chest. "Ready to give up?"

Brushing her bangs out of her eyes, she pants out "not quite" before ripping a tree out of the ground and hurling it at him. For a moment he's impressed. A simple shot of red and the tree bursts into wood shrapnel. Gojo pushes his energy out to make sure none of it spirals off in her direction.

"Your technique won't do well against something like mine." He pulls down his opaque glasses to get a better look at her. It doesn't cost him anything to tell her this. He might not mind if it did.

"Does anything?" Gojo's answering grin couldn’t be wider. Sometimes he has brief moments where he wonders about anonymity, but not when his reputation gets him the attention of a pretty girl.

"No, but projectiles aren't going to do much to any strong sort of shield."

"I don't know a whole lot else yet, it's my first year." She shrugs and begins to pull her wild hair back into a bun. Gojo approaches her but she gives no indication she has the will or energy to fight anymore.

"Hmm. Sleep now, and we'll chat more later." Before she can finish wrangling her hair he taps her forehead and then throws her over his shoulder, without his infinity blocking her warmth.

&&&

"Why do you have a girl with you?"

He likes that she's small. Most everyone is to him, but especially someone as short as her. Gojo enjoys the feeling of her little body bouncing over his shoulder with each stride. If they had a daughter he bets she would be small too, but deadly with their combination of techniques. Gojo stumbles, just for an unnoticeable half-second. Maybe his clan's nauseating indoctrination has sunk in more than he thought, but he lets his long fingers gently caress the bare skin of her legs nonetheless.

"I'm intrigued. Did you know there was a first year competing?"

"No. But one of the third years was missing, so that's probably why." Shoko slows her pace to light a cigarette, and the boys match her speed.

"Is she strong?" Suguru had not spoken since confirming he absorbed the last curse. Gojo brows pinched inward at the odd question. Suguru wasn't usually one to prioritise strength. At least not on first meeting. It was Suguru who taught Gojo that even people weaker than them had value. But his attention was drawn back to the sleeping girl draped over him. The gentle cadence of her breathing, the rhythmic press of her chest to his back.

"With the right training she could be."

"Is that why you have her? Training?" Shoko gives a wry chuckle behind her hand, smoke slithering between her loosely positioned fingers. "Kyoto's going to be angry when they see one of theirs is missing."

"I'll bring her back in one piece." He winks and warps them away before Shoko can tell him how bad of an idea it is. Gojo assumes Shoko has enough loyalty to him as a friend and co-competitor not to text her on-again off-again girlfriend Utahime about his harmless kidnapping. Probably. Maybe.

With Shoko in mind, he teleports them to her room since they're less likely to be interrupted (found) there. Gojo just wants the chance to talk to this girl person to person, without anyone else giving their opinions on him. Moments like that are hard to come by when he's among other sorcerers. In his restlessness he spins around in Shoko's computer chair, trying to stop himself from observing this new Kyoto student too hard while she naps on the bed.

When he feels the pull of her technique again, Gojo knows she's beginning to wake up. "Hello my little collapsed star."

"...what?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes at an unhurried pace, as though not fully connected to reality yet.

"You know, like a black hole? Pulling everything in. You're a little energy leech."

"Gross. Don't call me that." She scrunches her nose in irritation. Gojo smiles at the warm fond feeling blooming in his heart.

"Well what should I call you, Little Star?" It appears to Gojo as though she's fighting off her own small smile. It is a good nickname.

"Where are we? Is the competition over?" Little Star glances around, assessing her surroundings with narrowed eyes. In response Gojo throws his arms out with a flourish of jazz hands.

"In my friend's room! I wanted a chance to talk to you before your friends steal you away from me, like the sore losers they are."

"Okay… I think you’re the one who did the stealing." With interlaced fingers she stretches her arms overhead, pulling her dress up her thighs a bit. "But why do you want to talk to me?"

Gojo hadn't thought that far ahead, instead trying to keep his excitement down to a manageable simmer. He knew he wanted to offer her additional help with mastering her technique at the very least. It was a way to get his foot in her door. "Let me show you around my favourite places in Tokyo. I'm starving after all that hard work knocking your teammates out."

"If you’re planning to interrogate me for my team's weaknesses, you're wasting your time." She rolls her eyes. "Though I can't imagine why you would need to, Gojo."

"Call me Satoru." He pulls down his sunglasses for a moment to wink at her.

At this the tension starts to leave her body and she smiles. "Rei. Lozano-Hashimoto Reina."

"Hello Rei, Little Star." Fluffing up his hair, he wonders how to keep her attention. Satoru has never had to try to win someone over. There had never been anyone he cared enough about to put in an effort if his looks didn't have them falling at his feet.

"I, um, have a boyfriend. If, uh, that's what this is." Rei blushes a lovely peachy pink shade. It's Gojo's new favourite colour.

"Is he a sorcerer?"

"Yeah. He's in the same year as you. I was the substitute since he's out sick." Once he found out his name, Satoru would send him a fruit basket for inadvertently putting Rei in the path of his Six Eyes.

"Oh so you like older men then?" He puffs out his chest to draw out a (small) giggle. "Well is he as handsome, talented, and strong as me?"

"You know the answer to some of that." Her eyes are radiant with pleasure. But she won't be taking his lead and stroking his ego. "What if I had said he was just a regular person?"

Gojo crossed his arms, giving a subtle flex. "Couldn’t work. Your lives are too different."

"So you have an answer for every scenario?" She tilts her head, seeming to contemplate him.

Instead of responding Gojo extends his hand to her. They warp behind his favourite bakery, fingers still interlaced as they go inside.

Little Star becomes an accurate nickname, because Gojo finds himself pulled into Rei's orbit. It's too easy to fixate on the scent of her lotion or her dorky snort when he gets her laughing really hard. Not a day goes by he isn't texting her about some inane thought going through his head or pictures of food (that often just happen to have him in them). Any time Gojo can find an excuse to go to Kyoto, he's there. It's that simple for him. Even if Shoko tells him (in her usual ruthless, deadpan way) that it's just because he's a sad little virgin, he could feel in his soul that it's more than that.

Even though Rei doesn't have the same conviction, he's sure enough for the both of them.

"I can't just transfer to Tokyo." Gojo can hear her smile in her tone, even if he can't see her over the phone. It's one of their regular extra-long Friday night phone dates. The highlight of his week, when he can't make it to Kyoto in person.

"Sure you can. I can talk to Gakuganji."

"You mean you can annoy him into giving you what you want."

In his mind he can picture her balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder, like when she gets deep into conversations with her friends back in America or her family in Mexico. The thought of buying plane tickets for them to take a trip across the ocean on their next break has often crossed his mind. Might as well throw Spanish into the mix of languages he knows.

"It’s a valid way of getting things done."

"I can't just leave my life here. It was hard enough moving to a new country. I feel like I just got settled in Kyoto. I can’t leave my newest friends behind too." Shuffling sounds travel through the phone speaker so he knows she can't sit still through having yet another iteration of this conversation.

"You mean you can't leave your boyfriend." In his mind he can picture Rei fidgeting with her hair as she always does when she feels overwhelmed or nervous. Gojo may have a (well-earned) god complex, but he's still self-aware. He knows he is intense when he fixates and he's put a lot on her.

"Satoru…he's the reason why any of these people became my friend in the first place. Between my accent and my draining technique, I'm not winning any popularity contests." The accent peeking out behind the Japanese words is just one of the many things that make her painfully endearing to him. He can't fathom why anyone would think less of her. "I don't want to go back to being a total outcast again."

"You wouldn't have to worry because you would have me! Besides, being popular is overrated."

"Easy for you to say. Everyone loves you." If only you knew how much he enjoyed tormenting his friends and colleagues, like Utahime and Nanami. Loved isn't a word he would use to describe himself. When he doesn't offer any reply, in a quiet voice Rei adds "What if you actually saw me everyday and got sick of me?"

Gojo isn't sure how to tell her that he'll never grow tired of her without pushing her away with his fervent conviction. She fills the silence again. "Besides, I feel like I would just be running from my problems if I let you whisk me away to Tokyo."

“Are people still giving you a hard time? I thought you said you have friends there.” Gojo forces his tone to be light even though he's feeling weighed down by the obligations keeping you two apart.

“I'm only half Japanese, Satoru. Don't pretend you don't know how people get about that.”

In response Gojo can only clench his fist. While his presence demands respect, he can't bully people into being kind to her when he's stuck in Tokyo.

“Clear your schedule this weekend! You've got something more important to do.”

“I can't just drop everything again, Toru.” She laughs again while he imagines her moaning his nickname instead.

“What's more important than a visit from your best friend?” It never grows old, calling himself that. Suguru is still on his mind too, of course. But when he tries to find peace, it's Rei's small hands and wide smile he pictures.

“Well I promised Jiro we could go on a date this weekend, and I have a mission on Sunday.”

“You see Ojisan everyday. Boring! Not as fun as me. Besides, I can make sure you're extra safe on your mission. I bet he would appreciate knowing that the Strongest is looking out for you.” Gojo can't wait for the day Rei stops wasting her time on that weak sorcerer.

“Gojo! You have to stop calling him that! I'm pretty sure Jiro will dump me if I accidentally call him Ojisan one more time.” Even when scolding him, Gojo can still make you laugh. “Also I promise you that is not the case. He's already upset we spend so much time together. If he knew about our nightly phone calls he would for sure break up with me.”

“It’s not my fault he's too weak to not worry about our wholesome friendship!”

There's that silly snort-giggle he adores. “How would you feel if you had a girlfriend who spent half her free time talking to the strongest sorcerer alive?”

“Impossible. I can’t even pretend. There's nobody like me. And I have the utmost confidence that I'll always be able to hold your attention.”

If Rei ever denied his hints, he would slow down somewhat on voicing their inevitable future. But she doesn't, so he doesn't. Gojo is just waiting for her cue to make the dance they've been doing official.

&&&

It's impossible for Gojo not to get bogged down by how much the world needs him. So it’s nearly 9 pm when he finally makes it to Kyoto. Four hours later than when he hoped to arrive. After months of friendship Rei no longer frowns or huffs when he is late, nonetheless she alone is the one Gojo tries to be prompt for. Since he's already so far behind, he stops to pick up her favourite mochi on the way. It's not necessary to smooth things over, but a little dessert is a good reminder of how sweet he can be if she lets him.

By the time he makes it there Rei is already dressed in a loose shirt and small pajama shorts. With one hand she opens the door and with the other she holds a small box of takeout sushi. The date he hoped she would skip must have happened once she realised he wouldn't make it anywhere near the promised time. With a full mouth she greets him, before climbing back on her bed. There's a movie on pause on her small TV, probably a Pedro Almodovar film.

Whenever he gets to her room he likes to take the differences between theirs in. Where he has signed prints from his favourite mangaka, she has posters of her favourite rock bands. Satoru has a neat arrangement of designer sunglasses on his dresser while she has a messy spread of well-used makeup. However they both have laundry piled on the floor and framed pictures with their friends.

“Are you going to come in?”

Things aren't usually awkward between them, but Gojo doesn't know how to begin. Conversations about assassination attempts or his conservative upbringing with unmeetable expectations are infrequent. Usually only brought up as brief whispers during the midnight hour phone calls.

“We’re going to get in trouble if you're caught lingering in the doorway. Whatever's bothering you will probably bug you less if you're inside my room.” Rei licks any food residue off her fingertips and then pats the bed next to her. Gojo shrugs with an awkward chuckle and does as she asks.

“Hold up your hand.” It’s her turn to follow instructions. She does as asked and he brings his own to meet hers. Without turning off his infinity for once, the first time since they met.

At first she laughs and tries to push through his impenetrable wall. His face and his infinity remain unmoving. “Okay Satoru, I get it. You're the toughest of tough.”

“It’s hard to get close to people.” Finally he drops his defence and links their hands together. “Before you, I only let Suguru, Shoko, and Yaga touch me.”

Using his free hand he unzips his coat to bear the scars Fushiguro left behind. Then he places her free hand on a haunted patch of skin. “You're the only one who has ever touched me here.”

“Toru…” She caresses the faded wounds. Between his name and whatever she was going to say next she he cuts her off. Before he can convince himself out of it.

“You are the only person who ever will touch my scars. I could never get sick of you Rei.” Closing his eyes he leaned down to touch foreheads while speaking. “You'd get sick of me first. Everyone says I have a terrible personality.”

“Yeah but your terrible personality is what I like best about you.” Rei tilts her face up to place the lightest of kisses against Satoru's forehead. “Nobody else would be goofy enough to laugh at my terrible jokes.”

&&&

The first time Rei ever goes to Tokyo just to see Satoru is after word spreads about Geto's betrayal. If Gojo had texted her himself, she still would have come to check on him. But hearing it secondhand from her classmates is enough to send her to the first train she can catch.

There's no light peeking out from the bottom of his door frame. Total silence instead of the usual idol pop or rap. But she doesn't know where else to start.

“Come on Satoru! Let me in!” She’s yelling despite being out of breath from running across campus. Yaga pretended not to see as she took off toward the boys’ dorms, which only emphasised how poorly Gojo must be doing.

“Sa-”

The door opens midway through his name to reveal an unnaturally still Satoru. It's strange to see her best friend without the natural movement that characterises almost everything he does. His tendency to fidget is one of the first things she ever noticed. A compulsion Rei could relate to. Now he looks like he's the one Geto killed.

In most circumstances, Rei is careful not to encourage his blatant adoration. Even though the feelings are mutual. Besides being in different cities with different relationship statuses, he's the most powerful sorcerer from one of the three major clans. There are enough reasons for her not to want to risk their friendship. But it feels so right to guide him back to his bed and hold him like a lover.

“So I, uh, broke up with my boyfriend before I came here. I know that's a stupid thing to bring up now, I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be right here for you. I told him that even if he had an emergency today, I would still choose you first. Our friendship means everything to me. So I'll be here in Tokyo as long as you need me.”

In the ensuing silence Gojo squeezes her so tight she feels her bones creak from the pressure. While she can't mimic the strength, her returning hug has the same intensity. Once he releases her, Rei flicks on his sleek tv to a gameshow to fill the space she leaves behind for a bathroom break.

When she returns she's mesmerised by the way the colours of the screen flash across his face. Satoru looks like he belongs in a museum. Even with dark circles and greasy hair. It's impossible to deny his request when he starts pulling their clothes off. She ignores his unwashed breath while he climbs over her and finds his way inside. He manages two thrusts and an underwhelming finish before releasing all the tears he held back into her curls. This is how the (in)famous Gojo Satoru loses his virginity.

One day Rei knows they'll laugh about this moment, but for now she strokes his shaking back into stillness. All worries are for tomorrow. In the moment there is only their combined salt.

There's patience and then there's Satoru's version of patience.

He waits years. YEARS. Until she's almost finished her 4th year and achieved Grade 1 status. Until they're both adults in charge of their own lives. Taking care of (parenting?) Tsumiki and Megumi was making him rabid. He knew his fixation might be a bit weird given their ages. But every time he saw her laughter spreading to those kids he couldn't help but picture her belly round with their own. She had already made the concession years ago that it was fine that he just pulled out, as though she doesn't enjoy the risk too. It wasn't unprecedented. They didn’t use any kind of birth control that first day. At the time they felt relief that their lack of forethought didn't have any consequences. Now it just wasn't enough for him anymore.

He had already proposed to her no less than three times in as many years. Each time Rei was firm in her denial, stating that they were too young. But Gojo thought (hoped) he could read the secret thrill in how her dark brown eyes lit up. She always blushed and never tried to discourage his continued attempts to claim her however he could. Trying a different tactic, he casually introduced her to someone with his last name. The first time he did it an ambivalent twitch crossed his Little Star's soft features. But then she started introducing him with her own last names as a teasing retaliation. It escalated to a month of them introducing one another with the other's full name entirely, even to people they already knew. Their game reached its peak when they tried to switch clothes, but the tip of Gojo's dick was visible under her skirt. He limited himself to only planning his next proposal and calling her ‘Gojo Reina’ when he felt she was being treated poorly by others.

"I thought you wanted to break away from all the traditions." Rei nudged her concerns into vocal existence one evening while snuggled onto his chest. It didn’t come as a surprise. While much of his life was spent locked away in various estates, he had watched enough TV to know people seldom proposed to the same person multiple times while barely out of their teen years. Suguru had always told him he came off too strong. Even years later he could still hear his estranged best friend lecturing him in his head.

"Can't blame me for being at least a little bit a product of my upbringing." A shrug and his mischievous signature grin was enough for her in that moment. To really push the subject out of her mind he reminded her just how spectacular he had become at using his tongue.

So while his cursed energy was boundless, his ability to wait to start his life the way he wanted it had reached its inevitable end. Technically she still lived in the dorms, as was the standard for all sorcerers who were still students, but any time he was in Tokyo she stayed in his (their) apartment in Ginza. On this particular evening he was still supposed to be out of town, but he wrapped things up at a speed surprising even for him. The kids were sent off to friends' houses for the night, with strict orders not to call unless it was an emergency. He sent a text telling her he was home early and had even picked up yakitori from their favourite spot.

Fuel for the long night he has planned.

&&&

Rei let herself into his (their?) apartment, eager to reunite. The sentiment is always mutual, even without Satoru ‘Fuck Vibes’ greeting her. Soft lighting in sunset shades and mellow R&B music to give ambiance. He even lit the sweet almond candles she favours. It's a little goofy that Gojo still uses cliches to set the mood after so many years of undeniable need, but the effort makes her float into the next room.

Approaching the living room she hears a groan come from the depths of Satoru's chest. It's so rare that they have the place to themselves that she's surprised to see him naked on the couch stroking himself. That mouth-watering cock, curved and flushed, standing tall in his vigorous hand. Dark pink tip begging for her attention, moans calling to her.

"Somebody's impatient. I told you you're too spoiled." It was meant to be light teasing, but her lover doesn't acknowledge it. The single-minded focus Satoru has on his dick creates a reciprocating tingle in Rei's thong.

"Can't wait anymore." His eyes are closed, with head leaning over the back of the couch with his feathery lashes pointed up to the high ceiling. As if nothing in the world exists but his need to chase his pleasure. It's so rare for Rei to see him worry-free that she almost feels like she's intruding.

"You don't have to. I'm here." Skipping any sort of seductive stripping, Rei yanks off every layer keeping them apart. Anything less than utilitarian seems like a waste of time.

"No I mean I'm done being safe and waiting for you to let me fuck a baby into you. I'm going to give you all my cum and you're going to take it like the good girl you are."

She clued into his breeding kink early on. Satoru has never been one for subtlety. It's visible in his distaste for contraceptives, yet he always waits to pull out until the very last moment. The way he would rub his cum onto Rei's soft stomach when she wouldn't let him massage it into her labia. Once he got comfortable with dirty talk his implicit desires became explicit. It wasn't a kink she would have come up with on her own, but now Rei could barely climax without it filling her mind.

"Are you serious?" It's not a real question, she can read him like the manga he loves to share, but confirmation of what is happening.

Satoru answers by teleporting the few feet from the couch to grab Rei with a smirk, and then again to their king-sized bed before she can process his actions. Air explodes out of her mouth in a violent gasp the second they bounce down onto the mattress. Her lover warped himself inside of her. No slow thrusts, words of praise or degradation, or even a considerate dollop of lube on his long, long cock. The pressure is overwhelming and she's already on the verge of an orgasm.

"Fucking hell Satoru! I thought you were going to give me a warning before we tried that." She chokes out as her mind and body catch up to one another. Wrapping her legs around his slender hips, she grinds her quivering body against his toned frame. To ease the ache and push her towards the release she's panting for. The moisture from her breath collides with his collarbone as she catches up to his level of arousal.

A little forehead kiss serves as all the apology she gets before he picks up the pace. "I know you can take it, you little slut. Just like you're gonna take all this cum deep inside and make me an heir. Show me what this cunt was made for."

Spreading her wider by the thick cheeks of her ass, he grinds right back until Rei's whole world contracts around him. “That’s it. Suck me in deep, Little Star."

Ever gentle even when he's in dom mode, he waits until the grip of her pussy isn't so ferocious before pounding her smaller body into the mattress. The bed frame creaks in time with each meeting of their hips. Every thrust has Satoru withdrawing so that only the thick head remains before forcing himself in as deep as he can go. Embarrassing little whines escape Rei's mouth each time he begins the cycle anew.

"You're making it so easy to knock this wet little pussy up." He laughs as she clamp down on his shaft a little harder without intending to. It feels so good that it begins to be too much too soon after her surprise orgasm. “You're soaking the bed you little whore.”

"I'm so sensitive. Please switch positions." She taps his shoulders and begs him between huffing breaths. Even after four years of rigorous training Rei’s nowhere near strong enough to move him unless he wills it. It's one of the million things she loves about him.

Satoru slows down to watch the heavy drag of his thick cock before stopping. The moan he lets out in response to their combined friction is the push needed to have her cumming before she's ready. This time he doesn't let Rei catch her breath as he flips her over into one of the position they like best. She's as pliable as putty while he pulls her hips up with one hand, pressing her chest down into the bed with the other. The moment Satoru has manhandled her the exact way he wants, he's battering her tender cervix into submission.

Rei's never been more grateful he insisted on soundproofing in the bedroom, because it feels unnatural to contain her cries when he's fucking her the way he's always insisted he would. Nobody enjoyed dorm living with the pair. Yet Rei always struggled to make apologies; how could she be sorry when it feels so right having his body bent over hers like this?

Just when she was sure she would collapse under the pressure, Satoru pinches her clit and forces their cries to synchronise. His liquid heat erupting against her womb feels like a galaxy being born.

Around a decade after first getting together, Gojo's taking his students out for well-deserved ice cream after the highs and lows of the most disastrous exchange event yet. With the help of his wife and his therapist (one she insisted he get before she finally accepted his proposal) he's come to understand that he has a need to nurture. To heal himself and to save others. It's part of why he teaches, aside from his grand plan to revolutionize jujutsu. So even though the baseball game he orchestrated helped to redirect the energy of the overwhelmed students, he couldn't think of anything better to soothe one's soul than desert.

If he happened to take them to his family's favourite ice cream place, well then maybe he needed the pick me up too.

While he always wore his matching gold band, none of his students outside of Megumi and Yuta knew about his personal life. Satoru made a point of not discussing his family with anyone from the jujutsu world who didn’t already know about them. Enough people had seen him and his wife together when they were teenagers that it wasn't exactly a secret. Rei and Shoko have a weekly girls night, and she and Nanami like to cook elaborate meals together every so often. She even takes on missions a few times a year, when she isn't preoccupied with the future of the Gojo clan (how his Little Star despises when he describes raising their children that way) or advocating for their plans (arguing) with the higher ups. It wasn't much, but he felt just the tiniest bit better about their safety knowing that not they weren't the most public couple. His enemies couldn't target people they didn't know existed

The ding of the little shop's bell alerted the students who weren't already picking up on the energy signatures as they approached the store.

"Gojo?" Megumi put down his spoon and looked to his sort-of-father-figure/regular-annoyance for confirmation. Without being told Megumi always understood the importance of keeping their family life quiet, even though the shared Gojo/Fushiguro household was anything but.

"If you’re done, can I eat that?" Yuuji picks Megumi's spoon and starts using it, no concern for either hygiene or Megumi's increasingly obvious crush on him.

"Daddy!"

&&&

Rei adjusts her youngest daughter on her hip while watching her eldest launch herself into her father's waiting arms. While she has told her about Daddy's Important Job, Rei doesn't blame her child for disregarding the rules for a chance to bask in his light. Satoru is gone so frequently that she wants to do the same. The hair and eyes would be a dead giveaway regardless, even if they pretended not to know one another. But if he's at one of their family's special places it could only be on purpose.

"Hey you big dork!" Rei exclaims, unable to fully hide being caught off guard but still full of affection. "I see it's surprise introduction time."

"You have kids?!" Pink-haired kid with a huge smile. Itadori. Satoru kept him hidden at the Gojo estate to avoid Sukuna finding out about you. Rei feels the ancient curse's energy pulsing within the kid. Not a chance she'll ever use her technique anywhere near him. The chaos it could trigger is enough of a deterrent.

"Someone procreated with you?!" Big Panda. Hard to miss. She wonders what other people think. Probably assume it's some sort of costume. A very realistic costume.

"She’s too pretty for you. How'd you manage that?" A girl Rei assumes must be Nobara looks her up and down, appraising or perhaps checking out. Her strawberry ice cream is beginning to drip down the cone. The girl in glasses (presumably Maki, the similarities between Zenin and her son are obvious) smirks at her girlfriend for a moment before doing the same.

"Yeah. Too pretty." Maki agrees in a dismissive tone before going back to her mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"What do ya think kiddo? Is Mommy too pretty for me?" Satoru grins while watching his eldest devour what had been his ice cream.

"Yes." She says with a mouthful of rainbow sprinkles. The two of them have the same favourite flavours. Nearly identical features too, except for the nose. Their youngest favours her more, but Rei adores them both just the same.

"Gumi!" Her toddler reaches for her current favourite person. He looks a little embarrassed by the nickname and uncomfortable with the attention, but still makes his way over to pick her up. With his personality she bets his friends would never assume he's amazing with his younger siblings. In the background Rei hears Nobara lecture Megumi about keeping secrets.

"Hey Kitty Kat, why don't you go bother Megumi and meet my students so I can talk to Mommy?"

She looks to Rei first for permission this time. Smart girl. She gives her daughter a nod and takes over her daughter's place on Satoru's lap.

Pressing her body against his, they kiss without apology like when they were teenagers. Albeit far more chaste than when fueled by angst and hormones. The actual teenagers make various noises of disgust, except for Itadori who lets out a good natured laugh like the little ball of sunshine you've been told he is. Upon moving to Japan Rei found such blatant displays of affection are frowned upon, but Satoru never let that stop them.

During this sweet, cloudless afternoon Rei is not worried about telling Satoru that she's pregnant again, unplanned during a time when he's busier and even less present than ever before. She can't remember the last time they shared a bed regularly or he was fully focused on her during a conversation. Rei doesn't anticipate the darker days approaching, the violence coming to steal her husband away when she cannot save him. All she wants is to taste the sugar on his tongue over and over again.

#DOMESTIC GOJO #I LOVE #🪟.window sightings

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