okay but like do you think gojo and oc would ever have a baby of their own, giving tsumiki and megumi a sibling, or are their adopted children enough?
sometimes i like to think oc would agree to become a teacher just to feel like all her students are also her babies.
i am personally of the belief that satoru wants a million children. and he says this, verbatim, when you get together.
“oh, just by the way we’re having ten kids, kay, love ya!”
but then there’s the fact that he doesn’t care where they come from. biological children, adopted children, curse wombs, mahito’s silly little transfigured humans… you got ‘em, he’ll take them.
you, on the other hand, have always been… wary about kids. i mean there’s no doubt that you adore them, think they’re precious little angels to be bestowed on only the best of beings—i mean, really, the reason satoru sought you out to help with megumi and tsumiki is because he knew you liked kids.
still… there’s that doubt, that worry that you could never be enough for a child. that you could never give them a childhood that you wanted and deserved.
teenage you is the gloomiest of them all, and if you asked her, she’d probably say no.
but then a stupid man brought home two children unannounced and swore he was going to help with them (he does… occasionally).
so, without warning, you gets the kids you’ve always (secretly) dreamed of. and who could ask for more than megumi and tsumiki, really? who even could?
(so obviously that fear is quickly washed away. i mean, there’s days, weeks, months of doubts where you’re sure that you’re doing everything wrong. sure that megumi is never going to be able to live in society as a normal human being, and that tsumiki is going to suffer from her soft, easygoing heart.
luckily satoru is also there to prove that if you think you’re doing anything wrong, he’s doing it ten times worse.
and sometimes he sweet talks you. but only for the rewards, of course.
you both learn that parenting is less about being perfect than adapting to the needs of the tiny beings, bending at their every will…)
still, even though you love megumi and tsumiki like they’ve crawled into your veins and strained all livelihood from you, having your own biological kids is a bit different.
satoru is all for it, no doubt, but he doesn’t push. he understands your hesitation—especially with how difficult everything’s become as the kids get older. the increase in curses, the rising fear that the world isn’t a safe place as is, and could never be a safe place for another baby.
(but don’t expect him not to stare at you when you’re helping a lost little girl across the street. or holding the baby of a friend. really, he’s just reminiscing… he’s not planning anything… probably…)
though, it doesn’t help either of you that satoru teaches the first years. in hindsight, you shouldn’t have let him make that decision, but it’s too late now.
satoru tries to bring every student home. even if they’ve got two healthy, loving parents—he’s calling a lawyer to draw up legal paperwork the moment yaga tells him there’s a new student about to come to jujutsu high.
what? the house is big enough for a guest, isn’t it? why do you think satoru was so pushy for all of those extra bedrooms?
(and you’ll scold him when there’s a another place set at the table. you’ll ask megumi to show the new student around the house, pointedly, and then you’ll make him recite the lengthy list of things he’s not supposed to do with every kid he meets (again)
but really, you don’t mind.
you’ve always thought that hearts were rather expandable things, and your son and daughter have only proven that fact.
and there’s a little part of you that can’t deny the admiration you have for satoru. his need to coddle every student of his, to comfort them endlessly, even if they don’t want it.
if you had to guess, you’d say that satoru’s heart is the stretchiest.
so you only tug on his hair a little. and then you’ll sit right next to him at dinner, letting him hold your hand under the table).
and there’s been a couple of times where you bring someone of your own home. just as a little payback, of course. no other reason….
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Okay, so here's some of what I've written so far for my "big brother gojo" fic. I hope I managed to convey the non-siblings vibe well, actually in terms of interaction this is one of my favorite parts so far
And @hashtagloveloses I guess this is for you if you're interested in being updated in the process
("English is not my first language, feel free to point out any mistakes" and "No beta, we die like [spoiler]")
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"Oh? And what does it do, Tsumiki-chan?”
“It makes sounds and acts like a real pet, so you need to give him love and affection to keep him happy.”
“So it’s like a tamagotchi?”
By now Megumi is already beside them and sees the confusion on Tsumiki's face mirror his own.
"A what?" She asks.
“It’s a toy about this size,” Gojo starts to explain, standing up straight again as he uses his hands to gesture. “You take care of this virtual pet by pressing the buttons to give it food and affection, otherwise it'll die. Then you take it everywhere like a keychain so you can take care all the time, while it keeps making these little noises warning you to pay attention to it.”
“I’ve never heard of it” replies Tsumiki.
“That's because it's old, just like Gojo.”
"Hey!" He protests and Megumi holds back the urge to smile for being able to provoke him so easily.
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PS: it hasn't been posted yet, but I'm halfway through it (tho I am a very slow writer, sorry)
Anyway, hope anyone likes it even if it's a little out of context :)
EDIT: it's posted now! Here on ao3
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Aawww myy oc hanging out with tsumiki and trying to make her let out her pent up negative feelings. But also consider, satoru going "why r u talking her to a rage room, u should take her to that disney princess meet and greet shit" and myy oc goes "nah she likes rage rooms" and bby tsumiki agrees with that statement and also mentions liking a shooting range in the most kiddy voice. AND gojo and myy oc got married at 24? How did that go 👀👀
This was so cute I caved and wrote a snippet for it. I hc that gojo has a love-hate relationship with the mouse and his movies haha, so that jumped out here too. Hope you enjoy! (I answer your question after the snippet btw!)
Tsumiki ducked into a fairly passable somersault and came up pulling the trigger on her little finger-guns.
“Pew, pew” she said under her breath.
And then she caught sight of Satoru, bags of groceries in his hands.
“Um…. aaAAH,” Tsumiki froze.
“What are you doing?” Satoru asked curiously, stepping into the apartment.
Tsumiki wrung her hands, seemingly unsure which direction to hide. She’d already been spotted after all.
“Ah… playing… spies,” she finally muttered, the words half stuttered.
Satoru snickered, ignoring the way Tsumiki seemed to droop a bit. He set the bags down on the counter as she trailed slowly after him.
He raised an eyebrow at her as she slumped into the kitchen at his heels, looking at her over the rim of his glasses. “I thought you were playing spies?”
She looked worriedly up at him.
Satoru rolled his eyes and lifted up his fingers. “Are you just going to let the enemy spy catch you?” He sounded affronted by the very idea.
Tsumiki’s eyes lit up and she stood, her arms outstretched, balanced on the tip of her toes. She pointed her finger pistol at Satoru. “Bang!” she declared.
Satoru stumbled, faking a groan as her feet skidded on the floor. “Sneak attack! Unlawful!”
Tsumiki giggled as Satoru staggered after her.
Later that night, Satoru dramatically nursed a bump on his head. Apparently, like the giraffe he was, he’d run into some open cabinets while he and Tsumiki had been chasing one another around the apartment.
Megumi dumps an ice pack on his lap, disgruntled and looking only slightly modified by Satoru’s overdone yelp at the cold.
Tsumiki was still smiling, though a bit sheepishly. “Sorry, Satoru-san.”
Satoru sighed, pressing the ice to his head and pouting mightily. “I can’t believe the first person to defeat me in one on one combat in over a decade is you, shrimp.”
“Technically it was the dish cupboard,” she said, apologetically, but the excitement was still shining in her eyes.
It gave you an idea.
Tsumiki came back from your outing with what a normal person, or her actual mother, might have considered a disturbing glow and an almost sage satisfaction, given that she had just spent about half an hour with you cracking plates and smashing bottles and trying to bend spoons and forks with a sledgehammer.
To be fair, you had also taken her to a music store and you heard as she merrily went into the living room. There was the familiar scrape of her pulling her step stool out of its little cubby and then the click and shift of a record being placed on the turntable.
Satoru walked in from the back room, a sticky mess of a pineapple popsicle in his mouth.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
You put your sword case on the shelf recessed by the entryway.
“Took her a rage room,” you said, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
Satoru snorted. “Why are you taking her to a rage room? Shouldn’t you take her to some disney princess meet and greet or somethin’”
You pulled out a bottle of juice and raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even like disney princesses.”
“That’s not true,” he protested. “That movie with the vampire girl and the apple was pretty good.”
It took you a while to figure out what he was talking about. “That’s… not even a disney movie,” you said, somewhat appalled.
He just smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“Anyways, it was fun,” you said, sitting up on the countertop. “She had fun I think.”
“I- I did,” a voice came from behind you. You twisted around to see Tsumiki, smiling, but… less wide than she often did. It seemed somehow more real. “Thanks.”
“Any time,” you said, offering her a smile in return. “There’s peaches in the fridge whenever you want.”
She nodded and wandered into the room, rummaging in the refrigerator and then grabbing a knife from the drawer by your leg to cut it up.
You tapped her shoulder. She looked up at you. “You’ve still got some paint,” you pointed to the top of her head.
She put her hand where you were pointing as though she could feel the little flecks stuck to her hair.
“Were you painting?” Satoru asked.
Tsumiki shook her head while she pulled your phone out of your pocket and tried to use the camera to see better. She held still while you snapped a picture and showed her the purple spots of paint.
“Paintball,” she said, grabbing a towel and wetting it. She handed it to you so you could try and get the color out. "That was really fun too," Tsumiki smiled up at you.
“You’d look cute with purple streaks, Tsumiki-chan,” you said as you dabbed at the spots, oblivious to Satoru’s incredulous look.
She pulled a face. “Dyeing your hair makes it fall out.”
You snorted. “Who told you that?”
“My mom.”
It was getting easier for her to talk about the parent that had walked out on her more than a year ago, but you’d started noticing it was even easier after taking her to break things. Or shoot them.
Which made at least as much sense as the persistently cheerful attitude Megumi reported and you had observed.
“They make dye that’s safe for kids.” You recalled your own parents helping you color your hair straight black for Halloween once.
“Nah,” Tsumiki shrugged.
You laughed quietly at her, but it was as much a delight to see her refuse you instead of trying to appease you by following along.
When her hair was clean and she had walked back towards her music, Satoru turned to you, empty stick in hand. “Paintball?” he asked with a raised brow.
You lifted one shoulder. “What we were up to at her age was objectively worse. It’s really a shame we aren’t teaching her martial arts because it would probably be good for her.”
Satoru leaned beside you on the counter and spoke quietly. “Megumi doesn’t want her anywhere near this shit and I don’t want her asking questions. The old fucks were already bad enough about keeping the kids together.”
You leaned on his shoulder with a sigh. “Oh well.” You took another sip of juice. “There’s something very freeing about unregimented violence anyway.”
Satoru snorted and rolled his eyes, blue flashing over the top of his sunglasses.
As for how getting married at 24 was lol, it didn’t change much except Satoru invited himself over way more often. His family actually was making noise about a wedding, but he could have blown them off again. He just figured he could maybe stop living in sin since they were offering him the option anyway XD. There’s a couple of the older members of the clan who definitely see the myy.oc as someone who sort of… violated or dishonored Satoru by entering into what amounted to a fwb relationship with him. He thinks it’s funny in the kind of “I decide what honor is you shriveled prune” kind of way, myy.oc hates it and goes out of their way to be super polite to Satoru when they’re around his family because the idea that they would ever treat Satoru less than respectfully/as less than a person or not be an exclusive partner to him at any time offends them.
oh and myy oc's parents don't know, so that's a fun little stressor I have an unfinished draft for
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