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sixeyescurseuser · 2 months

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Imagine teachers Goge. First years Yuji and Nobara have just enrolled and they only know Gojo as “Gojo-sensei.”

Then they meet Geto-sensei who is in charge of the second years but handles a lot of the first years’ classroom lessons.

Geto-sensei keeps referring to a “Satoru” as if Nobara and Yuuji should know who that is?? 🤔

“I know this is a lot of information to memorize, but trust me that diligent studying with methods that work for you will help you tremendously on your exams,” Geto explains. “Not all of us can learn all of this from a young age like Satoru. Lord knows he’s also been gifted photographic memory.”

Megumi sighs dramatically.

Nobara is focused on her phone and Yuji is nodding like he actually understands these "Satoru" references.

It’s partially Gojo’s fault because he just introduced himself as “Gojo-sensei” and partially Geto’s fault because he assumed the new students knew Satoru was their Gojo-sensei…😭

One time, Geto’s phone rings and he quietly answers it: “What is it, Satoru?”

Oh, context clues! Yuji and Nobara at least know their Geto-sensei seems to be close to this Satoru.

Are they…??

Is Geto-sensei in a relationship?

Nobara brings it up to Gojo on one of their missions.

“Gojo-sensei, is Geto-sensei in a relationship?” She asks.

Gojo visibly glitches, choking on a piece of daifuku. Nobara and Yuji give him puppy eyes, pleading for an answer, while Megumi has gone MIA.

Gojo: “What makes you ask that?”

Nobara: “Believe it or not, Geto-sensei is quite a catch! He’s very well-spoken and polite. Super knowledgeable, handsome, and also a special grade! Who wouldn’t jump at a chance for a piece of that?”

Megumi: “Hold on-“

Gojo: “Interesting observations-“

Yuji jumps in: “Yeah yeah! But we also think he’s taken! Erm, well, he always mentions a ‘Satoru.’ Maybe that’s the name of his girlfriend?”

Megumi, under his breath: “A guy’s name?”

Gojo lasts about five seconds before he bursts into uncontrollable laughter.

Gojo: “How scandalous of Geto-sensei! Oh ho, a girlfriend indeed…You know, with news as groundbreaking as this, I believe you should ask him yourself. Get the nitty gritty details and all that.”

Yuji and Nobara: 🫡🫡

The next class period, before Geto can even rattle off the introduction to their lesson, Nobara’s hand shoots up into the air.

“Geto-sensei, I have an extremely dire question that cannot wait!”

Clearly taken aback, Geto holds his spot in their textbook with his finger on the page.

“Yes, Kugisaki?”

“Do you have a girlfriend? And if yes, is it this Satoru person you keep mentioning?” Nobara asks.

“I- excuse my language, but what the hell?” Geto blurts out, snapping the textbook shut. “Are you serious?”

Nobara snaps out a “How dare you think I’m never serious!” while Yuji comes in as back up.

“As serious as Fushiguro takes his academics, Geto-sensei! We recognize that you are a very attractive and capable adult, and hypothesized that the ‘Satoru’ you keep bringing up must be your girlfriend.”

Nobara nods along.

Megumi is trying to melt into the ground.

“We don’t mean to offend you, sensei. Just an honest question,” Yuji finishes. He then stands up and bows 90° for damage control.

Geto: “Okay guys, I hate to disappoint but I’m not answering this right now. Moving on to our lesson, which is what we’re all here for…”

After class, Yuji and Nobara are a bit bummed because they did exactly what Gojo-sensei suggested and they were left with nothing. No confirmation or denial. No answer at all.

Megumi has gone back to his room, leaving the other two first years to their own shenanigans.

Having had enough of classroom thinking for awhile, Yuji and Nobara decide to get some last-minute training in.

Except by the time they get to the training fields, they see two people already sparring like their lives depended on it - causing quite a ruckus.

It’s Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei!

They’re so busy fighting that they don’t notice Nobara and Yuji, who quickly hide behind a tree.

Geto-sensei is yelling at Gojo-sensei too, something about putting dumb ideas into their students heads? And spreading false rumors ?

Finally, Geto-sensei manages to pin Gojo-sensei down in their hand-to-hand combat.

Geto sits on top of Gojo’s abdomen, restraining Gojo’s wrists to the ground. It’s here he leans down to boldly slip off Gojo’s blindfold, revealing bright blue crystalline eyes.

“You owe me, Satoru. Dinner’s on you tonight.”

Gojo just laughs, loud and happy, and says: “Fine. Whatever my dear Suguru wishes.”

He wiggles one of his hands free to tug Geto down by the nape, and their lips press together in a passionate kiss.

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TBC

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu headcanon #jjk headcanon #satosugu fanfic #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro

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thoughtssvt · 5 months

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Seasons Pass Like It's Nothing

synopsis : the lease on Megumi and Tsumiki's old apartment is about to end. When faced with the decision of what to do with it Megumi decides to give the apartment up. Itadori and Nobara help Megumi clear out the apartment, finding photographs of the siblings' hearts along the way. The seasons may have passed like it was nothing, but Megumi is reminded of where he's supposed to be.

word count : 3563

A/N : this is essentially a collection of snippets of how Megumi and Tsumiki grew up with crumbs of dad gojo, so i hope you enjoy :)

“Megumi,” Gojo’s voice was even, void of any emotion except the constant carefree attitude he always laced around his words. He raised his arm, motioning the raven haired teen towards him and away from where he’d been sparring with Kugisaki and Itadori.

“Wasn’t that a little weird? Do you think something’s going on?” Yuji leaned in towards Noabara, keeping his voice down despite Megumi and their sensei being a handful of yards away.

“Hah? What’s weird about it?” Nobara groaned as she stretched her arms with her hands clasped above her head.

“I mean… Gojo-sensei doesn’t usually pull him aside like that…” Yuji continued, eyebrows motioning towards the tree that casted a shadow over the two subjects of their conversation. “He usually says what he needs to say in front of everyone– and look,” he interrupted his own thought process, “Fushiguro looks a bit…” Yuji trailed off, Megumi leisurely walking back to them with his hands stuffed in his pockets, a frown carved deep in his face and charcoal brows knitted tightly.

“I don’t know what you mean, he always looks like that–” Kugisaki whispered under her breath before Itadori obnoxiously shushed her, spit fanning through the air around her face. By the time Fushiguro made it back to them, Itadori was dodging Kugisaki’s fierce swats, trying his best to warn her that Megumi would hear them if she didn’t quit it.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori started, wincing when Nobara’s swat landed on the back of his head.

“The lease on the apartment Tsumiki and I had is ending this month,” Fushiguro confessed, emerald eyes looking right through his two friends.

“Tell me what you want to do with it. I just figured I’d run it by you since you live here now and Tsumiki is being taken care of in the hospital.” Gojo shrugged his shoulders, his voice surprisingly serious. “Personally–”

“I’ll have it cleared out by the end of the month,” Megumi said concisely, turning to return to his friends without hearing whatever Gojo had left to say.

“I think I left a bag behind somewhere there! Bring it back!” His sensei called out after him, his grating voice filled with its usual cocky timbre.

He was making the right decision, right? He can’t deny that Gojo had done a lot for him and his sister, so asking him to continue paying for an apartment that just sat collecting dust was pointless. A waste of money even for Gojo.

Did this mean he was giving up? Was he already expecting Tsumiki to waste away in that hospital bed until he was advised to pull the plug? His frown deepened the closer he got to his bickering classmates, their hushed yells drowned out by the loud stomps of the thoughts that ran through his mind. He remembered what he’d been working so hard for over the past year. He was going to exorcise the curse that held Tsumiki hostage. He declared as much as he squeezed her lifeless hand, his words cutting through the pungent sanitary-soaked air after he’d watched the caretaker massage and maneuver her body to prevent muscle deterioration.

How would Tsumiki feel if she woke up and didn’t have a home to go back to? The home they made together, when the memories of their parents faded and all that was left was them. Though he decides that maybe he was holding an inanimate object on too high of a pedestal. What made it home was the two of them being there for each other. If –no– when Tsumiki woke up they’d find a new place to call home.

“Here, it’s pretty dusty. No one’s been here since the school year started,” Megumi cautioned Yuji and Nobara, handing them each a standard sanitary mask as he pushed the door to the apartment open.

The hinges whined, the heavy wood creaking open without much force. When the three of them stepped in Itadori couldn’t keep in his coos of awe.

“It’s still pretty clean despite two teenagers living by themselves,” Itadori pointed out, seeing how there wasn’t a sign of clutter anywhere. A punched out groan left his lips, Nobara having elbowed his side muttering about how he’d be the one they’d expect to have a messy home.

Yuji nursed his side, stepping further into the house as Fushiguro disappeared to gather boxes and cleaning supplies. He’d come across a small hallway table that housed various sized picture frames. Picking one up he blew the dust off the image, another coo stretching his lips into a smile.

“Oh, Fushiguro! It’s a mystery how you don’t have any wrinkles yet, you’ve been frowning since you could walk!” Itadori teased, turning the picture frame over for Kugisaki to see. It was a picture Tsumiki had taken of Megumi’s sixth birthday. Gojo had snapped a party hat around his head and bought a cake that was 200% sugar. The still Tsumiki had captured was just a second before Gojo smeared a glob of white icing across Megumi’s face.

“Woah… That’s Gojo-sensei? He looks so…”

“Young…” Itadori and Kugisaki mirrored, tilting their heads to the left to discern whether their eyes were playing tricks on them or not. Itadori set the frame down in favor of looking at the rest that were lined up neatly, making a confused sound as he noticed a pattern in these pictures.

“Do you have any more of these, Fushiguro?” Kugisaki turned to him once he entered their field of view, arms full of cleaning supplies and flattened cardboard.

“I thought you guys were here to help me,” He deadpanned, unimpressed.

“One photo album and Itadori will do all the heavy lifting,” Nobara negotiated, ignoring the heavy groan from Yuji. Megumi’s eyes darted between the two of them before his shoulders dropped with a sigh. He set the supplies down on the coffee table, making his way over to the tall shelf that harbored more picture frames and trophies than books. He pulled a whole row of thick spined binders from a mid tier, dumping them into Itadori’s arms. They were all labeled by year, each a different color, the handwriting on the covers becoming steadier as time progressed.

“Let’s start with 2006!” Yuji declared, cracking the album open to find colorful pages, each with only one or two photos meticulously glued on accompanied by a handwritten section of the date and the day’s activities.

The first picture was an apathetic Megumi wearing his signature uninterested face, hair short, dark strands sticking close to his forehead. He had a small coin pouch hanging from his neck as he stood a few steps out of the apartment’s entrance. The sun shone bright against his face casting a harsh shadow on one half of his face due to his chubby cheeks. The next photo was presumably some time after the first. A red faced Megumi clutching the coin pouch tight in his plump hands. His gaze was downcast, avoiding the camera and two cartons of eggs at all cost.

Megumi’s First Errand! February 3, 2006 Megumi was sent to the store to get a carton of milk and somehow came home with two dozen eggs!

“Seriously, Fushiguro? How did you confuse milk with eggs?” Kugisaki questioned, slightly horrified at the depiction of a clumsy Fushiguro.

“I’m more surprised that your sister gave you enough money to buy two cartons…” Yuji added, wearing a matching halfway mortified face.

“Yeah… the store clerk was wondering what I was gonna do with that many eggs,” Fushiguro snorted softly, his lips tugging into the smallest smile he could muster despite the embarrassment. He remembered that day well. He’d gotten distracted after he’d bumped into a teenager with baggy pants and dark bangs. He had a soft smile, extending a hand to help Megumi up, asking if he was alright. He was kind even though Megumi could’ve knocked the cake right out of his hands with the force he rammed into him with. Embarrassment grew in Megumi and he panicked, pulling the closest thing off the refrigerated shelves next to him.

Yuji and Nobara continued to flip through the pages, cooing at the big events and mundane moments Tsumiki memorialized. Like when he took it upon himself to do all the chores for the day– including Tsumiki’s– only to learn why his older sister usually wore a mask while cleaning, the photo tacked to the page catching Megumi mid-sneeze as he dusted their futon. Another page displayed an image of small hands clutching the edges of a paper, midnight tufts of hair peeking out from the top. Blushing knuckles complimented the messy red wax scribble across the page.

Megumi Learned to Write His Name March 20, 2006 Since school is starting soon Megumi asked me to teach him how to write his name. He misses some strokes most of the time, but he’s getting the hang of it!

The next page was littered with photos. They were gushing from the edges, little Tsumiki wanting to save every corner of each memory. Megumi’s hair was contained under a rimmed, yellow hat as he stood in front of the welcome banner of his elementary school. He was clad in a baby blue long sleeve shirt, white club collar folding over the neckline mirroring his dark blue shorts peeking out from the bottom. He stood awkwardly in all but one photo. In contrast to the last page, he stood tall, chest puffed out as he held his paper low enough to show his face. The same red wax stuck to the page, neat this time, not a line or dot out of place. His eyes were bright and determined, proud. Pink dusted the tops of his cheeks as he looked right into the camera. Right at Tsumiki.

Megumi’s First Day of School April 10, 2006 Megumi started kindergarten today! His classmates were amazed that he already knew how to write his name all by himself, especially because the Kanji is so complicated!

Despite Megumi’s soft grumbles, Itadori and Kugisaki pulled open another album, skipping a year in hopes of finding more pictures of Gojo-sensei. Their eyebrows shot up towards their hairlines as Megumi grew a noticeable amount of centimeters just before the next school year. A few pages later showed a memory Megumi was quite fond of. At least, the prologue of what was on the page. It was the first (and only) performance he’d ever done, a mandatory one held by the school’s music teacher. The students were required to wear black shoes with black slacks and their school’s button down.

Tsumiki made sure to order a new uniform to fit his new build, the only problem was that they hadn’t anticipated Megumi needing nice black shoes. Ever so caring and resourceful, Tsumiki dug out a pair of her old white sneakers. They didn’t fit her anymore and they’d be a bit big on Megumi, but they did the job. With so little time left, Tsumiki dyed the shoes black, though they came out a little janky, the rubber edging refusing to take to the dye. It caused the children in Megumi’s grade to tease him and for the first time ever Megumi became self conscious of being poor.

It manifested in him violently. An irritation he’d never felt before. In the blink of an eye he was yanking the collar of a boy’s uniform, blinded with embarrassment that he didn’t even know what he was going to do then. Before he could act on anything he was being flung backwards, his older sister’s back towering over him.

“What’s wrong with his shoes? They just need to be black, don’t they? They’re black.” She’d defended him in a sharp, icey tone that had the younger boys scurrying off. She’d knelt down in front of Megumi, a frown twitching against her lips before she sighed, reaching to ruffle his hair. “You’re tall. No one will see your shoes. At least you won’t get scolded for wearing the wrong color, right?” She consoled him and maybe she knew Megumi better than he knew himself. Maybe she knew how sad he got during sports day when all his friends had their parents to cheer them on. “Violence is never the answer.” She’d started before pulling him up into a hug. “It’s okay to be lost, Megumi. Life is like the hands of a clock. You can wander around in circles because eventually we’ll get to where we’re meant to be.” Suddenly the self consciousness he felt earlier vanished. He’d performed against his will, but he made sure to sing from the bottom of his heart with the intention of making his sister’s efforts worth all the trouble.

Megumi’s First Performance! Saturday, August 25, 2008 Megumi performed with his school’s choir! He looks all nice and handsome in his new clothes!

The three first years barely noticed how the time passed, the sun barging in through the window, its rays creating a spotlight for the dusty air to dance in. Megumi was so caught up in reminiscing that he made no further complaints as his friends flipped through each book in search of the teenage version of their Sensei.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe that Gojo-sensei was a kid once,” Yuji grumbled as he stared hard at a picture of their teacher carrying a grumpy Megumi on his shoulder. Gojo was a bit more slender back then, shoulders less broad. Though he still made Megumi look a lot smaller than he should’ve at that age. Megumi’s hair had grown into the sea urchin-like shape he wore to this day and even if he was sitting on Gojo’s shoulder it was clear that he shot up in height. He sported a dark blue t-shirt with gray boy shorts, the exposed skin of his legs scuffed with dirt. Medals gleamed against the camera as it hung off both of their necks.

Megumi’s First Sports Day with Gojo-san! Monday, October 12, 2009 Gojo-san entered him and Megumi in the three-legged race and they won first place! Though… he cheated a little bit…

Two pairs of eyes followed the arrow from Tsumiki’s captions to the printed evidence of Gojo’s unfair advantage. He’d hauled the boy over his shoulder, the fabric meant to tie their legs together dangling off Megumi’s ankles. At least that’s what Kugisaki and Itadori could infer. The two figures were the only ones out of focus in a severe blur as they ran yards ahead of the other teams.

They were disqualified from the three-legged race since Gojo-san didn’t follow the rules, but they entered the 100m relay and won fair and square!

They watched Megumi grow up as the sun set, Megumi heaving himself from the couch to flick the lights on, leaving the two to chatter about all of his martial arts tournament pictures, his friends deciding that that’s why there were so many trophies on the shelves these albums resided in prior to their disturbance.

“So, Fushiguro…” Itadori started slowly as Megumi approached them. “Your sister isn’t in any of these pictures.” He finally aired out the pattern he’d noticed in the framed pictures he’d seen before they even knew these scrapbooks existed.

Megumi nodded, his lips pursed in a tight line as he took the last scrapbook from the pink-haired teen’s hands. He ran the fleshy pad of his finger along the edge of the last page of the last album. He was in middle school in the last photo. Most of his hand consumed the frame, the space between his pointer finger and his thumb revealing a bright blush and a groaning frown.

Megumi’s Growing Up! :( September 2, 2014 The first time Megumi called me Aneki instead of onee-san

They had an unresolved fight shortly after this photo was taken.

Megumi regrets it to this day.

Tsumiki got into the habit of babying him. She’d missed a lot of school to make sure that she made it to all his important events. She still had Gojo coming to the school with them for his first day of middle school.

It pissed him off and he made sure to let her know that.

It was around the time he started getting into more and more fights at school. He hated how genuinely angry she got when he put those bullies and gangsters into their place. She didn’t even spare him a second to try and understand why he was doing all that in the first place.

“You’re not my mother. Stop babying me.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, smacking her hand away as she tried to clean the open wound on Megumi’s cheek. It was just a scratch. He’s sure a pebble scraped him through all the commotion. He didn’t need her dabbing an alcohol filled cotton ball against his cheek. He didn’t need her scolding him for defending the weak. He didn’t need her making scrapbooks of her weak brother when she should’ve been watching out for herself. Why didn’t any of these albums tell him when she’d gotten cursed? Why were these photos all just of him? What the hell was he doing when his sister was targeted? It reminded him of what she said all those years ago and how he couldn’t possibly believe that his wandering circles couldn’t possibly lead him to where they were supposed to be.

“Yeah… she was always behind the camera. Let’s get to cleaning, Gojo-sensei only gave us tomorrow off to get this done.” Fushiguro started slowly before rushing as he trudged out of the thick sludge of his own thoughts. He gathered the albums in his arms before walking a short distance to stack them into a cardboard box. Itadori and Kugisaki shared a look before they wordlessly stood up off the couch, Itadori taking a box with him towards the shelf while Kugisaki decided to tackle the kitchen.

They worked in silence from that point on, the soft clattering of dishes and the crinkle of newspaper interrupting the silence erratically as Fushiguro created the sharp hiss of cardboard against cardboard as he taped a new box together. Once most of the picture frames were sorted safely into their own boxes Yuji heaved a sigh as he bent at the knees, squatting down to the cabinet that took up the lower half of the shelf.

“Fushiguro, this has Sensei’s name on it, but it seems pretty light. Do you think he still wants it?” Itadori called out, each of their ears ringing a bit at the sudden volume. A sigh slipped through Megumi’s lips as he walked over towards Yuji with his hand outstretched.

“Yeah, he asked me to bring it back if we found it,” Megumi clarified, his brows knitting together as he felt the bag’s feather-light heft. Before he could think otherwise, his fingers were unzipping the bag to find a thick photo envelope at the bottom with his and Tsumiki’s name scratched on the front.

“More pictures?” Itadori leaned in as he recognized the type of envelope Megumi was holding.

Ignoring Yuji’s question, Fushiguro pulled out a stack of glossy paper, Gojo’s handwriting on one of the watermarked sides. He flipped the stack over, silently going through them with increasing speed. They were all candid pictures of him and Tsumiki during every event his older sister had invited Gojo to, even more of when Gojo would barge in at odd times of the month to take them for ice cream and go out shopping. Most of the pictures were of them in their apartment, Tsumiki having insisted that it was unnecessary for Gojo to take them out and spend money. His sensei memorialized each moment on the backs of every photo, much like Tsumiki did in her scrapbook.

Megumi sent Kugisaki and Itadori off within the hour, thanking them for their time with a promise of treating them for a meal in the near future.

“Oh, a phone call from Megumi? How rare,” Gojo chuckled from the other end of the line, Megumi rolling his eyes, silently cursing at himself that he’d pinched his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, making him unable to pull the device away from his ear.

“It’s not a problem for you to continue paying for the apartment is it? Now that I make money I can contribute, but I can’t cover all of it,” Megumi got straight to the point, his fingers fiddling with the metal backing of a frame.

“Changed your mind? Well, anything for my precious student. I’ll take care of it.”

With that the call ended in the same beat as the soft clack the wooden picture frame made as it landed on Tsumiki’s bedside table. Megumi drew out a long sigh as he took a seat next to Tsumiki’s hospital bed. With her hand in his he shifted his gaze to her, away from the picture. It was one he’d taken out of Gojo’s stack, the two of them smiling brightly as they splashed dish water on one another. He sagged in his seat. Left alone with the silent tick of the clock hung high on the wall he was reminded of where he was meant to be and he’d keep running in circles until he got there.

“I’ll get stronger so you can come home, okay? I promise. Stupid, Aneki.”

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