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izvmimi · 2 months

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cw: a little goofy. reader graduated from jujutsu tech years ago. gojo has an unnamed partner who also taught at jujutsu tech.

“Sensei.”

The silence between you for the past minute is unnatural but not uncomfortable, just that you and your former second year instructor are chatterboxes by nature and any moment with your lips pursed together or lost in thought at the same time is suspicious. She doesn’t hear you at first, far too preoccupied with the hem of her skirt - she looks almost too good, and you’re slightly envious of the older woman’s elegance. You’d decided on your own outfit in a hurry, a comfortable pair of jeans, dressy sandals - a summery look, cute but slightly more casual than your mentor turned friend.

“Mm?” she finally responds, looking up at you, legs crossed, hands posed over her knees. You’re standing, your own arms crossed over your chest, slightly anxious as you look around at the other passersby at the busy subway station.

“What do you think they’re up to?” you ask. It’s more than a simple coincidence that both of you ended up at the station at the same time on this random Thursday morning, no cursed spirits to exorcize and suspiciously coinciding with the fact that you let Yuuji know you had a couple days off of your part-time job this week.

“Something ridiculous probably,” she says with a smile. She waves you to sit down beside her but you twist your mouth to the side slightly anxious.

It’s one thing to have Yuuji make surprise plans for you, but Satoru’s implied involvement makes you nervous. Satoru is like the opposite of what your sensei is for you - while she evens you out, the former only exacerbates your boyfriend’s more unruly but well-intended actions.

You sigh and let yourself sit next to her.

“It’s White Day,” she finally says. Her eyebrows seem to perk up with this realization as if it’s just come to her now, and as you come to the realization yourself, you grimace.

“Oh no…”

As if on cue, your phone starts to ring in your lap. Her phone doesn’t ring, but she receives a barrage of text messages all at once, the personalized cat meow ringtone she’s been begging Satoru to stop replacing her phone with - including the last time you had dinner on her house - repeatedly going off in her lap.

“Itadori.”

“Hi, baby~~~”

His voice is coy on the phone and it makes you scrunch your eyebrows together, just imagining how easily Satoru rubs off of him at times. Next to you, your friend types rapidly, then stands up just as fast.

“Dios.” She herself sounds exhausted.

“What’s going on Yuuji, where are you?” you ask, a tinge of panic raising the pitch of your voice.

“Right in front of you!” he replies, cheerily. You look up, and yes, you should have expected the worst.

“Oh no,” your mouth goes agape.

Yuuji and Gojo are wearing literal animal suits in the middle of a crowded station at 9am, just an hour after the morning rush. Off-brand giant versions of Pochacco and Cinnamoroll are now skipping in your direction, their faces clearly visible because they didn’t even have the sense to hide them, and holding hands as they skip, a bouquet of flowers for both of you in their free hands.

“Absolutely not.”

Your sensei stands planted in genuine shock, while you gather your things to leave; unfortunately, the moment you turn your back on him, Yuuji pulls away to move just a bit faster, scooping you up rapidly in his arms and spinning you around.

“Happy White Day!” he responds to your sharp yelp. As you spin, you can see your sensei subjected to a similar fate.

Unlike you, she’s head over heels enough to be embarrassed but not fight as Cinnamoroll!Gojo engulfs her, peppering her in kisses in its gaping, Satoru filled mouth.

“This is the worst thing you have ever-”

“I love you!”

His face is so endearing, you can’t help but melt immediately, like the chocolates he’ll eventually present to you before you head off to the amusement park for a day, stashed in a small backpack inside the ridiculous suit.

You suck in a deep lungful of air, but by the time you exhale, your cheeks are warm.

“I… love you too.”

Bonus:

By midday, the four of you are enjoying ice cream and funnel cake, your two former senseis with shoulders pressed together and as disgustingly cute as a couple can possibly be. The suits (thankfully) have been long ditched (although you’re not exactly sure where), and Yuuji is stealing bites off your paper plate as the chatter flows freely. The amusement park is busy but not hopelessly crowded, and you’ve been able to get on as many rides as possible, even though they are themed for love and popular for that simple reason.

“Wait, how come you guys didn’t rope Megumi into this?” The idea of Megumi in a mascot suit is driving you practically insane just thinking about it, and as you take another bite of ice cream, you practically snort it through your nose in a delayed reaction, which has Yuuji thump your back sympathetically.

“He thinks he’s too good for us,” Yuuji grumbles.

“He is,” you and Gojo’s wife say in unison, then you both catch each other’s looks and burst into laughter with the men you love, and who love you just as hard.

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