Archive of Our Own

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Present Day 

Megumi softly touched the paper of the diary, feeling the crinkle of teardrop stains. He turned the next page but found it to be blank. Dread seeped into him as he quickly flipped through the rest of the pages and found absolutely nothing. 

“No! You can’t tell me it ends like this!” Megumi was desperate to find something more. He refused to believe that this was truly the fate of the predecessors of Ten Shadows and Six Eyes. Their story couldn’t possibly end in such a tragedy. 

Did this mean that Gojo and him shared the same fate? Was his love destined to wilt before it could even have the chance to bloom?

Megumi hated this. His mind was becoming darker than the shadows. He couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in his room right now, so without a second thought, he left the dorms. 

—

Megumi took the Yamanote line and hopped off at Hiroo station. He walked around, not really paying attention to the time, but felt less anxious as his shadows danced in the glittery lights of cafes and shops. It was a luxury area and he would have felt out of place here, if it weren’t for Gojo always taking him out often here. 

Before he knew it, he stopped at a familiar building. He had to strain his neck upwards to see the top, and the building’s entrance was highly guarded. Once he flashed the card Gojo gave him, the security guard let him through. 

He really shouldn’t be doing this—sneaking into Gojo’s apartment while he was away on a mission. But Megumi craved so desperately to be close to his teacher in any way possible. 

His leg was jittering the whole elevator ride upwards, and when he finally reached the 24th floor, he practically dashed towards the 5th room on the right. 

Kicking off his shoes, he made a beeline to the master bedroom. While he had rather minimalistic taste due to his scarce upbringing, Megumi was thankful Gojo was a creature of comfort. He slipped into the plush bed, its satin sheets so silky against his skin. He burrowed under the blankets and relaxed as his head sank into the pillows. His eyes began to drop as the exhaustion from the day eased away.

Megumi was home…

He opened his phone and found a notification from Gojo. It was a picture of a park with several deer lying around. The man took the time to put poop stickers all around. The message “Nara Park? more like Nara Poop.” 

Despite how lame it was, Megumi actually smiled. Gojo was slowly encroaching onto dad joke territory as the years passed. 

He couldn’t bring himself to send a laughing emoji since it seemed too out of character, but gave the message a thumbs up. He pondered a bit, knowing it was a bit too late to text but the tug at his chest made him click send on his next message. 

“Hope you’re okay.”

Gojo was the strongest. He didn’t need a text like that, but Megumi sent it anyway and fell asleep. 

—

Megumi woke up reveling in the heat that enveloped him. His sleep addled mind processed a comforting, familiar scent and he nuzzled in closer to the source. He could feel an arm pull him tighter by his waist and he couldn’t help but smile in content. 

Wait. Megumi suddenly remembered that he fell asleep alone. Then who was in the bed with him?!

Megumi’s eyes shot wide open and he would have rolled over and off the end if it weren’t for the arm keeping him in place. 

“Eh~? Megumi-chan is so energetic in the morning.”

“Sensei! What are you doing back so soon?!” 

“And what are you doing breaking into my apartment?” Gojo countered in jest. Megumi finally realized that he was practically lying on top of his teacher and his face turned crimson with embarrassment. 

He tried to get off but Gojo only smiled wider and held tighter onto Megumi. The boy, having no weapon but his wit spat back, “it’s not breaking in if you’re the one who gave me the key.” 

“Well, I had originally given it to you in case of emergencies,” Gojo sing-songed. Megumi has no idea how the man was so chipper in the morning. “So what happened, my little Megumi? Did you get your heart broken?”

“No…” Even though Megumi was telling the truth, he couldn’t look at his sensei. “Why did you come back so early, Sensei?” The boy needed to redirect the conversation for his own sake. Based on their shared calendar, he wasn’t due to be back for another three days. 

Gojo let him have some reprieve. “I saw your message and finished as soon as I could.”

Megumi blushed more for some unfathomable reason and dug his hot face into his teacher’s chest to try and hide it. “I didn’t send you anything weird.”

“Yea, but you sent it to me at 3 in the morning, Megumi.”

“Oh.” Megumi regretted not looking at the time since it caused his Sensei trouble. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for worrying about me,” Gojo curled his fingers around Megumi’s chin and lifted it so they could face each other. “Just be glad we share our location with each other or else I would have torn the city apart to find you.”

There’s an edge to Gojo’s tone that made Megumi know he was serious. His heart fluttered but he digested those pesky butterflies in his stomach. Gojo was always saying stuff like this to tease Megumi and singling him out. 

Gojo lifted his other arm to bring a book into Megumi’s vision. It was Yue’s diary. Megumi hadn’t even noticed he had brought it with him. Gojo had been reading it as Megumi slept on his chest. 

“Are you sad because you read what happened in the end? That our predecessors ended up killing each other.” Megumi knew it was stupid to care about such a thing. After all, Gojo had already told him about the fate of their ancestors before. But while reading Yue’s diary, he had hoped that perhaps history had been written down wrong. 

At Megumi’s silence, Gojo continued. “You know we’re not them and they’re not us.”

“Still…” Megumi murmured softly. “I guess I can’t stand the thought that things hadn’t worked out for them.”

Gojo slowly rose to sit up, bringing Megumi along with him. He caressed his ward’s soft cheek and Megumi shivered at the touch. The boy leaned into his sensei’s touch, selfishly basking in his warmth. It was rare for Megumi to be so affectionate, so Gojo was enjoying such a luxury.

Suddenly, Gojo had a realization. “I just remembered something!” And with that, he teleported away, leaving a confused Megumi behind. 

“Sensei!” Megumi fell back to sit on his calves. “Where did you—” Before he could even finish his question, Gojo reappeared in front of him. 

Megumi wanted to shove his teacher off his own bed for scaring him like that. 

“I found this journal a while back. It’s from the first historian of Jujutsu High.” Gojo explained that after Edo, now Tokyo, became the new capital of the country, the sorcerers had wanted to build a sister school in the city. Most of the entries documented the progress of the building of the school, but Gojo singled out one particular entry. “I never really paid attention to the contents, but after reading the diary you found, I think there’s some dots to be connected.”

“Well,” Gojo said as he nudged the shell-shocked Megumi. “Do you think that perhaps the story ended differently now?” 

Although Megumi wasn’t one to cry, he could not help the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. A small but sure smile stretched across his face. For Gojo, this sight rivaled the greatest masterpieces one could find in a museum. 

And for Megumi to turn and shine that beautiful smile at Gojo? It felt like he was facing the sun with his bare eyes. “Thank you, Gojo-sensei,” Megumi said in a soft voice. 

The tiny thread of control Gojo had left when it came to his affections for Megumi snapped, and his lips descended upon Megumi’s. Although surprised, Megumi easily melted into Gojo’s warm heat. His arms came around the man’s neck, hand sliding into his hair and curling his fingers into its softness. The white-haired teacher pulled him in closer by his waist, loving the way his curves fit into the contours of Gojo’s body. 

Gojo’s plush lips easily slotted against Megumi’s as he licked them. Megumi, being the good boy that he was, took that as a signal to shyly part his lips to allow Gojo’s tongue entrance. His teacher pushed his tongue against Megumi’s, earning a cute little mewl. 

Gojo wanted to absolutely devour his boy—had wanted to for so long. The strongest sorcerer licked into Megumi’s mouth, running his tongue along the roof of his mouth. He could feel his student’s fist curl into his shirt, signaling to break for air. A string of saliva connected their lips, and when it broke, so did Gojo’s self control.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Megumi did as he was asked, blush blooming across his cheeks. It was creeping down his neck and chest as Gojo wrapped his lips around Megumi’s shy tongue and began to suck softly on it. Gojo’s errant hands found their way under his student’s shirt. He gently stroked the boy’s skin with his hot hands, relishing in the soft ridges of muscle. 

Unknowingly, Gojo’s hand came to Megumi’s plush ass, his long fingers slipping under the waistband of the boy’s underwear. Megumi let out a sharp gasp, leading to Gojo letting go of the boy as his senses returned to him. 

“Shit,” Gojo’s voice was raspy. “Got carried away there.”

“I-it’s not that I don’t want to,” Megumi stuttered. “I just need some time.”

“It’s alright. Take all the time you need. I’ve waited for years now. What’s a little more.” Gojo confessed as he caressed the flushed boy’s cheek. 

Megumi’s heart swelled at the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one pining for years. He desperately wanted to ask when Gojo knew, but that was a conversation for another time.

“Why don’t we get some breakfast?” The spell between them broke as they shifted to their regular routine. 

Gojo offered a hand to Megumi as the boy stumbled out of bed, his legs weak from his soon to be lover’s kisses. They could ease into this newfound change in their relationship, slowly but surely.

Afterword

Megumi did not know how long he was submerged in darkness. He wondered if this was what laid beyond the river from life to death. At least, even in the end, it was the familiar shadows that welcomed him. 

The boy attempted to open his eyes despite knowing that nothing would greet him. But instead, a faint light casted its glow upon him. He rose with much difficulty, feeling aches all across his body. Why would the afterlife give him such earthly pain? Didn’t he have the luxury to leave such aches behind in death?

He stepped out of bed with the grace of a newborn deer, trying desperately not to fall over. Looking around, he saw that he was in a cabin of some kind—rather small but l cozy. The furniture was sparse. Only a table and the one bed sat across a fireplace. This place had not been used in a long time as evident by the dust on its surfaces. 

When Megumi opened the door and ventured outside, he almost fell to his knees in shock. It was Gojo Satoru, kneeling on the ground, and digging up cabbages of all things. Immediately, tears poured from his eyes at the scene as he could no longer hold in his sobs. 

“Megumi! Are you okay?!” The Ten Shadows user’s knees indeed gave out. Gojo rushed to his side in worry. 

“I-is this heaven?” Megumi managed to ask through his tears. 

“Well, while I have been compared to an angel, we are still here on this Earth.” Gojo quipped like his typical self, as if all the tragedies before this had been put away for now. 

“I… I don’t understand. What happened to us?”

“You said ‘let’s die together’...” Gojo began. “When you said that, it snapped me back to my senses. That’s basically a proposal, Megumi~! Til death do us part, right?”

Megumi’s mouth dropped in absolute shock. Only Gojo Satoru could possibly jump to that conclusion. 

“When our attacks collided, the curse energy exploded like a bomb, causing everyone in the near vicinity to faint from exposure. I was probably two steps away from death’s door, but I managed to pull it together and take you away.”

“We’re in a secret cabin that only the Gojo heads are privy to. It’s far enough away from the clans so they won’t be able to trace our energies.”

Megumi soaked in the facts much calmer than anyone else would have. “So everyone thinks we’re dead?”

Gojo hummed, not really looking at him as he stood back up. “Yes, don’t you think it’s better that way?” He pauses. “Or do you want… to go home?”

Megumi stilled, seriously considering the choice. He had been born and raised in the Zenin compounds his whole life. He assumed he was going to die there as well. He’d never even imagine a life outside it. It had never been a choice for him—until now. It was a shame he had to part ways so suddenly. Despite all the troubles with the Zenin clan, there were some people he would miss. He wished he had had the chance to say good bye to Yue. 

The boy looked up at Gojo, tracing the beautiful contour of his side profile in the sunlight. He was down to one robe since he was working under the sun. There was sweat on his brow and dirt on his hands. His long, flowing hair had been cut short with tendrils softly dancing in the wind. He’d never look so… rugged and free before. 

A smile stretched across Megumi’s face as a chuckle bubbled up his chest. The light laughter surprised Gojo and its gaiety even lifted his own spirits. This was the kind of magic spell that only Megumi could cast over Gojo. 

“What’s so funny?” Gojo kneeled before Megumi and pushed his silky black hair behind his ear, careful not to jostle his bandages. 

“Do you think two spoiled heads of their clans could really survive in the wild?”

“You’re talking to the two strongest sorcerers in the world. If we can defeat curses with the snap of our fingers, I’m pretty sure we can figure out how to make cabbage soup.” He emphasized his point by showing the lush head of cabbage he dug out of the ground. 

“Let’s do it then. Together, one step at a time.” Megumi said as he reached out to place a hand on Gojo’s cheek. His smile stole the breath out of the man’s lungs. 

“Megumi~ that’s not fair. Stop proposing to me before I get the chance to do so!” 

Megumi let out another chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m yours.” Gojo declared confidently. 

“But you’re mine.” Megumi agreed. 

The future might have been unknown for these two, but it was theirs.