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The walls of Tokyo’s Jujutsu Tech are too damn thin, that’s what Toji thinks. He has no idea how things are in Kyoto, but from what he heard they’re not that different. Everything made of paper and straw, a recipe for disaster really, he recalls the nights back when he was a boy, shivering from the cold in the worst room of the house, unable to sleep. Now, he was awake as well, but not because he was cold, no, it’s because he can hear something making scratching noises somewhere in the dorm building.
Thankfully, he’s looking for rats instead of waiting for Gojo to stop moaning like a cat in heat because Geto went too hard on his ass, again . Sukuna was in Kyoto this week so he has nothing to distract him from the pitter patter of small paws running around the hardwood floors, the guy would be able to slice the pests from bed while hugging him so tight he almost suffocates. Tonight it’s just him, his inverted spear of heaven and the rats.
Jujutsu Tech doesn’t have a rat problem per se, it’s more of an outdated view on pest control conversation. There are worse months than others and this was one of the bad ones, Toji was named the designated exterminator after he successfully got rid of the mice five months in a row, although Megumi wasn’t pleased about him going off killing animals instead of just releasing them into the wild.
“Then catch them yourself.”
“No.”
It’s no use fighting over rats , he thinks, but his son always had a soft spot for animals, even if they are a health hazard to humans.
He walks slowly, his heavy weight making the floorboards creak, he pays no mind to it, it’s not unusual for people to be awake at this hour because of late night missions or patrols. Toji looks around while biting the inside of his lip next to his scar, listening attentively to any more noises from the small rodents, “Now where are you?”
He keeps going up and down the hall until he finally catches just at the bottom of the stairs a long naked tail. The man made a run for it but the mouse took notice of what he was trying to achieve and went up to the second floor in a matching speed to its chaser. Toji tried to swing his weapon to kill it but to no avail, the small animal was far too slim and slippery, dodging every attack he threw its way. It was now squeaking absurdly loud for something its size and Toji was sure all this ruckus was going to wake up someone anytime, not that he cares much for it in all honesty, he just doesn’t anyone up his ass because he woke them up.
Oh, and he wanted to sleep, there’s also that.
“Get back here bastard!” he whisper-yelled to the rat, “I’m tired of hearing you from my room!” Toji ran after it with all his might, no longer watching his steps and letting them stomp all over the dark wood, “I’ll be damned if I don’t catch you!”
After the wild chase around the dorms, he somehow finds himself in the attic, lured in by his prey, he can now understand why the noise was so prevalent: the rats made the top of their rooms their home. There isn’t a lot, Toji takes a guess there might be about five, all scattering around the fragile floor until they bumped into a dark corner filled with spider webs.
“There’s no escape now.” He grins from ear to ear, closing the distance between himself and the squeaking creatures. The floorboards croak more aggressively each step he takes forward, but he doesn’t stop, he’s been awake for almost an hour running around like a maniac looking for these assholes, he’s getting RID of them.
But just as he was about to take a swing of his blade, the floor shook violently as it finally gave out beneath him, rotten pieces of wood fell alongside him from the third floor. Toji didn’t have any chance to react, besides screaming his lungs out, because once he understood what was happening, his ass was already kissing the hardwood of the bottom floor.
He moaned in pain when he came to his senses among the rubble from the fall, his butt hurt the most naturally, but nothing felt broken. “Uhhhgh… Fucking hell…” he murmured to himself as he ran a hand over his face.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!!!??”
Of course, he had to land right in Gojo and Geto’s room.
Toji reluctantly turned his head to the couple sitting upright on the bed, taking in Gojo’s dumbass face with his sleeping mask pulling his bangs out of his face. Suguru simply looked confused and still asleep.
“Hey.”
“YOU MADE A HOLE ON OUR CEILING!!!”
“I was chasing the rats.”
Gojo’s cheeks are redder than ever due to the anger he was feeling over the older man, “WHAT RATS?!”
Toji grimaces and presses his eyes closed, “Could you please tone it down?”
Satoru’s head turns from Toji’s frame on the floor to Suguru’s sleepy face next to him a few times, “Are you seeing this?” he asks his fiancé.
“I’m not quite sure I'm awake.”
“SUGURU.”
Toji finally found the strength to get up, although very slowly, “I’ll leave you two now… I need to sleep.” He ignores Satoru’s bitching and makes his way to his room, which thankfully doesn’t have a hole in the ceiling all the way up to the attic, and jumps face down on his bed.
Sukuna came back the next morning and was left to pick up the pieces, literally, of what was left of the ceiling in Gojo’s room, while the albino cussed them out and paced around in circles fuming from the whole situation.
“I’m never going after the rats again.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Was all that Sukuna had to say meanwhile he was sweeping the chaos from the night before with a broom.