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Gojo did remember this time.
It wasn’t like when Yuta had arrived back from his four day school residential on a mountain hike that he had been talking about for months, and Gojo hadn’t even realised he’d been gone in the first place.
Poor Yuta had been obviously upset when Gojo hadn’t even realised he’d not been here the past week. He had just been obliviously sat at the kitchen counter, finally getting a break from his work, and stuffing a doughnut into his mouth, when Yuta burst through the door carrying a suitcase. Gojo had just looked at him quizzically, thinking maybe he was going on a trip, until he put the pieces together, and by then Yuta had already realised that Gojo forgot. His grin faded when his Dad just cocked his head at him instead of rushing to hug him and asking him all about it.
This time he’d made Ijichi make a whole “Welcome home Yuta” sign, with glitter and rainbow pens, and Gojo had even bought a two tier cake from the bakery nearby. The one he always got his sweets from. They didn’t skimp on the icing, Gojo liked that in a bakery.
He had even opened his laptop to check the plane’s journey, monitoring the trail it took across the screen. According to the webpage, the plane would be landing in 45 minutes. Maybe he could even pick Yuta up from the airport, he probably had time…
No, better to stay here and make Yuta think he’d completely forgot again, only to surprise him at the last minute. He’d make the kid go all pouty, and his eyes go all droopy in the way they did when he was upset, only to make his expression light up when he saw what Gojo had prepared for him.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he couldn’t deny that he always perked up a bit whenever he got a text from Yuta. The kid did undeniably idolise him, but of course Gojo loved him despite that anyway. It was selfish, but it felt good to have someone who whatever he did, would always love him. He needed that now he didn’t have Geto. If he still had a partner, he maybe could have dealt with a bratty kid that didn’t care about him, probably.
A small, affectionate smile pulled at his mouth when he saw Yuta’s contact photo pop up and the message that said he’d landed. The plane was ahead of schedule then.
Gojo had never changed Yuta’s contact photo either. It was always going to be the picture of when Gojo had just bought him an ice cream for the first time. It was such a small event, but it seemed to be the whole kid’s world at that moment. Even though it was impossible, he liked to think that Yuta had maybe inherited a sweet tooth from him or something, and shared the same love for ice cream that he did.
Gojo would admit he did drop the ball quite a bit on Yuta. It felt like his parenting failures outweighed his successes, like the ice cream, quite a bit. The kid was just so damn forgiving that it made it difficult for Gojo to actually learn from it. That was the same mistake he’d made with Geto, and well look how that turned out. So, he really decided to show he knew what was going on, and was interested in Yuta’s life. When his son got home, he was going to make him show him all the pictures he’d taken at camp, and talk about all the friends he’d made. Even if Gojo got so bored he wanted to fall asleep, he would listen to every word out of Yuta’s mouth.
“Ijichi. Have you finally finished the sign yet?” Gojo called over his shoulder without turning around. He gave Yuta a thumbs up to his text quickly too.
“Not yet, Gojo. The glitter you insisted on is having trouble sticking.”
He heard the almost tremble in Ijichi’s voice when he answered, and rolled his eyes at it. He might as well do it himself at this point. “Then use more glue. It’s not rocket science, is it.” Gojo pointed out, sometimes wondering what the point was of actually having an assistant.
***
Geto had been counting down this day for weeks. It was circled on his calendar in bright red marker, the 10th of August, the day Megumi was coming home.
Turns out, Geto hadn’t missed free time as much as he thought he did, because after he made use of the alone time to relax and have one pathetic hook up, he had literally nothing else to do. He saw Shoko and some other friends, but he did that anyway while Megumi was here. And he liked having Megumi around at the coffee shops he went to. The kid would colour and get a cupcake (the one sugary item Geto allowed him) and it was calming for Geto to be around. Sometimes he felt like Megumi was the one who allowed him to relax. He kept Geto occupied, and a lot of the time that was more calming than being left alone with his thoughts.
He had to keep pressing the breaks lightly when he began to go over the speed limit. He was just far too excited to see Megumi again, and hold him even if his son squirmed just a bit and told him he was being embarrassing when they would meet at the gate in an hour.
Geto was sure Megumi had a good time at camp. Mostly because if he was miserable, he probably would have run away. Almost 8 times Megumi had packed a bag after Geto told him off for something small: not finishing his vegetables, stopping whatever show he was watching on the TV that was too bright and loud before his bedtime.
Geto had watched as Megumi stormed off all the way to the gate of their house before he sulked and started walking back. Not that Geto would ever let him get far, the gate was locked and he had a tracker on Megumi’s watch anyway. If he ever somehow made it past the gate, which never actually happened as of yet, Geto could easily chase after him and scoop him up.
It was pleasantly surprising that he hadn’t received any calls from the camp yet. Geto had very much expected to be disturbed by his phone ringing in the middle of the night only to hear that Megumi had got in a fight with another kid, that had already happened again quite a few times in his elementary school, or something like that.
So far, he had received no calls, no texts. He even had to make sure his phone number and email were still correct on the form the campsite sent out, because it was a harder possibility for him to believe that there were actually no problems.
Even more surprising, in a not as pleasant way, was that he hadn’t received a text from Satoru. Not that he wanted to, of course, not that his heart jumped in hope a little bit when he heard the ping on his phone, not that he purposely kept his evenings free in case Gojo randomly decided to call him up.
No, it was just that he had a feeling Gojo was up to something. Other people called it co-dependency, but Geto always had a sixth sense about Gojo, and vice-versa. What he was doing, if something was wrong. So, as delusional as it might have been, he really had expected a late night visit.
It was also mainly because, during his kid-free Summer, Geto indulged in just some light snooping, and dug far enough around Instagram that he found Gojo’s account. The private one, that didn’t just have useless information (well useless to Geto’s snooping) about his business. He saw that Gojo was back in Tokyo, for how long he had no idea, so that really seemed like a good opportunity for another hook up, but no call came. Weird.
Geto absolutely refused to be the one to initiate it outside of their usual arrangement twice in a row. It had bruised his pride enough last time. It absolutely wasn’t gonna happen again. Gojo would be the one to initiate it, and then maybe Geto would say yes. Maybe.
Geto navigated his way through the airport parking lot, desperate to just get out of the car so he could rush to wait at Megumi’s gate. After following the hundreds of signs, he reversed into a spot between two other large cars like his. Getting out of the spot could be a problem for later, once had Megumi back. Then nothing else would matter.
***
Yuta shifted around on the plane seat. His already building resentment for Geto wasn’t helped by the fact that he had only paid for an economy seat for his son. It wasn’t because he was spoiled, he didn’t really care that much over where he sat. Though first or business would have obviously been slightly more comfortable for such a long flight. He was more bothered by the fact that Geto didn’t seem to care that much about his own son’s comfort that he wouldn’t even have sprung for a more comfortable flight.
At least Gojo always made sure he had everything he needed, he couldn’t recall a time his Dad ever spared an expense for him. Sure he had some flaws, but it was hard for Yuta to care about those when Gojo tried hard for him in so many other ways, working long hours so he could provide Yuta with the best possible life.
Yuta’s gaze shifted out the window, at least he didn’t get a middle seat. He hoped Megumi was making some progress, he’d got a text from him that said he was on his flight. It had left earlier than Yuta’s so Megumi should almost be at Heathrow. He was praying that this wasn’t one of the times Gojo forgot all about him coming home. It wouldn’t be a great start for Megumi, and it wouldn’t help the lie that Yuta had fed to him. It might not be a complete lie, Gojo might actually want Megumi back and miss him in the way Yuta said that he did.
Gojo certainly wasn’t a very open parent. The only reason he knew anything about Gojo’s past was the stories he had heard from Shoko, and the occasional snooping he’d done on his Dad. It really wouldn’t surprise him if he did spend half his time thinking about Megumi, or Geto.
Yuta didn’t have a lot of experience with relationships. He had one girlfriend in his childhood, which lasted a total of two weeks before he had to leave the school Gojo enrolled him in for that month. He had kept contact with her through his first phone that Gojo bought him. She’d been a little too clingy for him however. He felt guilty about not texting her any more, but even Gojo had told him it was best to move on and meet another girl who he could actually see in person. Yuta had been a little snippy that day and told him that maybe if Gojo stopped moving around so much, he could.
That was one of the first times he’d ever seen Gojo look hurt. It was barely there, and only for a second. It had also been the first time Yuta had ever really snapped at Gojo, about something like that anyway. He’d immediately felt guilty, he hadn’t even been able to finish his dinner with the ache in his stomach.
Despite his limited experience, he knew relationships didn’t just fall apart for no reason, especially when people had adopted kids together. His Dad wasn’t the type to just run away from something like that, whatever happened. Gojo wasn’t perfect, and he moved Yuta around more than he liked, but he knew that Gojo was doing the best he could, and he wouldn’t throw a family away for no reason, especially one of his kids.
The only conclusion was that it was Geto’s fault. He had obviously given up on his relationship with Gojo, probably for some small reason or some fight that he’d started. How could anyone not get along with his Dad. Gojo was a little distant sometimes sure, but he was caring and looked out for people, and could always make Yuta laugh when he’d had a bad day. Geto had to be the problem.
Megumi, who Yuta was assuming was going to be pretty similar to the man who’d raised him, had a pretty quick temper. He could only assume he had got it from Geto. He had probably started so many fights with Gojo when they were together, that only got worse after they had kids, and then had eventually left and taken the younger child with him.
Yuta blamed Geto entirely for the reason he wasn’t part of a family, the reason he couldn’t sit down and eat a home-cooked meal at the end of the day with two parents, the reason he never had a sibling to argue with like everyone else did, the reason that half of his school events went unattended because he didn’t have a parent who could come.
He’d try and mask it when he saw Geto finally at the airport. He could convince him to get back with Gojo first. Well not first. First was getting them to meet up so they could swap Megumi and Yuta back around. Then he and Megumi would both plead for at least one family vacation. He figured Geto and his own Dad owed him that much at least.
***
Megumi had sent two texts. One to Yuta, telling him that he was on the taxi to the apartment, and one to Geto, that he had just landed, since Yuta had.
He hadn’t been able to relax on the entire ten hour flight, or sleep once, even on the first class seat that didn’t really belong to him. He kept thinking of Geto who would expect him at the airport, then this man who we was going to meet, then his half, step, brother kind of, whatever he was, that promised him Gojo missed him and wanted them to be a family. That's all his thoughts were. Geto, Gojo, Yuta. Geto, Gojo, Yuta. Geto, Gojo, Yuta.
His heart was pounding, and he was turning his stuffed wolf in his hands over and over again. It was easy getting into the taxi, luckily. He just did the same thing he did at the campsite, show his copy of Yuta’s plane ticket, and got in the back of it. He sank down into the seat, pulling at a loose thread and twisting it around. He hoped Geto wouldn’t be mad, he also hoped that Gojo would at least recognise him. He hadn’t come up with a backup plan for this at all.
This was a bad idea. Geto was going to be furious with him. So much for staying out of trouble while he was away.
It could be worth it, maybe. Yuta seemed pretty confident in this insane plan he had. At worst, Geto would ground him. At best, he’d finally have a family, and a sibling.
Megumi watched the city pass by. He’d never been to London before. Geto took him travelling sometimes, they went on vacation around once a year. They were pretty comfortable, not struggling for money by any means. They’d visited China, the US, France and Spain, Switzerland and Denmark. Megumi was pretty well travelled for a kid, but this was the first time he’d seen any part of England. Maybe he could even visit a museum if he had time, if Gojo didn’t know who on earth he was and kicked him out of his apartment. Geto would at least be a little impressed with that.
He heard his phone ding in response. It was only a flip phone. Geto was reluctant to even give him that really. Something about technology ruining childhoods or whatever.
Megumi’s small heart ached when he saw Geto’s response. The “I love you. I’ll be waiting for you by the gate.” was enough to make him regret this whole thing again. He missed his Dad, after six weeks of not seeing him, more than he’d ever gone in his life.
He switched off his phone, hiding himself away from everyone else. He was about ten minutes away from a flurry of texts from Geto, and many phone calls demanding to know where he was. He would check it later, after he met this Gojo.
The taxi came to a stop outside a very tall building, an expensive looking one as well.
***
Geto paced in a circle around the airport, by Megumi’s gate. People kept walking out, and Geto acknowledged that each of them weren’t his Megumi. He was practically wearing a hole in the floor from how much he was pacing around.
He’d received Megumi’s texts about fifteen minutes ago, so he should be out soon. It was probably just taking a while for him to get his bag. Geto had told him to make it slightly more distinct, but Megumi hadn’t listened to him. Oh well, Geto couldn’t find it in himself to care right now, not when he was finally going to be able to see his son again.
He saw the families leaving the gate before Megumi. Some of them coming back home, some of them obviously tourists taking a family vacation to Japan. Geto smiled faintly at the sight of them. It reminded him of when he took Megumi on all those vacations. He hoped Megumi enjoyed it as much as the kids who got to travel with their siblings, two parents and all that.
The kids that Geto could see running through the gate were happy, clutching onto their suitcases and running to the airport entrance, wanting to get out and see the new country their parents had brought them too. Geto saw two young girls holding hands in their matching dresses, their parents trailing behind them. It reminded him of his own vacations in his childhood, before Megumi, before Gojo. The girls reminded him of Nanako and Mimiko, who he’d essentially spend babysitting the whole vacation to make sure they didn’t run off or get into trouble. He never actually minded it of course. He never minded spending time with his siblings.
He always wanted two kids, maybe even three or four. Gojo had never really seemed that eager in recollection. It should have been the first warning sign, actually. Gojo had barely even wanted a child at all now he thought about it. At the time it hadn’t felt very obvious, though Geto supposed that’s what love did to you. Made you completely blind to everything, and far too forgiving.
Once again, he had to stop himself thinking about Gojo. Geto focused back on the gate, impatiently waiting for Megumi to come out.
***
Megumi’s gaze snapped to the driver when he announced “We’re here”. From the impatience in his voice, it didn’t seem like it was the first time he had announced that.
“Right, sorry.” Megumi muttered and hurried out of the back of the cab. He was so distracted he almost forgot about his suitcase until the driver handed it to him. Megumi mumbled another ‘thank you’ and clutched the suitcase handle with his sweaty palm.
He forced himself to take the steps forward, his shoes scuffing slightly against the pavement. His gaze was firmly on the ground, unwilling to look up at the giant glass doors to the place his… Dad’s possible ex boyfriend was behind. Every time he said it, it felt more insane. He’d travelled all the way, abandoned his actual Dad in Japan, just to see some guy that maybe raised him for six months.
He’d do it for Geto, though. That was what he’d have to keep thinking about to force him to get through this.
Megumi almost hit the glass door. Only finally looking up at it when he was about a centremetre away. He took a deep breath, reaching out and clasping the handle. The door was heavy, although maybe it was just his nerves making the rest of him so weak. He pulled the door and slid inside, giving his suitcase another tug.
The lobby was pretty small, seeing as it was only an apartment block. There were a few couches, and a desk with a bowl of apples on it that Megumi thought looked too clean to actually be eaten. There was also a man standing behind the desk that wasn’t paying any attention to Megumi...oh well.
He glanced around, acknowledging that there was no one waiting for him. Megumi remembered Yuta telling him there would be someone waiting here that could take him up to Gojo. It definitely didn’t seem like it was the man stood behind the desk, typing away on a laptop.
Megumi stepped forward hesitantly, near the elevator. He went to press the button when he noticed that you needed some sort of key card to get it to work. Great, that’s probably why the guy behind the desk wasn’t paying attention to him.
He was beginning to panic a little inside. Was this even the right building? Was he going to be stuck in the downstairs lobby all night? Only Yuta knew where he was, and he had no way to charge his phone and only a limited amount of cash left...that was in dollars.
Just when Megumi felt the familiar lump in his throat and heat behind his eyes, the elevator doors opened right in front of him.
Megumi felt a sudden mix of terror and excitement, but it was stopped pretty short as he saw that the man in the elevator was obviously not Gojo. Megumi huffed and stepped aside to let him out. He was planning to jump inside as soon as the man was out of the way.
“Megumi?”
Megumi’s head snapped up, eyes wide as the man had just spoken his name. Whoever he was looked equally as surprised, staring down at him with wide dark eyes and a very stressed out expression.
The elevator doors slid shut, and Megumi would have cursed internally if this man hadn’t said his name.
It took him a good few seconds to find his voice. Even when he did it was just a small squeak, barely breaking out of his throat.
“That’s me.”
The man standing in front of him looked even more stressed. His mouth was pulled into a worried line, his forehead creasing as he quickly fumbled with his phone.
Megumi watched, completely perplexed, as the man held a shaking phone up to his ear. He stayed rooted to the spot as he heard the trembling voice speak into the phone.
“Megumi’s down here.”
He must be talking to Gojo. He must be. That meant the man did at least care about Megumi, right. If even his assistant was able to recognise him at this age.
Megumi saw the man wince as another voice came through the phone. Was it Gojo’s voice, maybe?
“I said Megumi’s here-I know, I know, but he’s here. No, it’s just him. Okay, okay. I will.”
The man took a deep breath, every stress line on his face enhancing after that phone conversation. He looked down at Megumi, eyes as wide and worried at his own at this point.
“Are you...here to see Gojo?” He asked tentatively.
Megumi nodded, seeing the way the man practically deflated at his response. He watched him rub his forehead, probably trying to ease the building stress.
“Alright, okay. I can take you up to him.”
Megumi, again, nodded stiffly. He bit back any questions like “Does he want to see me? What did he sound like on the phone? Was he excited?”, and followed him into the elevator.
***
Ijichi had finally finished the sign, took him long enough. Gojo was busy hanging it over the kitchen counter when a sharp ringing disrupted him.
He groaned and hopped down, leaving the banner hanging down on one side. Why did Ijichi need to call him, seriously? It was just picking Yuta up from the lobby.
“What is it, Ijichi?” Gojo asked impatiently into the phone. He could tell the other man was going to start stammering and sputtering and Gojo had absolutely no time for that.
“Megumi’s down here”
Gojo dropped the sign. It felt like his entire body had shut down for a whole three seconds.
“What did you say?” Gojo whispered, after a painful few moments of silence when he needed to get his voice back.
“I said Megumi’s here” Ijichi’s shaky voice came back on the phone, and Gojo had to restrain himself from snapping. He took a deep breath in, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening.
“He’s not supposed to be here. How could he be here? How did he even get to this place?”
“I-I know, I know, but he’s here.”
Right. Megumi was here. Gojo could ask questions later. Was Yuta here? Had they come back together.
“Ijichi, is Yuta there?”
“No, it’s just him.”
Great. Another problem. Gojo pulled his hand through his hair roughly and breathed out a deep sigh.
“Fine, send him up here then.” Gojo hung up the phone straight after, tossing it to the side.
He sank down on one of the kitchen stools and took a very, deep breath. Megumi was here, Megumi, his son, was actually here. In this building, and Yuta wasn’t.
Gojo was pretty good at putting things together quickly when he actually took the time to think rationally. However, it was proving pretty difficult for him to think rationally right now. He had always been that way when it came to Geto, Yuta and Megumi.
Only them, for everything else he was able to control himself. If he had been able to right now then he would have realised that his plan to send Yuta to the exact same camp Megumi had gone to had backfired terribly, they’d obviously realised they were related in a pretty odd way and then had the genius kid like idea to switch places.
Gojo didn’t realise that, though. Because he was absolutely not able to use the rational part of his brain. All he could think was that Megumi was here. Megumi was actually right here. Gojo hadn’t seen the kid in person in almost 11 years, and now Megumi was here.
Gojo would think about Yuta later, no doubt he was about to receive a hundred phone calls from Geto asking him what the hell he had done.
The front door of the penthouse opened and Ijichi, who had never looked more stressed in his entire life, and that was saying something, ushered in a very hesitant, little Megumi.
Well he wasn’t little any more. Gojo had seen pictures of him, but nothing compared to actually seeing him here, in real life, that he could reach out and hold him if he wanted to.
He looked exactly like Geto, exactly. That face, the nose, the lips, the jawline, it was just like Geto. It made it even more painful to look at the child he’d left behind.
Megumi was staring straight at the floor, pretty much what Gojo had expected. He was gonna have to start this then. God it sucked having to be the grown up in this situation, because right now he felt the exact same way Megumi did.
“Megumi” Gojo said quietly, using the same soft voice he always used with Geto.
“What are you doing here?” Gojo breathed out in a quiet sigh.
Megumi slowly raised his head, watching Gojo. Again, it looked too painfully similar to the way Geto looked at him sometimes, and even the way Yuta watched him...oh God, Yuta.
It was becoming clear that Megumi wasn’t going to speak anytime soon.
Fair enough, Gojo didn’t really want to either.
“Okay. Where’s Yuta?” Gojo asked softly. He didn’t shift to get closer, not wanting to spook Megumi or something like a wild animal.
Megumi finally spoke up, his voice barely there. Gojo had to strain to hear it.
“With Da-Geto.” Megumi quickly corrected himself.
Gojo managed a small laugh. Only his and Geto’s kids would do something so stupid, and reckless like this.
“Geto’s gonna kill me.” Gojo sighed and rubbed his eyes while he calculated the very small possibility that Geto might find this a funny coincidence.
5%… okay, maybe not that much. Probably like 2% actually… or 0.2%.
***
The plane finally landed with a jolt. For the first time, Yuta was grateful for the time it took between landing and actually being able to leave.
He’d been waiting weeks for this, the chance to see the other half of his family, the parts Gojo had never shown him. It was a little terrifying though. Megumi must be feeling the same way by now. He hoped he had got to Gojo okay, hoped Gojo hadn’t screwed anything up. Yuta knew his plan could fall through completely, fairly easily, if everyone didn’t act according to how he hoped they would.
His plan. Meet Geto, silently decide what kind of person he was, convince him to meet Gojo so they could swap kids back, get them back together, and then he would finally have a family, finally.
Yuta hesitated as long as he could, before he was pretty much the only person left on the plane. He tried to ignore the way his heart beat fast in his chest, and his stomach coiled with nerves.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to leave the plane. He thought of his own Dad as he made his way through the airport, remembering who he was doing this for.
Yuta’s heartbeat only quickened as he got closer to the gate Megumi told him that Geto would be waiting at.
Forcing his feet to move forward, carrying his bag on his shoulder, he went through the gate.
***
Geto kept watch of every person who passed through those doors. Megumi should be here by now, he was getting a little concerned about it actually. Megumi had texted him he was on the plane, and then that it landed. He hoped he wasn’t getting held up by security. Maybe he had left his passport on the plane, maybe Megumi had accidentally taken food back in his luggage and was getting stopped by airport staff.
Geto’s internal spiralling was cut short by the sight of a spiky black head of hair coming through the gate. He felt the familiar sense of relief pass through him, and made his way forward quickly.
Geto felt the exact moment his heart jumped in his chest, the second between seeing something and the actual realisation of what it was that he was looking at.
A few thoughts went through Geto’s head in that one second. The first was that, Megumi looks different. The second was that, that’s not Megumi. The third thought was that the kid looks a lot like Yuta. The final thought he had was, oh...that is Yuta.
Geto froze in his spot, he had been in the middle of walking towards who he thought was Megumi, to take his bag and hug his son for the first time in 6 weeks.
He registered the fact that Yuta was looking right at him. Not with shock or surprise, the way that Geto was very much looking at Yuta, but with a kind of resignation mixed with resentment.
Once Geto could actually move again, he whipped his head around. He was looking for Gojo, the best case situation now being that somehow Yuta and Megumi were on the same flight. He then looked for Ijichi when he didn’t see that white head of hair anywhere despite desperately scanning for it. No, no Ijichi either.
Fuck, Yuta was here to see him wasn’t he.
He was going to kill Gojo.
Although, he had to admit a part of himself was actually impressed Gojo hadn’t told the kid all about them before. It had taken Gojo 11 years to obviously tell Yuta about him and send the kid to find Geto.
When he turned his head back around, now possibly somewhat ready to face the kid he had left at about 2 and a half years old, he found Yuta right in front of him. Well that was something the kid got from Gojo then. That ability to creepily move and appear in front of him like a cat, or maybe Geto was just too distracted.
Geto couldn’t find his voice when he looked down at the boy he had last seen when he was a chubby faced toddler with those wide eyes. He took a few attempts to speak, opening his mouth and closing it again in a way that probably resembled a fish while Yuta stared at him.
Eventually all that came out was a pretty pathetic sounding, “Yuta?”
The boy in front of him nodded, regarding Geto with a judging and almost irritated looking gaze. Geto felt a little taken aback. He hadn’t quite expected a heartfelt reunion but he wasn’t expecting him to look quite so annoyed.
“Yuta...how did you get here.” Geto breathed out, his eyes darting around the airport for Megumi, Gojo, or anyone to help this all make sense.
Yuta sighed, as if annoyed Geto had even asked that.
“Me and Megumi swapped places, he’s with Gojo.”
Geto swore he was about to have a heart attack. So Megumi wasn’t even coming. He was god knows where with Gojo of all people, and Geto couldn’t even see his son. The thing he had been looking forward to all Summer.
“Gojo told you all this?” Geto was impressed he hadn’t stammered yet, hopefully he was appearing somewhat composed towards Yuta. He had to act as the responsible parent here after all. Luckily he’d look pretty good if Yuta had been raised by Gojo most of his life.
“Gojo had nothing to do with it!” Yuta said quickly, looking almost afraid of his Dad getting any blame. “We met at Summer camp and made this deal together.”
Geto did absolutely not believe for a second that Gojo had ‘nothing to do with it’. If Geto had been with a more measured, practical, stable person then sure, he might believe that it was all a coincidence.
But this was Gojo they were talking about, who took dumb risks for his own gain without considering the effects on a family with such a complicated relationship. Hell it was the same Gojo who used to climb up to Geto’s bedroom window every night when they first started dating. It was the same Gojo who asked him to be his boyfriend at their prom, in front of the whole school, in a very conservative country, just because he’d wanted to.
Geto tried very hard not to let his emotions get the better of him, which his history indicated he didn’t do very well. The first and most important thing he had to do right now was find out whether Megumi was safe or not.
“So where is Megumi? Is he actually with Gojo right now?”
“He should be, He texted that he’d arrived in London-”
“London?!” Geto exclaimed, making Yuta jump slightly. Megumi was almost 11 hours away, further from him now than when he’d been at camp.
“Y-yeah. Gojo’s apartment is in London so he’s with him.”
Geto tugged at his hair, taking deep breaths to keep calm.
“Stay right here. I have to call him.” Geto told Yuta firmly. Once he knew Gojo had Megumi, and his son wasn’t just wandering around London with no money and probably no phone battery, he could talk to Yuta.
He took a few steps back and dialled Gojo, after subtly unblocking his number.
If Gojo didn’t answer his phone, Geto was going to-
“Hello?” Gojo sounded pretty out of breath when he spoke. The sign that he was even picking up was good.
“Satoru. I swear to God, what have you done. Why is Yuta here and where the hell is Megumi?”
Gojo’s reply came through quickly, sounding the most stressed Geto had ever heard apart from their last argument.
“He’s with me. He’s fine, Suguru. I promise. I’m just trying to figure everything out.” Geto breathed a sigh of relief. Megumi was safe, everything was fine.
“Yuta’s here with me too. Satoru, put me on the phone with Megumi, now.”
Geto rarely actually scolded Megumi. Even when he did something wrong, it usually had a good intention behind it. Like now most likely did, and Geto knew it was his own fault. If you kept such a huge secret from a kid, you can’t get mad when they eventually discoverer it. Geto was a hypocrite though, and right now, despite knowing Megumi probably had good intentions, he was going to ground him for the rest of his life.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Suguru. Just let us talk for a bit. You sort Yuta out and take him back to yours.”
“No, no Satoru! Put me on the phone with him right now and then you will drive him back to the airport this instant!” Geto ended up almost shouting. No way Gojo was actually letting this happen.
“Sorry Suguru, you’re breaking up. Byeee.”
Geto’s jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn’t believe this.
He was going to kill Gojo.