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Their first meeting was strange and brief.
Satoru’s mother had just decided to push the limits of her newly found power as the person that brought Gojo Satoru into the world and leave the premises of the Gojo estate. Not really her brightest idea, but Gojo Yu never had a reputation of being the smartest.
The most reckless though?
Without a doubt.
She does her best to look less conspicuous, although a woman as tall as her with bright white hair will always attract plenty of attention no matter what. Little Satoru is easier to hide, tiny as he is and so frighteningly quiet. She finds a cosy park, keeps Satoru wrapped up in his favourite blanket and makes sure to walk the paths where the bodyguards sent by their family can easily follow.
Satoru keeps looking up at her with those huge eyes of his.
Still silent.
Then he lets out what might be the loudest squeal she’s ever heard from him and a tiny hand reaches out of his blanket. She follows those small, pale fingers to find another woman carrying a crying bundle that has to be a baby around the same age as Satoru.
Gojo Yu is not known for being smart, but she’s known for having terrible ideas.
She immediately walks over to the woman that’s struggling to get her baby to quiet down.
“Hello!” In a few long strides, she’s standing right next to the woman with a big smile and a surprisingly noisy Satoru who keeps babbling adorably in her arms.
The other woman jumps and looks up at Yu with her mouth hanging open. It could be her height or the white hair, most likely both.
“H-hello?” She stutters, still trying to comfort the crying baby. A pair of tiny fists wiggle angrily as the child cries.
Then Satoru reaches out with his own small hand and grabs hold of those tiny fists. He makes a gurgling noise that could be a giggle and the other baby’s cries seem to quiet down immediately.
“I think Satoru just made a friend! Didn’t you, honey?” Yu grins and moves a little closer so the two children don’t have to separate. “What’s his name?”
The other woman blinks a few more times until she shakes off the shock of what just happened and lets out an awkward laugh. “Suguru...I don’t know how your son did this. No one can stop him when he cries…”
Yu grins from ear to ear. “My little Satoru is just that special, you see?” She gives her baby a loud kiss on the cheek and just as she glances up she notices.
A tiny, fly-like curse hovering just above little Suguru and his mother.
She looks back at Suguru’s mother and smiles.
“Let’s go sit down and talk! I don’t think these two are ready to be separated yet.”
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Suguru loves visiting Satoru.
The moment he arrives the other boy is already waiting for him. They barely get to say hello to each other or goodbye to their mothers before Satoru takes him by the hand and drags him away.
Suguru loves it when Satoru takes his hand.
This time he gets dragged into Satoru’s bedroom, a room that’s much bigger than any room Suguru has been in before. The bed is huge too, way too big for a tiny boy like Satoru, but that doesn’t matter since most of the bed is covered in various stuffed toys.
Sometimes they both just lay there.
Sometimes Satoru’s eyes are red and puffy and Suguru can tell he’s hurt.
Sometimes he tries to help to the best of his ability.
He might not be able to understand everything, but he knows a thing for sure.
He hates it when Satoru is sad.
So he will hop off the bed and run to pull the drapes on every window, he’ll throw Satoru’s fluffy pillows and soft blankets around until they have a little nest and then he’ll slowly pull Satoru close and cover his eyes with his hands.
Satoru will reach up with his own and hold them over Suguru’s the entire time.
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It takes a few years until the Gojo clan agrees to let Satoru leave the estate.
As with all matters involving Satoru’s freedom as a human, it takes a lot of convincing from Satoru’s mother and a lot of promises from Suguru.
Suguru still loves to visit Satoru, but he hates the Gojo clan. It was Satoru’s mother that told him once that Satoru’s family and Satoru’s clan were two different things. She asked him to be Satoru’s family no matter what and he immediately agreed.
Their first time outside the bounds of the estate is quiet. They go to a beautiful field, not too far away, devoid of both humans and curses and covered in every type of flower two little boys could know.
Satoru takes him by the hand and starts running.
“Let’s race!” It’s all he shouts before he starts dragging Suguru across the field.
It’s not really a race.
Suguru is still not sure if Satoru knows what racing means.
Each time he claims they’re racing all he does is take off running while tightly holding onto Suguru’s hand. He never once lets the other boy get lost behind him. If Suguru is slower, Satoru will just put more strength into dragging him.
They reach a small patch covered in dandelions and Satoru immediately stops running and lets himself fall down.
He drags Suguru down with him, of course.
As they lay there, dandelion seeds floating around them, Satoru turns and looks at him.
“Mom said these things grant you wishes.” He closes his eyes and smiles. Suguru thinks Satoru also looks like a dandelion. “I wish that we’ll always be friends!”
Suguru smiles and blows away a few dandelion seeds that got stuck in Satoru’s hair.
He wishes the same thing.
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Even as teens they keep up with their little habits.
Satoru’s taller now, but he still nestles with his head underneath Suguru’s chin. He’s bolder now, so much louder than he used to be. When his eyes hurt, he’s the one that bursts into Suguru’s room and knocks every blanket and pillow around until they have a private blanket fort just for the two of them. He’s the one that takes Suguru’s hands and places them over his eyes.
It makes Suguru happy.
Satoru always complains about the accommodations. The rooms are too small compared to what Satoru used to have, there’s not enough space for his stuffed toys and the beds are too small for him and Suguru to cuddle properly. He’s spoiled in his own special way and Suguru is more than happy to enable him. He likes it when Satoru complains about their bed and their room and any other thing Satoru considers is their shared belonging.
Sometimes they talk, sometimes they just lay next to each other and hold hands. Their hands are as different as their bodies, but they come together perfectly. Satoru with his long fingers and delicate skin and Suguru with his wider palms and callouses from weapon training. They’d caress each other’s face with those hands, feel their differences and map out their features until they’re more familiar with each other’s bodies than their own.
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Now they lay together in their shared bed, large and covered in stuffed toys just like Satoru’s childhood bed. There are blankets and pillows and soft sheets to satisfy Satoru’s high requirements and sensitive skin.
Far away from the Gojo estate, but close to the school.
Suguru can’t believe it sometimes, that in this world of theirs he can be this happy. Sometimes it all feels like a dream.
Then he glances down where Satoru is still sleeping, head resting on Suguru’s chest and breathing softly. Suguru looks at their linked hands, fingers entwined and wedding rings gently shining on their fingers as a few rays of sunlight begin to slip in through the windows.
He smiles and gently blows into Satoru’s hair, his own little dandelion.
He wishes to stay like this forever.