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"Love can really change someone, huh..."
"What do you mean?"
Suguru gestured towards Satoru with a slight tilt of his head. Shouko's gaze followed him.
On the other side of the class, Satoru had his legs rod-straight over the desk, ill-mannered as always, and a huge grin on his face that might as well border on maniac. His black shades were pushed up to his pretty head as he typed with insane vigour on his phone, as if he wanted to commit every single millisecond of the conversation he was currently having into memory. When Satoru laughed, his eyes shone an impossible blue—blue of sincerity, blue of joy—and there was a brush of sweet pink across his cheeks. He cooed and snickered as he resumed typing, his face softened by affection that practically poured out of him in waves.
Unconsciously, Shouko smiled.
Like this, he didn't look like he was Gojou Satoru, the undisputable bearer of Six Eyes and Limitless, the so-called Strongest Sorcerer of modern era, the venerable scion of Gojou Clan.
He just looked like a schoolboy falling in love, and by God, he was falling very, very hard.
"Oh, he's on it again," Shouko noted, equal amused and equal exasperated. Her smile, though, remained humoured no matter how unbelievable the sight was to others. "Makes me wonder what are they talking about."
"Well..." Suguru hooked a finger around his chin, making a long, pondering hum in the back of his throat. "We know Yuuji-san loves movies, and I remember there's this new action movie coming out last week. Perhaps he's telling Satoru about it?"
As if on cue, Satoru abruptly rose to his feet, tackling his chair to the floor in process. None of the three moved to straighten the chair back into a stand.
(Please press F for the chair, everyone)
"Suguru! Shouko! If Yaga-sensei's looking for me, tell him I'm going on a movie date! Bye!"
And with a clap of hands, Satoru was gone.
Beside her, Suguru was struggling to hold back his laughter as Yaga-sensei came barrelling in into the class not even five seconds later, looking like he just got twenty years scraped off his lifespan when he realized there were only two students here instead of three. Yaga-sensei must've felt Satoru's Cursed Energy diminishing from the school grounds and was hoping to catch the white-haired before he could vanish.
Poor sensei.
Shouko snorted as she further chewed on the unlit cigarette between her teeth. She wanted to feel bad for her teacher, she really did, but having Gojou Satoru as a constant in one's life entailed a prolonged suffering.
Being his best friends, Shouko and Suguru had developed a particularly thick mental shield to deal with Satoru's antics.
Yaga-sensei? He hadn't known true suffering.
"Where's Satoru?" Yaga-sensei grimly asked despite fully knowing it was a fruitless effort when it came to finding the said student.
"On a date," Suguru answered with his trademark amicable smile; Shouko could almost see the flowers blooming around him. If she didn't know better, she'd believe that Suguru was just being nice.
He wasn't though. His overly cheerful voice spoke all. Not even Suguru could escape the potent virus that was Satoru's bad manners.
A vein popped somewhere on Yaga-sensei's temple. "That's the fifth time he uses that excuse, and it's Tuesday."
"Young love, sensei." Shouko made a love shape with her hands in front of her chest, flattening the tone of her voice to amplify to comedy effect as per Satoru's teachings. Suguru bottled his laughter again with a cough this time. "It's the curse of young love."
Yaga-sensei groaned out loud. "God damn!"
Suguru finally lost it with his laughter.
At first, Suguru thought Satoru was spouting bullshit—he wouldn't put it past Satoru to pull off stunts like this to escape studying.
Because, of course, Gojou Satoru, the prideful, dangerous, and nonchalant Gojou Satoru, managed to bag himself a boyfriend? Suguru didn't trouble himself over the whole "boyfriend" thing, but he was more concerned that someone got Satoru's interest piqued and he'd be none the wiser to the world Satoru lived in.
Worse, he'd be none the wiser to the blazing trashcan of a personality Satoru had, and he would've have to nurse an awful, terrible heartbreak if something went downhill, either from his side or Satoru's.
Back then, Suguru thought nothing about it when Satoru came back after a solo mission in Sendai, looking like he got the summer fever plastered on his face. He did note that Satoru didn't return bearing sweets, though, but when Suguru asked about it, Satoru just answered along the words of, "already had too much of it today. Can't eat more.", which should be the first indicator that something was wrong, to be honest, because—
Satoru? Ate too much sweets? Satoru, who once ate three packages of mochi, five cones of triple scoop ice cream, and a whole black forest cake in a span of three hours? And still have the stomach for a bowl of a very sweet apple curry afterwards?
Unbelievable. Suguru wondered how could he possibly miss the glaring signs.
And then, the excuses began to come.
"Hey! Wait, guys, I haven't finished chatting with Yuuji!"
"Huh? Why am I grinning so wide? When Yuuji is being so cute, how can I not?"
"Hold up, Suguru, Yuuji is still texting me."
"Ah! Heal this scar too, Shouko! I don't want Yuuji to be worried about me!"
"Sensei, can't this mission be postponed? I literally have a date to attend in one hour and sensei is giving me this? How dare!"
"Taking the train everyday is sure costly, but it's not like I can teleport myself there every time, ugh... But it's for Yuuji's sake! Come on, me, get ahold of yourself!"
After a week, Suguru (and frankly, Shouko too) had had enough with Satoru's excuses.
They cornered Satoru in class on one afternoon, the white-haired looking like deer caught in headlights for the first time ever. With a building ire, Suguru pointed to the phone flipped open on Satoru's palm as if he had personal vengeance towards it.
"Satoru, if all this time you're telling bullshits about this "Yuuji" just so you can slack off, I'm kicking your ass across town."
"Or," Shouko added slowly beside him, lips twisted in distaste, "if by any weird twist of the fate that you do have a boyfriend, don't use him like he's your getaway ticket from your own responsibilities."
"Ha?! You think I'm lying?! About Yuuji?!" Baring his teeth like some kind of a wounded beast, Satoru shoved his phone to both of their faces, almost colliding the screen straight to Suguru's face. "See for yourself! Yuuji is very much real! I'm giving you one minute to read our chat, and that's all! He's waiting for my response!"
So, with a greater concentration than he ever mustered during missions, Suguru read the chatroom of Satoru and this "Yuuji", as displayed on the contact name.
Yuuji
Next time let's play in the arcade again, Satoru-san! I'll show you my true strength!
Aww, preparing yourself to get beaten? So easy to forget our last time, Yuuji!
Yuuji
We literally played after school hours??? Of course I was tired! And you cheated, Satoru-san! Don't you think I didn't see!
Sore loserrr :p
Yuuji
Cheater!!! >:(((
If I win tomorrow, Satoru-san must take me to the amusement park next town! I want to have fun before my finals!!!
Why amusement park tho, isn't it so crowded??? What if you get lost? With your height, it's not impossible
Yuuji
You're the one with the impossible height!!
You're just small
Yuuji
YOUR SMALL IS DIFFERENT FROM MY SMALL, SATORU-SAN IS LITERALLY THE FUJI-SAN HOW ARE YOU EVEN POSSIBLE
"Are you done?" Satoru asked indignantly, taking Suguru's mind away from the trance that apparently, Satoru did have a boyfriend. And with an energy to match Satoru's overbearing persona, too. From their chat, Suguru could understand that "Yuuji" wasn't afraid to snap back at Satoru while other people would usually think twice because they still wanted to keep their neck.
Therefore, there could only be one conclusion for it.
Yuuji-san isn't a sorcerer.
"Oh wow," Shouko mumbled, still staring at the phone. She was just as in disbelief as Suguru. "You really have a boyfriend, Satoru. Where did you even find him?"
"Sendai," Satoru said as he fiddled back with his phone. The speed his fingers typed with was bound to make anyone question their sight—did he specifically use Limitless' control over space to text his boyfriend?
Though, something clicked in Suguru's mind at Satoru's answer. "Wait, Sendai? You mean where you were sent to last time?"
"Yeah."
"And somehow you got yourself a boyfriend while you were on it?"
"I'm irresistible, Yuuji said so himself!"
Satoru's cackles resembled a hyena's as he ran circling the class to avoid Suguru's irked punches and curses.
Satoru
Hey @Suguru what's in the fridge tonight
Suguru
Oh you know, just the normal things normal people have in their fridge, minus the chaotic pile of your sweets
Why you ask?
Satoru
Is there something salty there? I'm hungry
Suguru
WHAT
SAY THAT AGAIN
Satoru
WE'RE TEXTING???
Suguru
DON'T CHANGE THE TOPIC
You??? Want something salty???
Satoru
Suguru can read!! What a surprise
Suguru
HUSH YOU
@Shouko WAKE UP
@Shouko
@Shouko
@Shouko
@Shouko
What
OH MY GOD SATORU
Satoru
Is me wanting something salty the end of the world??? You guys are overreacting
Satoru sweetie, do you want me to visit your dorm and check on you? You might need it
Satoru
WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE THE NANNY I USED TO HAVE WHEN I WAS FIVE
Suguru
Tch rich people
Satoru why in the world you suddenly want
something salty to eat? Is this the pregnancy cravings speaking?
Suguru
Ahhh now it makes sense
Satoru
WHAT THE FUCK I'M NOT PREGNANT
WE ONLY HAVE DICKS DOWN THERE
Ahem
Satoru
I MEAN BETWEEN ME AND YUUJI
Suguru
Then what happened???
Satoru
Uh
Yuuji kissed me
Suguru
...
...
Satoru
Yuuji was just so sweet that he
immediately got flustered even though he
was the one who kissed me
And then I pulled him back so I could kiss him again and he became so red it's should be illegal to be that cute!! Makes me want to eat him up but then his grandpa would kick my ass all the way back to Tokyo so unfortunately we had to part after that but Yuuji was so, so sweet for kissing me first??? He's usually shy with affections but then he straight up kissed me like that??? Like oh my gooooodddd he's too cute
I think I'm going to have diabetes
Suguru
Fucking finally
Fucking finally (2)
Satoru
FUCK YOU MEAN FINALLY, I'M LITERALLY HAVING MY MIDLIFE CRISIS HERE???
SHOUKO PLEASE YOU'RE THE DOCTOR HERE, WHAT'S YOUR HYPOTHESIS
There's no cure for stupidity Satoru, that's wholly on you
And don't talk about eating someone ever again, Yuuji-san is not a food
Satoru
I meannn
He could be, with his pink hair and all
He looks like a sakuramochi
Maybe he'll taste like one too
Do you think he'll taste like sakuramochi? I think he'll be sweeter than any mochi I've ever tasted in my life tho
Suguru what do you think?
Suguru
Satoru no
Satoru
Satoru yes
Suguru
@Shouko don't leave me alone with this idiot
He's my best friend in the mornings and afternoons, afterwards he's all yours
Suguru
Oh fuck you
You wish
Satoru
Guys??? How about my midlife crisis???
Okay Satoru, I might know a way
Satoru
THANK GOD
At least Shouko's being helpful UNLIKE someone else
Suguru
Hhhhhhhhhh
Satoru
So what's the cure Shouko?
Go the fuck to sleep, it's fucking one in the fucking morning
Suguru
We're so sorry ma'am
Satoru
I'm sorry ma'am
In hindsight, Suguru knew almost nothing about Yuuji.
From Satoru's previous tangents, all he gathered was that Yuuji indeed lived in Sendai with his grandpa, had a unique shade of hair that neared on pink, was a non-sorcerer, had a heart of gold, and apparently had a jaw-dropping, unadulterated strength that managed to knock Satoru to the ground once when Yuuji was rushing to hug the latter in the station.
Again, it was quoted from Satoru's own words. Though, someone might argue that if a Grade I sorcerer couldn't get Gojou Satoru to falter from his standing, then why a normal boy who was a non-sorcerer could? Suguru had his doubt stemmed from the exact same thought too, but he was quick to dismiss it in the next second.
Because he knew Gojou Satoru, and Gojou Satoru was someone whose ego was bigger than life itself. On the jujutsu society, Satoru stood at the furthermost top, unrivaled in prowess and untouchable in so many ways. Satoru divided the modern jujutsu society into "before him" and "after him", for if there was something the world tilted its axis for, it was Satoru's existence.
Thus if the same Gojou Satoru openly admitted that Yuuji managed to bring him down, then Yuuji did bring him down.
So if Suguru referenced a similar principle, what would the force of Yuuji do to him?
Suguru thought he'd be blasted miles away.
He was stunned on both feet instead.
Next to him, crouching on the still intact part of the demolished school rooftop, was Fushiguro. The first-year had blood coating his temple and glueing to his wild mess of hair, tainting black with pungent red. Both of his arms were stretched before him, clenched fists trembling with anticipation, as shadows pooled and sloshed beneath him. If Suguru listened close enough, he might hear telltales of Fushiguro's Divine Dogs growling from within the viscous darkness.
It wasn't a growl of offense, and rather of defense. They knew they wouldn't stand a change against that.
The air tonight tasted of burnt flesh, just a level below Suguru's daily intake of curses. But as he licked his dry lips, fouled by dusts and Cursed Energy and uneasiness, he tasted ash instead.
The source stood not even ten meters far.
Draped by moonlight and destruction around him, he was akin to a dandelion blossoming forth from the corpses. The muscles on his abdomen rippled as he groused aloud and knocked his head multiple times with his knuckles in annoyance, telling the reincarnated curse inside him to be quiet. There wasn't a single drop of blood spotted on him despite emerging from the same incident as Fushiguro—his body, his arms, his soft, delicate face, his spiky tuffs of pink hair, all untainted by red.
Suguru's own stomach churned, because the boy's overall image didn't match the sickening aura of Cursed Energy emitting from his very skin. It was an aura of malice, of ire and hatred, of an ancient nightmare.
Because according to Fushiguro, this boy had swallowed a Special Grade Cursed Object, Ryoumen Sukuna's finger, to save him, and by some unknown means, he could control the King of Curses just fine. The boy didn't lash out and kill the two sorcerers in front of him. He didn't begin feasting on human's blood and flesh. He didn't grow four arms and two faces like those depictions of Sukuna said.
He was just... there, yelling at Sukuna to be quiet. Suguru felt he could vomit, after a long time since subjecting himself to drinking bile.
That wasn't the worst part, oh no.
The worst part was that Fushiguro had told him what the boy's name was, and Suguru believed his heart had skipped a beat inside his ribcages—a hitch in the system, before it forced itself to pump the blood back to his muscles so he could grit his teeth together.
Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro had said, and Suguru was reminded of the countless hours of his best friend chatting with the boy from Sendai, the boy with pink hair and a downright crazy strength, the boy with a heart for people's happiness, the boy who reduced Gojou Satoru into a laughable amalgamation of love and euphoria.
Suguru wanted to deny it—by God, he'd ransack every household in Sendai tonight just so this Itadori Yuuji wouldn't be Satoru's Yuuji, but Suguru wasn't the one for baseless denials. He had seen Yuuji's pink hair before anything else, had felt Sukuna's energy flaring before thinning like a candle being put off, and had heard Yuuji gasping, "that uniform!" when he came to Fushiguro's aid. There was no mistake.
Itadori Yuuji—Gojou Satoru's Itadori Yuuji—was the new body of Ryoumen Sukuna.
No, not a new body. Sukuna hadn't been in control since the beginning, and Yuuji was now hissing at the curse to keep it down like a mother berating her child.
A vessel, then.
A non-sorcerer vessel to house the former strongest sorcerer of jujutsu history.
What kind of twisted joke was this?
"Senpai, what should we do?" Fushiguro spoke up, his voice shaky from pain. He must've known that if they were to fight Sukuna right here, right now, the damage would be incomprehensible. Forget about their own lives, Suguru was convinced no one in the area would be spared as well.
But the one in front of them wasn't Sukuna.
It was Yuuji. Just Itadori Yuuji.
"Stay still." Suguru's tone was final in contrast to the gentle pat he gave to Fushiguro's shoulder. When he took a careful step forward, Yuuji's eyes snapped up to meet Suguru's, and—holy shit, there were four of them, the upper pair a bright orange and the lower pair a bloodied carnage.
The lower pair fluttered close into slits under Yuuji's eyes when Suguru said, "Itadori Yuuji, right? Can I... ask you something?"
"Huh? Yeah– I mean, sure..." Suguru watched as Yuuji slightly tilted his head to see Fushiguro over his shoulders, and his face contorted into one of regret. "But shouldn't we take Fushiguro to the hospital first? He's pretty battered up..."
"I know someone who can patch him up real quick. He'll be alright." The same couldn't be said for Suguru's ass, however, that was guaranteed a fierce kick from Shouko for waking her up in the middle of the night like this. "But I need you to answer my question, okay? Do you know Gojou Satoru?"
"Oh! Satoru-san?" And Suguru swore to God it was currently ten in the evening, but the way Yuuji beamed at the mention of his boyfriend—oh fuck, how to tell Satoru about this—made Suguru wonder if the sun had risen several hours earlier. "Yeah, I know him! And, uhm, you guys know him too, right? You have the same buttons on your uniform!"
"Senpai," Fushiguro whispered with a sense of urgency. Ah, poor guy, to be entangled in fate's questionable sense of humour. Suguru felt really, really bad. "How do you know that Itadori knows Gojou-senpai?"
Suguru winced as he glanced at his junior.
"Ever heard of Satoru's beloved boyfriend that he talks about almost 24/7?"
Somehow, the horror that dawned on Fushiguro's face rivalled the one he had when he saw Sukuna reincarnating in Yuuji's body. "Don't tell me—"
"Yeah."
"But Itadori is now—"
"Yep."
"So Gojou-senpai's boyfriend is Sukuna's—"
"Exactly, for reasons I have yet to know."
"Fuck," Fushiguro spat with feeling. Suguru would've seconded that, and he would've said so himself if he didn't have several problems to address to first.
Like keeping Itadori Yuuji alive, for example.
(If the world forcefully shifted its balance to adjust to Satoru's existence, what would it do next to handle Satoru's wrath?)
"Itadori-kun." Suguru turned again to Yuuji who perked up at the mention of his name, and Suguru understood at once why did Satoru fall for this boy—his eyes were so, so honest. "I'm going to bring you back to Tokyo, to our and Satoru's school, and we need to be extremely subtle about it."
They're not being subtle at all.
If this were any different situation, Satoru would've laughed aloud, but tonight's air tasted too stale to even breathe out his laughter to. Every single gas particle in the school grounds reeked of malignant Cursed Energy, and it was no regular Cursed Energy—it was one of the most strongest and most revolting, Ryoumen Sukuna's.
His Six Eyes told him the source came from the morgue, much to Satoru's own surprise.
He didn't know what the fuck was happening, but if Sukuna's finger gained itself a body to feast on flesh, at least feast on other people but dead sorcerers! The sheer audacity?! The utter disrespect?! How did the finger and the body get past Tengen's barrier? Was Tengen weakened? Six Eyes had confirmed that Tengen shouldn't be needing a new Star Plasma Vessel until the next five hundred and thirty seven years, so his questions remained a blaring alarm in his head.
Again, to Satoru's surprise, no one stood guard in front of the morgue. He had expected a whole arsenal of Grade I and Semi-Grade I sorcerers lining up before the entrance, but the very area Satoru teleported to was devoid of people. How ridiculous! Did no one realize the oppressive aura of Sukuna's finger right under their noses? Or did Sukuna mask it really well, but not well enough to hide it from Six Eyes?
Hmph, of course nothing could get pass Six Eyes and him. Still, Satoru found it worrying that Sukuna and whatever curse he chose as his host had a smooth time sneaking inside school. Perhaps he should have a talk with Tengen about the whole barrier thing.
After he exorcised the hell out of this pathetic excuse of a fallen king, anyway.
Raising his hand into a finger gun gesture, Limitless gathered on his fingertips to inverse the effects of Cursed Energy Amplification. There was a constant buzz behind his flesh eyeballs, Six Eyes diligently reducing his energy consumption as Satoru doubled his negative energy until the last, most miniscule wave. Blue sparked on his fingers for a split second before it bleed a blazing red, a destructive red.
Cursed Technique Reversal: Aka.
Summoning Aka in the ungodly hours of the night where Satoru barely had sleep because Yuuji wasn't answering his messages was a risky move on his side, but since he were to face the King of Curses himself, or some part of him, Satoru might as well go all out, right? If he must to, he'd be more than happy to take the school down with them.
And yet, as Satoru barged in into the morgue, Aka faded away from existence. His Six Eyes screamed and clawed at his senses, running its talons through his vision as if it could peel off this embroidered nightmare.
Yuuji, it supplied, fearful for Satoru's life—or was it his heartbeat that worried over him? Satoru wasn't sure, because Yuuji is here, and he's bearing Sukuna's energy. He's bearing Sukuna's energy that he manages to suppress almost completely.
"Satoru!" Satoru jumped as someone gripped his wrist—Suguru, Six Eyes whispered, still shaken within its confines. Satoru didn't even realize his best friend was here. Satoru had to physically tore his gaze away from Yuuji in favour to look at Suguru on his side. "Satoru, relax. Everything's okay. Please don't blow us up with Aka, I'm too sleepy for it."
"Us...?"
"Me, Shouko, Fushiguro-kun, and Itadori-kun. We're signing out death sentence at this point by bringing Itadori-kun here, but I don't I really care at this point."
"Suguru's death sentence is from me, by the way," Shouko chirped from the other side of the morgue. She had Satoru's spare shades atop of her head, the black lenses matching the bags under her eyes, "since he dragged me from my peaceful sleep just for this."
Yuuji flinched, his shoulders drawing together in shame as his gaze flew to his feet. As if sensing his guilt, the bandage-wrapped Fushiguro bumped his shoulder to Yuuji's and shook his head. "Don't take Ieiri-senpai's words to heart, Itadori. I know for a fact that she doesn't blame you."
"But still, I..." Yuuji couldn't bring himself to continue further, his words trailing off. His eyes searched for Satoru's when he finally dared to lift his gaze again. At once, Satoru understood the unspoken plea beneath those tearful glimmers of sunset.
"Can you leave us for a moment? Please?"
It was the please that beckoned them to move, Satoru concluded, for none of his friends said nothing as they complied to his request and left the morgue. Suguru gave him one last meaningful look before the doors shut close with a faint click.
Thus, only Satoru and Yuuji remained.
"Satoru-san, I—"
"Come here, you stupid cotton candy."
The affectionately said nickname drew a wet chuckle from Yuuji, and the younger didn't waste any time to jump into Satoru's embrace as soon as those arms invited him in. Satoru sighed aloud to Yuuji's head, loosening his muscles as he allowed himself to melt into his boyfriend's warmth. Yuuji had always been warm, both in temperature and demeanor, and Satoru thought perhaps this was the smallest mercies granted to Icarus just before he fell—a sun's loving hug.
Yuuji planted his face to the slope of Satoru's neck and exhaled a long breath, shivers running down his body from hair to toes. He had both arms around Satoru's back, fists gripping his blue and white polkadot pyjamas. Even when his shoulders shook, Yuuji didn't shed any tear—he probably had exhausted his tear glands for a year when he called Satoru hours ago, telling him the news of his passing grandpa. To think that Yuuji's heart was still freshly scarred from loss and now he had to bear a pandemonium equivalent, Satoru's chest panged with grief.
"Why did you eat Sukuna's finger, Yuuji?" Satoru asked, when his tongue was nothing but itching to say why did you have to enter this shitty world too?
"Fushiguro was in danger. I couldn't leave him like that," Yuuji said, his voice coming out muffled over Satoru's clothes. "I could only think about jii-chan's words that time, that I must help people, even if it's only one person. It might as well be his last will to me..."
"It's still a stupid thing to do."
"But Fushiguro could die if I didn't help him, Satoru-san!"
"You could die too, Yuuji!"
Yuuji's breath hitched as he was forcefully pushed back from Satoru's embrace, the latter's fingers digging into his arms from desperation. There was a blur in Satoru's sight, diluting Yuuji's concerned face into an ugly smear of tanned brown and pink. His Six Eyes, on the other hand, still worked immaculately well, and it read Yuuji's expression like an open book—every change of pupils, every flare of nostrils, every fan of eyelashes, every shake of lips, every freckles and pores and cells that made up the soft, delicate and strong face of Itadori Yuuji.
If Satoru were to lose this face, he'd tear his own too.
"The chances of Sukuna reincarnating in a curse's body, let alone a human's, is less than one percent! What if you died too back then because you couldn't bear his powers?! What if he killed you, Yuuji?!"
For the sake of his sanity, Satoru tried his damnedest to ignore the twin cuts under Yuuji's eyes where he remembered nothing occupied it before. It felt like someone had plunged a knife into Yuuji's cheekbones and pulled it so vertically straight to make the perfect slots for eyeballs to roll into. Eyeballs that belonged never to Yuuji.
They'd never become Yuuji.
Satoru's eyes widened.
Sukuna, too, would never become Yuuji if he could do something about it.
"I'm sorry, Satoru-san... I didn't know things would turn out this way." Yuuji gulped audibly, and took Satoru's hands in his to entwine their fingers together. Satoru squeezed back as an anchor for both himself and Yuuji.
"Satoru-san, I– I heard from Fushiguro that according to the school regulations, I must be executed for having Sukuna in me, so—"
"Oh hell no!" Satoru snapped, and Yuuji gaped wordlessly from the shock alone. "If you think I'm going to let those old geezers cut your neck off your head, then I'm not your boyfriend and you're not mine!!"
Spluttering, Yuuji finally found his voice to yell back at him. "Huh?! Satoru-san, what are you even saying?!"
"I'm saying that I'm not going to let you die, Yuuji! Don't act like you don't know me! I'll gladly go to hell and back to prevent you from dying under their orders! I'll find myself some demonic shits in there too to shove their ass with so they won't even dare to think about laying their hands on you!"
"Satoru-san, you're thinking way too far!!"
"I don't care how far I'm willing to go, as long as I got to keep you, Yuuji." Satoru engulfed both of Yuuji's hands in his, relishing in the scatter of pink darting across the younger's cheeks. Without his shades in place, Satoru's eyes were bared for his whole world to see, and they looked so mesmerizing ensnared within Yuuji's own eyes of the setting sun.
"This will be us against the world. How's that sound for you?" Satoru laughed, all contagious glee and unrestrained smirk.
"A bit too extreme for my tastes." Yuuji managed a sheepish grin, still blushing furiously. The unshed tears in his eyes bore brighter stars than the ones above. "But Satoru-san won't be Satoru-san without some loose screws in his head."
"Now that sounds more like my boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend is still very much confused about this whole thing, though..."
"Don't worry, sweetheart." Satoru landed a noisy kiss on Yuuji's nose, and his sweet boyfriend jumped, cheeks further drowning in delicious red. "We have the whole night to explain everything to you."
"Actually we don't! The first homeroom begins in three hours, by the way!"
Satoru heard a thread snapping somewhere.
"Isn't that Getou-san's voice...?" Yuuji murmured, unsure, then he paled as colours were drained from his face. "Oh God, don't tell me he's been eavesdropping us?!"
"... Yuuji."
"Yes, Satoru-san?"
"Stay here for a moment, okay?"
"... Satoru-san, why are you smiling like that. Stop it. You look like you're planning to kick Getou-san's ass all the way to the moon."
"Aww, Yuuji can read minds now? So cool!"
"It's not mind reading, Satoru-san" and now, Yuuji's grin was dazzlingly brilliant as he winked cheekily at Satoru. "I just know my boyfriend well, that's all."
Satoru swooned, faking being shot on the heart and staggering on his legs. When he released his knees, Yuuji swiftly caught him into his arms while bursting into laughter, and Satoru followed.
As expected, Yuuji was so, so warm.
And Satoru couldn't help but melt.