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Gojo was at most 18 when we first met, i was a very young child who had only his sister and father. Then, Gojo had told me that my father had left me and sold me off to the Zenin clan. This didn’t bother me when I was a child, I knew he would eventually leave me and my sister alone. But this guy seemed.. so weird. Why was he the one delivering the news? I had never seen him, he was weird.
He always kept me under his wing, though i didn’t need him. neither my sister nor i needed a teenager to act like our father. Oh well, guess it’s too late to complain about that.
Sometimes he would stay over in our house and when he did, i would hear him cry.
Only once did I have the courage to check up on him.
“Gojo-San?” I had asked and i saw him sitting by the bed where he was going to be sleeping in. he turned towards the door, tears were dripping down his cheeks and his hands were clutching a picture. I think it was with the guy he always talked about, Geto was his name.
“Hm? Oh! Megumi, what are you doing up so late?” he had his glasses off and he tried to wipe off the tears off his face. When I was a child, it was hard for me to get close to others, but for this guy who brought us food daily and would help me learn how to make my shikigamis appear. I felt a responsibility to go to him.
“H-hm oh, megumi. you don’t have to!” Gojo said in a bit of a laugh, guess he thought it was “ adorable “ that i was hugging him. I just rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. I just felt like he needed a hug, he wasn’t one to cry in front of me or my sister.
My hold around him was pretty close, he could tell i wasn’t letting go any time soon.
He let out a sigh and wrapped his arm around me. “Megumi-Chan.” His voice wasn’t as upbeat as always, it was odd to say the least. “Have i told you about him?” He pointed at the picture, it was him, a girl with a cigarette and his ex boyfriend.
“No.” i shook my head, we both knew it was a lie, he had told me the story countless times but all of them were with a more comedic tone.
Gojo most likely knew i just wanted to help, and I knew Gojo needed to talk about Geto.
“Haha.. this is Ieiri Shoko, she was part of my first year class. She used to smoke whenever she had the chance.” he said in a chuckle, his usual tone was coming back for a second until he pointed at the other boy in the picture. “He is Geto Suguru, he is.. he was my… my best friend.” The words were caught in his throat. We both knew Geto was more than just that.
I had sat down by his side and leaned against him as he had told me about him and Geto’s adventures, He seemed happy remembering such, so why was he crying?
“Gojo-San. What happened to Geto?” My childlike wonder had come out, He always had a different story. One was that he died in a mission before he found us, another one was that Geto had left the school of sorcerers and went to live by the beach. They were all fake.
“He… He left me.” That was true, but why? and where was he now?
“Oh…” That was the only thing i could say. I wanted to ask where he was but by then, Gojo had checked the time.
“Geez, if you just wanted to stay up past your bedtime, you could have said so.” He said as he stood up, he picked me up from the floor and carried me to my room.
“Im not tired.” I said but my body betrayed me, making me let out a big yawn. Gojo wasn’t sad by that point, i could hear him chuckling as he laid me down in my bed.
“Yeah, and im not the strongest.” His smile was the last thing i saw before he tucked me into bed, my eyes closed as i could hear a song “Goodnight, Mugumi-Chan.”
“Night, Dad.” I said half asleep. that had been the first time i had called him such, i can only think i said so as the morning after Gojo had the biggest smile in his face and had gone to wake me up from bed.
“Morning son!” He said, I was confused as he had never ever in my life called me such. Guess he could see the confusion in my face, he said i must not remember what i had called him the night before as i was falling asleep.
“You don’t remember? You called me dad!”
“no i didn’t.”
“Oh, come on son.”
“Stop calling me that.”
Satoru May be quite dumb and quite childish, but he always took the most amount of care for me and my sister, he was not my actual dad, he was just a caretaker for a kid who’s dad had left the picture for no known reason. But he did more than anyone has ever done for me.
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“Megumi-Chan, what are you doing?” Satoru said as megumi was still inside the car, trapped in his own thoughts.
“Hm? oh, nothing.” Megumi said as he quickly got out the car, Yuji, Kugisaki and Satoru were waiting for him to get out.
“Megumi, you can’t stay in your own thoughts for so long.” Gojo said patting him on the back. Yuji and Megumi had hurried over to where the curse they were going to exorcise was.
“Yeah, i know, sorry.” Megumi said as he took a step forward. Satoru pat him on the back.
“Give ‘em hell, kid.” Gojo said with a smile. Their bond was unbreakable, Gojo still saw Megumi as that 7 year old who had no idea where his father was, and Megumi still saw that 18 year old who gave him everything to be the best.
“Will do, sensei.” Megumi whispered to himself.
They may not be blood related, but when they needed each other, it was almost like they were.