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A week had passed since Satoru confessed his feelings to Yuuji.
Suguru was surprised it even took that long as he apparently looks like a kicked puppy whenever his junior leaves for missions (he denies this vehemently and yet it never stops Suguru from bringing it up whenever possible). On the flip side, Shoko congratulates him with a snide smile on finally growing enough metaphorical balls to set aside his tsundere-ness to bag Mr Sunshine Incarnate (he hears the congratulations and tunes out the rest of whatever Shoko says, and no he is NOT is a ‘tsundere’)
Megumi and Nobara though, were a hurdle to get through. If the two were protective before, then they are most definitely overprotective now.
Before, they would just (gently) chastise Yuuji for always being so forgiving and nonchalant when faced with Satoru's rude (tsundere, Shoko would correct) remarks and for playing into childish whims. Now, they would threaten Satoru directly instead, making promises of turning him into a pelt if he ever makes Yuuji sad or uncomfortable. He in turn swore that if he ever made Yuuji feel that way he would jump into the nearest pit of water then beg for forgiveness until they deemed it was enough (Nobara huffs while Megumi nods, somewhat satisfied).
A week had passed since Satoru confessed his feelings to Yuuji and Satoru was overwhelmed.
He had never been an affectionate person. The stringent, cold, uptight attitudes of the Gojo Clan had grip onto and lingered in Satoru's shadow. He had never been shown much affection or tenderness, for the Gojo heir must never let his emotions get the better of him.
Being with Yuuji for just a week had showered him with enough love to make up for what he lost in his childhood and early adolescence. Yuuji is a bundle of warmth and he was more than willing to share it with Satoru.
It started out small, with their shoulders touching when they sat together on the couch and Yuuji absentmindedly playing with Satoru’s long fingers as they talked and bantered. Those then ease naturally into cuddling and hand-holding, as if they had done so for many years, and it makes Satoru's chest tight and his eyes sting. He likes Yuuji, he loves him. He wants to hold onto Yuuji and never let go. He fears that maybe this was just a blight dream and Yuuji would leave one day. Satoru always boasts of being the strongest, but with Yuuji he feels like a child again, greedy for attention and affection and maybe that ugly greed would be what drives Yuuji away.
And that fear gnawed at his gut like a beast.
(And maybe it did not go unnoticed by Yuuji).
It was like any unassuming day, except for the fact that Satoru was awake in the early hours of the morning when the sun had not even begun to peek out over the horizon. He had tucked himself into the side of the couch of the dorm's shared space, scrolling through his phone with nothing on his mind except for the bubbling anxiety that simmered as the events from earlier resurfaced.
Yuuji and Suguru had just returned from a paired mission in Sendai that lasted 3 days. It was the dead of night and Satoru would not have come across the scene if not for his bladder awakening and screaming at him for relief. He turns a corner and he spots the duo near the vending machines. Under any other normal circumstance, he would have jumped in with a pout and glomp his lover with his large frame, hugging him close and accusing Suguru for stealing his boyfriend. Instead, he stops and just stares at the blush and shy smile that spreads across Yuuji's face under the bright moonlight streaming in through the windows as Suguru ruffles his hair with a laugh.
…
He swallows, throat suddenly dry.
The rational part of him fusses that there is another reason behind what he saw and that the irrational side of him was wrong with its assumption. But there was no stopping the sinking feeling that settled heavily in his chest, feeding into the beast that hungers for any and every reason to make Satoru feel sick to his bones.
He turns and leaves to the sound of Yuuji’s and Suguru’s feet thumping against the floorboard before either could spot him.
Satoru groans.
“Fuck.”
He sets his phone aside, and shuts his eyes. He hates this, he hates feeling like this. Why couldn't his infinity block out these stupidly nauseating emotions too.
“Senpai?”
Satoru perks up almost automatically, thoughts temporarily forgotten as the sleep-laced saccharine voice of his lover draws him in.
“What are you doing up so early?” Yuuji murmurs, rubbing his eyes. His fluffy ears and tails were out from where they were usually hidden. Satoru muses that the younger was too tired to notice and those had popped out unintentionally. They tended to hide it most of the time with the help of cursed energy, seeing as they were (unfortunately) a liability most of the time when they were out in the field. Most Jujutsu Sorcerers kept up this habit outside of missions, while others chose not to.
“Just reading some mission reports.” He replies easily, and blanches right after, realising just how not him it sounded after he says it out loud.
But Yuuji only hums, shuffling over and settling himself in Satoru’s lap like he belongs there (he does and Satoru would always welcome him with open arms).
“I miss this.” Yuuji sighs, content with a dopey grin on his face. “I miss you.” He whispers, looking up at Satoru with his bright amber eyes filled with so much adoration that Satoru’s heart squeezes and his brain turns to mush. With just a few words, Yuuji had managed to brighten up the dark cloud hanging over his head and god, he is so in love with his precious ball of sunshine.
He hugs the smaller male closer, prompting a sweet giggle from the other. “I miss you too.” He barely manages to keep down the tremble in his voice. To hell with ‘keeping up his image’, he needs this, he wants to say this. “Miss you a lot.”
Yuuji snuggles impossibly closer, nuzzling into the crook of Satoru's neck. His soft striped ears twitched against Satoru's cheek, and Satoru was brought to near tears when Yuuji's tail wrapped itself around one of his arms in a gentle yet reassuring hold.
It's so intimate, so new, that it unintentionally wrangles out a barely audible yet reverent “I love you” from Satoru.
And he flinches as if burnt once he realises what he had said.
“Wait sorry, I-”
He was going to scare Yuuji away like this. He was burdening him with feelings much too strong and much too soon into their relationship. He was going to ruin things before it could flourish further.
Then he hears it.
A faint rumbling sound.
He sucks in a terse breath.
Is he-
It increases in volume, a comforting reverberation just loud enough for Satoru to hear.
He is.
Yuuji's purring.
He stares down at his lover in awe and wonder and those twinkling brown orbs look back right up at him.
“Mm, love you too Satoru-senpai.”
He breaks.
His own bushy tail reveals itself from beneath him, and Yuuji's purrs double in volume as it circles unashamedly around his waist and eases through a small gap to flop on his chest.
“Uwah…so soft,” Yuuji's words are muffled against fur as he buries his face in the white coat. “I think I'm in heaven.”
Satoru hums, trying his best to seem calm and composed with his face completely flushed. He hides his burning cheeks in Yuuji's pink locks, his own throat rumbling a soft responding purr to Yuuji's own.
Suguru was the one to stumble upon the pair in the morning.
It was a sight to see. One of the strongest sorcerers of modern times, stubborn to a fault and annoyingly (yet rightfully) arrogant, tangled on the couch with the curled up figure of the vessel of the King of Curses, kind to a fault and having unfortunate enough luck to be dragged into the unforgiving world of Jujutsu.
He sets his coffee cup down and whips out his phone to take a picture, or ten (maybe twenty). Satoru was going to owe him a couple of favours for taking such good shots for him.
He huffs, remembering the conversation he had with Yuuji earlier tonight.
His kouhai really had absolutely nothing to worry about.
Satoru was whipped right from the very start.