Chapter Text
Suguru and Satoru had officially been together for two years. Suguru and the twins had moved into Satoru’s large Tokyo penthouse, where he lived with the Fushiguro’s, a little over a year ago. There had been minor growing pains, as expected with a three-person home turning into a six person one, however, they had found their own way into becoming a family. They had dinner together most nights, took the kids to school and to their preferred afterschool sports and clubs, and spent weekends watching movies or going on day trips.
The next step was to ask Satoru to marry him. Suguru had known Satoru was it for him even before they started dating. It had never been a question of if but simply a question of when. And for Suguru, he wanted when to be as soon as possible.
Suguru wanted the blessings of and involvement of each of their four kids. Suguru had already spoke with Tsumiki and received her enthusiastic agreement. She had requested to help with the proposal setup. Nanako and Mimiko had gone with him when he picked out the ring, so their feelings on the matter were very clear.
He knew Megumi would be slightly tougher. For all that the little raven-haired boy protested Satoru’s affection, Suguru knew that he loved Satoru dearly. The boy was incredibly protective of Satoru, though Satoru never seemed to notice this, and Suguru assumed this was intentional on Megumi’s part. Megumi did not seem to want Satoru to know how much he cared, yet Megumi made it very clear whenever Satoru was not around. Suguru assumed that Megumi himself may not even fully realize it. He was still rather young.
It was not that Suguru and Megumi had a bad relationship. Suguru’s relationship with Megumi had come far since its start. Winning over Tsumiki had definitely helped make Megumi less weary of him. Over the last year in particular, Megumi had started to willingly spend time with Suguru, and he seemed to genuinely like Suguru. At this point, Megumi was more willing to accept affection from Suguru than he was Satoru, much to both Satoru’s displeasure and happiness. Satoru had worried about Megumi never accepting Suguru when they first got together.
Megumi had clearly never forgotten the year before Satoru and Suguru started dating. With Suguru’s strong homicidal rage and near defection from the Jujutsu world, he had decided to take a break from Jujutsu society to focus on the twins and his own mental health. Satoru had helped him get settled in an apartment and paid for their accommodations without hesitation. Suguru had told Satoru he needed space, including from Satoru, which had not stopped Satoru from his generosity, even if from afar. It had been both a hard year and a necessary one for Suguru to regain his sense of self and purpose.
During that time, Suguru knew Satoru had suffered quietly and alone. And Megumi knew it too. He may have been 6 at the time, but Megumi was perceptive. His first words to Suguru had been, “You make Satoru cry. I don’t like you,” much to Tsumiki’s dismay. Suguru remembered the girl apologizing profusely for her brother’s rudeness. Suguru had remained as calm as ever and told her it was okay and that Megumi was not wrong for feeling that way.
Which led him to where he was now.
Suguru sat across from Megumi at the kitchen table. Megumi was watching him closely, with slight suspicion in his eyes. He had purposely arranged it so that he and Megumi could talk one on one without interruption. Tsumiki was currently at dance practice. Satoru had left an hour ago to complete a mission and would be picking her up on his way back. The twins were with Shoko on an outing. Shoko had agreed to keep them distracted for an hour with the promise of two boxes of cigarettes and a bottle of sake from Suguru.
“Megumi, there’s something important I need to discuss with you,” Suguru said earnestly.
Megumi shifted in his chair, continuing to feign indifference, though it was clear he was interested. “Ok,” The boy nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“I want to ask Satoru to marry me,” Suguru figured it was better to be direct with Megumi. Megumi’s eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “But before I ask him, I want to ask you if you’re okay with me asking him.”
“If I say no does that mean you wouldn’t ask him?”
“If you say no, then I would not.”
“Why?”
“Well, you’re Satoru’s son. And your opinion matters to me. I care about you and your sister a lot. And if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, then I will respect it. If you’re not ready now, I hope one day you will be.”
Megumi was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “Tsumiki trusts you.”
“I’m glad she does. I trust her, too.”
“Did you ask her?”
“I did.”
“What did she say?”
“She said yes.”
“Why do you want to get married?”
“I love Satoru. And I love our life together with all four of you kids. I want us to be a family forever. I want to be with Satoru always.”
Megumi looked Suguru up and down. His navy eyes assessing, looking for any signs of deceit.
When he seemed satisfied with what he saw, he spoke again, “You can do it. But don’t mess up. He’s annoying, but he’s my dad,” Megumi said firmly.
The threat lingered in his monotone voice. His arms were crossed and he was giving Suguru his best death glare, which was actually pretty decent for an 8-year-old with hair shaped like a sea urchin and an 8:00 pm bedtime. Honestly, he looked adorable, though Suguru knew better than to voice this.
He knew Satoru would be cooing at Megumi, if he was here. He also knew Satoru would lose it at hearing Megumi call him dad. The boy never did call Satoru dad in front of him.
Suguru laughed at Megumi’s response, feeling pure joy, “I promise not to mess it up, Megumi. You have my word.”
“Good,” Megumi said petulantly, “because if you do mess up then you don’t deserve to marry my dad.”
“You and I agree on that, Megumi. I want to be a man worthy of him.”
“Then be one,” Megumi said petulantly.
Suguru laughed, “I will, Megumi. I will. And if I’m ever not you tell me, ok?”
“Ok,” Megumi said, nodding in agreement, taking the promise seriously. Megumi held out his pinky, “Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”