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He’d felt off that morning.
Gojo squinted slightly through his glasses, blue eyes scanning the road in front of him. He’d taken off his blindfold today and swapped them for the shades, at Shoko’s request. Something about ‘his greasy forehead and sweat’ made the cloth apparently ‘vile’ and ‘stinky’. He’s Gojo, he’s not stinky. Doctor’s orders though. He isn’t gonna complain.
“Gojo-sensei? Are we almost there?” Itadori chirped from the backseat, leaning forward to rest his hand on the car’s console, to Fushiguro’s dismay. His nose wrinkled in slight irritation as his knees were pushed together by his friend’s movements.
“Yeah, we’ve been here a while.” Kugisaki added with a frown, furrowing her brows.
Gojo blinked a couple times as he continued driving down the road, finding his vision to be off slightly. Was it in his head? Probably.
“Hmmmm…” He hummed. “Give it twenty minutes, alright? We’re almost there, dearest students.” Snickering, he turned back to the road.
“Can you two give me space?” Megumi muttered somewhere behind him, only for Yuji to mutter a quick apology, followed by some shuffling.
Gojo stared at the road yet again, focusing on the dotted line ahead of him. There was a gap in his vision, a part of the yellow line he couldn’t quite see. Satoru set his jaw, half in irritation. He really didn’t have time for a migraine right now, especially with the first-years in the back. He was currently driving them out in the countryside with plans of pitting them against each other in a sparring session. Gripping the wheel a bit tighter, he gently sped up the car, watching to hurry up and get out of the car. Rainbow zigzags plagued his vision, taunting him of the pain to come soon. He longed to shut his eyes, to not have to look at them, but he was driving.
Somewhere behind him, Yuji squeaked something about Nobara’s head shape, only for her to lean over poor Megumi in the center and whack him in the temple, leaving the pink-haired boy yelping. Megumi let out an annoyed squawk, shoving her off him only for her to screech at him.
Don’t get him wrong, he was fine with them all playing around normally, but he felt overstimulation nibbling at his brain, leaving him to grip the wheel a bit tighter. The smug aura in his vision had grown, shaping itself into a crescent.
“Now now, save it for training-” Satoru gently scolded, wincing slightly at the faint throb behind his eyes. It hadn’t even been a few minutes and pressure was already building in his skull.
Wow, lucky him.
“Sorry Sensei-! It’s just that she-” Yuji reported before being cut off by a foot jabbing into his knee. Was it his knee? He wasn’t really focusing on his Six Eyes. He just assumed by the way Yuji winced and drew himself back towards the door of the car.
Gojo didn’t bother scolding her as he normally would’ve, focusing on the road ahead. They were almost there, he could see the field he’d wanted to bring them to in the distance, only about a minute or two. The Honored One blinked, struggling to see with all the rainbow colored gaps in his vision. He wasn’t really even sure if he were on the correct side of the road.
Once he pulled into the field, the car gently rocked from the change in surface, though he gently guided it down to the grassy field. The sun beat down on them as they turned into the field. Gojo gently brought the car to a stop and shifted it into park.
“We’re here.” He mumbled, attempting to force himself to not betray the growing throb in his skull. It must’ve been convincing, he heard both sides of the backseat open and then slam shut. Exhaling, he shut his eyes, relaxing into the darkness behind his eyelids. His skull began to lightly ache, and he felt the aura in his vision reach the edges, blurring his vision completely. He felt so blind, his Six Eyes silenced. A light nausea ached in his throat, from his nerves behind having another migraine attack or from the migraine itself. Either way he felt sickly.
He seriously didn’t have time to get one right now, he was supposed to practice with the first-years a bit, then bring them home. Ijichi was out on a sick day and Shoko? Well, he really didn’t want to ask her for a favor like this when he had no idea if she was even at the school right now.
Letting a soft groan escape his lips, the white-hired male sunk into his seat, screwing his already shut eyes.
“Do you have anything in the console?” Megumi breathed from the backseat.
It’s not like he’d assumed his adoptive son wouldn’t notice, but he kinda maybe sorta forgot. Totally didn’t spook him though.
“No. It’s Ijichi’s car, ‘Gumi.” Satoru answered with a soft exhale. Outside of the car, Yuji and Nobara were once again bantering, arguing over something, if he had to guess.
The light pounding behind his eyes suddenly sharped into a throb, and he leaned back more in his seat. His brain screeched, his mind screaming at him as his nervous system was flooded with an agonizing stabbing.
Megumi silenced for a moment before he left the car, shutting the door gently.
Gojo opened his eyes briefly, feeling nausea climbing up his throat. Swallowing it down with a gulp, he bit back a whimper. This one was bad. Bad, bad, bad. He could feel the sun on his eyelids. He wanted the dark. He wanted dark and quiet.
Speaking of which, the bickering outside the car had silenced. Forcing his eyes open, his blue eyes landed on a Fushiguro in the distance, gently speaking to Kugisaki and Itadori, gesturing at the black car. Gojo felt a pang of affection for his students as they quieted down, now aware of his condition, though he felt shame burning in the depths of his belly. They shouldn’t worry about him. They shouldn’t see him in pain like this. Megumi’s been exposed to him long enough to help him through his migraines, but the other two shouldn’t have to see him like this.
Flexing his palms, which he now had realized were sticky with sweat and still clutching the wheel, he brought them to rest in his lap. He has a job to do.
Gojo exhaled, though even the subtle little action left him wincing again the hammering in his skull.