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‘Nanami-san, apologies for calling you at this time, but…’
Gojo rolled his eyes at the memory of his phone call with Ijichi at ass-clock in the morning. Thinking it was his phone, he had made it clear not to be bothered until at least 7 AM in the morning when it came to going on missions or teaching, yet, clearly, the world seemed to have something against him for this.
A few years ago, Gojo would’ve agreed without hesitation just to have the higher-ups shut up, but things have changed for him. It took time to realise that not everything is about jujutsu, and his priorities in life have changed for the better. He began to properly care for himself properly, suffering less from exertion from missions and teaching to suffering from matters of the heart, whether he wished to accept it.
From taking as many missions as the Higher Ups can throw at him for no reason to now taking them when they genuinely need him to, though they still had a knack for pissing him off with shitty stunts like this one.
If only those fuckers understood all of this instead of continuously treating him as their only weapon, then maybe, just maybe, Gojo would be more acquiescing when it comes to being disturbed in the middle of his rare slumbers to go on an emergency mission.
I didn’t even leave Kento a note to tell him I was going. Dammit.
His jaw clenched, and his hands turned into fists in his jacket’s pockets. It’s unfair for him to leave Nanami without a word about his mission. Nanami always left him some kind of message whenever he had missions, but in the last few years, life caught up to them, and Nanami still went on missions, but not as much as before unless he needed to, much to Gojo’s dismay. Call it his semi-retirement, if you will.
‘We have other things to worry about now, Kento. Leave the missions to me and focus on yourself.’
They were in their bedroom. Gojo was propped up against the headboard, fiddling with the lint on his trousers, while Nanami was getting ready to leave for a last-minute mission assigned to him by Yaga.
Nanami sighed from where he stood before their wall mirror, tying his tie. Looking at Gojo through it, he said, ‘You forget that you, too, need a break from fighting curses, Satoru. I thought you’d have accepted it by now that I’m here to share the burden with you. I’ve been doing that since I returned to Jujutsu, haven’t I?’
‘That doesn’t mean you have to take a mission for me!’
‘It’ll be a short one, I can assure you that. Frankly, I’m surprised they hadn’t assigned it to me first instead of you.’
Gojo groaned, closing his eyes despite having his bandages on. Six Eyes could still see for him anyway, even if Gojo had already mapped out Nanami’s entire body.
‘Baby…’
‘Hey. I said I’d stop fighting curses when I physically couldn’t handle it anymore. As far as I’m aware and according to Ieiri-san’s judgement, I’m more than capable at the moment to continue.’
And here he was in the middle of an unknown town, down South of rural Japan, away from his home, on behalf of his dearest husband without him knowing, tracking down an unidentified Special Grade that’s been luring people through their dreams to twist into something more sinister, resulting in them sleepwalking out of the house towards the edge of a forest on the outskirts of the town.
A strange curse, but who was Gojo to judge? After all, these cursed spirits are the product of negative emotions and energy from humans.
Reports from the townsfolk were minimal, with only one providing what the previous sorcerers assigned on the mission assumed was a strong lead, which resulted in them countering the cursed spirit and being injured. If it were a mislabeled curse spirit, then it would make sense why they called Gojo in because the previously assigned sorcerers were only Second Grades. Still, there were other sorcerers capable of exorcising a Special Grade spirit if it was that.
From the file Ijichi had ready for him as soon as he got into the car, the few eyewitness statements that came through mentioned several of the victims having arguments in public before they went home, which could be the origin of the curse spirit’s negative energy.
Of all the people they could’ve called in, it had to be me, hadn’t it?
Gojo mourned the loss of warmth and peace he felt from his bed, particularly from the gorgeous blond he left behind in their cosy bed.
Fuck my life. Why is it always me?
No matter, he thought. If he could lure this curse spirit out from its hiding spot — wherever that may be — and exorcise it, then all will be well, and he can go home.
‘Right!’ To nobody in particular, he clapped his hands. ‘The time is now 3 AM. If I can finish this before 6 AM, I’ll have time to come home and cuddle Kento!’ His priorities were set in stone, and he was off to find this spirit!
—
Finding this cursed spirit was… fun, to say the least. Initially, it was fun, like a game of cat and mouse, whereby Gojo was the cat hunting the mouse. It was the dead of night, and Gojo checked the town from top to bottom to find this so-called cursed spirit.
Only there was still no mouse to be found. And no, wandering townspeople roaming about to report on.
This is ridiculous! He should be at home, in bed, dreaming about the endless strawberry daifuku he could be having whilst feasting upon the other sweetish recipes his husband has acquired over the years of their marriage, and of course, extending the list of sweets to include his dearest Kento to devour because he could never get enough of the man.
The sun started to rise in the distance. Golden hues spread across the land to signal the end of the night.
Gojo internally groaned. This was pointless. Maybe he should just call Ijichi and tell him to send someone else so he could head back to Tokyo. The higher-ups only wanted him here to waste his time.
‘Creeee…’
Gojo paused in his steps.
‘Surely not.’
‘Creee…’ There it goes again.
Lifting one side of his blindfold, Six Eyes told him the spirit was nearby. Lurking in an alleyway just a short distance from Gojo.
‘Heh.’
He warped to the spot.
In the corner, cursed energy was vibrating all around him as the spirit had his back to Gojo. It was too busy in its own world even to realise.
‘Got you.’
—
By the time Gojo warped home, it was full daylight.
Gojo sighed. There was no way he’d get any more cuddle time with Nanami after this.
Luckily, Infinity was on during his mission, so he had no cursed residuals all over him. He took off his blindfold and shoved it into the pocket of his jacket, taking out his shades instead to wear.
As he entered the genkan, toeing off his shoes to slip on his house slippers, sock-padded feet echoed, muffled upstairs, yet growing louder as they descended the stairs towards Gojo.
‘Daddy!’ Yuuji squealed as he threw himself at his legs. ‘You’re back!’
Gojo joyfully laughed. ‘Did you miss me, Yuuji?’
Yuuji, their youngest, was probably the only four-year-old Gojo knew that came into the world with so much buoyancy compared to their two other babies. The last two were less troublesome in comparison to Yuuji. He had caused Nanami a bit of trouble throughout the pregnancy with his endless kicking; some nights became sleepless for the blond, and the backaches got worse.
It wasn’t known to Gojo for a while because Nanami, ever the selfless one, kept quiet about it, not wanting to disturb Gojo and his “well-needed rest.”
‘Well needed rest, my ass.’ Gojo quipped back. ‘You’re in pain and didn’t care to tell me?’
Nanami huffed; he turned away in defence. The sight of his swollen bump did somersaults to Gojo’s stomach. To think this was their third time. ‘I was going to, but you clearly beat me to it.’
Nanami hated it when he used Six Eyes on him, mainly because it felt like an invasion of privacy from the older man, but he couldn’t help it after helplessly watching his beloved become more restless. The eye bags he thought had disappeared for good from the man’s salaryman days had returned once more.
He scooped the boy up into his arms and smothered him with kisses across his face.
‘Hah— that tickles daddy, please stop!’ Yuuji giggled in between each one. When Yuuji finally calmed down, he looked up at Gojo with the brightest eyes possible on a Saturday morning. Usually, Yuuji was tired on the weekends, opting to wake up late, much to his papa’s dismay. ‘You weren’t in your room when I came in this morning!’
‘Sorry, little tiger.’ Gojo ruffled his tuff of pink hair. ‘Uncle Ijichi called me to go on a last-minute mission last night, but I’m back now.’
‘It’s okay!’ Yuuji exclaimed, his eyes crinkled, similar to his husband’s. Yuuji may have come out with Gojo’s boisterous personality, but he was the true embodiment of his Kento. ‘Papa and Megumi are making breakfast now for you in the kitchen!’
‘For me?’ Gojo asked, confusion laced in his tone. ‘Why for me?’
‘Because it’s your—‘
‘Daddy!’
Another pair of socked feet rushed towards him, hauling themselves at his side. ‘Yuuji!’ His oldest glared at his youngest, trying to grab his feet. ‘Why didn’t you tell me he was back?’
Gojo sheepishly smiled at Nobara’s words.
She was their oldest, being eight, and their only daughter. From the moment she was born, Nanami dubbed her Daddy’s Little Princess because, really, she was the apple of Gojo’s eye. The couple (but mostly Gojo) had spoiled their princess immensely over the years, even though Nanami did his best to raise their daughter to be as humble as possible despite possessing the genes of the white-haired man, thus resulting in her love for fashion. So much so that she is the sole reason why Gojo’s bank account sometimes had a dent in it; anything for his little girl, Gojo would tell Nanami. He knew he’d make the money back instantly anyway, so it really wasn’t an issue.
‘Because papa sent me on a mission!’ Little Yuuji whined in his father’s hold. ‘I promised papa I wouldn’t fail!’
‘I’m confused.’ Gojo said aloud. Yet, his children completely ignored them as their spat continued.
Nobara palmed her face and sighed dramatically. ‘I told papa you would almost ruin the surprise, but he didn’t believe me.’
‘I didn’t ruin the surprise.’ Yuuji flailed his arms in the air, almost hitting Gojo in the face, but then turned to him with a pout. ‘I ruined daddy’s surprise, didn’t I?’
‘Eh? What surprise?’
‘Later! Now come on, I’ve been waiting forever for you to return so we can have breakfast!’
Without a chance to speak, Nobara grabbed Gojo’s hand, which wasn’t holding Yuuji, and tugged him towards their kitchen.
Gojo made sure he found the perfect home for them as a wedding gift. It was quite large but not too big to feel overwhelmed by the space, and it was far away enough for Gojo to be away from the clan.
It was more than enough for three growing children and two adults, with five bedrooms, a large kitchen to Nanami’s delight and Gojo’s so he could hike the blond up on the counters or bend him over them, an office large enough to fit two desks so both Gojo and his husband could work simultaneously, and a huge garden in the back for Nanami to garden and so the children could play.
‘Careful, Megumi, don’t put too much flour in there, or daddy will get a tummy ache.’
Speaking of Nanami… the sound of his murmurs to their middle child grew louder as they approached the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked goods reached his nostrils, and Gojo happily inhaled it with all his senses.
In another life, Gojo thought Nanami would own a bakery, and he’d be the customer coming to pester him every day for everything and anything he could get out of him before being kicked out. Nanami wouldn’t do that, though, not to him.
Well, maybe to him, but he’d have to beg a little before anything could happen.
‘Like this, papa?’ His little sea urchin asked.
His husband let out a low chuckle. ‘Yes, just like that, Megumi.’
Unlike his brother and sister, Megumi had always been a quiet child. At six years old, his literacy rate was higher than most of the children in his class, courtesy of Nanami reading to and with him whenever he could. He was more attentive to everything around him than the other two, noticing when someone was upset and would mention it when it suited him. When he needed help, he went to Nanami. When he needed money, he went to Gojo. Gojo had expressed his disappointment to the boy, only to receive a shrug before running back to where Nanami was. In fact, instead of calling him dad or daddy growing up, he’d call him ‘Gojo’ just to irk the man.
Nobara was the only one of his children to have their first word as Daddy. On the other hand, Yuuji’s first word was calling Nanami ‘mama,’ and he stuck to it until he grew a bit older – neither Nanami nor Gojo corrected him, though.
Their children love listening to Nanami read to them. It always helps lull them to sleep when they can’t, and they’ve all adopted this trait of their papas, with one reading the latest fashion magazine issue, one reading a fully-written series, and another building his way up from the short stories to the children's mangas he could get his hands on.
‘Papa, look who’s back!’
Different trays of delicacies were laid out across each countertop, from Strawberry Daifuku to Dorayaki, with even a mini plate of Dango. Nanami really pulled all the stops, but for what?
His Megumi was stood atop a chair in front of one of the countertops, and his brows furrowed in concentration at the bowl of dough he was kneading. His Nanami turned his back to him, focusing on whatever he had in front of him.
‘You’re back already?’ Nanami asked.
Gojo hummed. ‘It wasn’t easy, but I am the strongest, so anything’s possible.’
Even without looking or using Six Eyes, Gojo knew Nanami rolled his eyes.
‘Would someone care to tell me what all of this is for?’
Megumi’s eyes shot up at that, then looked at the blond with admiration. ‘Papa was right. Dad forgot.’
‘Eh? Forgot what?’ Gojo frowned. The holidays weren’t for another few days, and the children hadn’t broken up from school yet. Megumi’s birthday wasn’t until the end of December, so what could possibly have been the occasion?
‘Ha. I told you all, and nobody believed me.’
‘Papa, I did! I believed you!’ Yuuji chimed.
Nobara sighed. ‘I really thought he had it in him actually to remember… now I’ll never get that reward.’
‘HUH?’ Three pairs of eyes turned to Gojo, his husband’s back still refrained from turning. ‘Can someone please say what’s happening right now?’
Yuuji giggled, throwing his arms around Gojo’s neck tightly before screaming right in his ear; Gojo could’ve sworn he almost burst an ear drum.
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!’ Followed by a chorus of the exact phrase by his other two angels.
Like a deer caught in headlights, Gojo froze.
Birthday?
Wait— what was the date?
He lifted his blindfold, eyes immediately darting towards the calendar on the fridge nearby.
December 7th.
Oh.
Today was his birthday.
And he forgot.
Again.
He always does this.
When he was younger, he was hell-bent on making it known to everyone that his birthday was coming up during his days as a student at Tokyo Tech. Everyone was definitely sick of it, but nobody forgot. How could one forget Gojo Satoru’s birthday except Gojo Satoru himself?
Suddenly, two more pairs of arms grabbed at him. He looked down, and Nobara hugged his hips while Megumi hugged (more like held) his legs.
‘Papa’s been planning this for a while.’ Megumi stated, albeit slightly muffled as it was into his trouser leg. ‘He wanted to wake you up to breakfast in bed, but you were gone. Yuuji thought you ran away.’ He gave his younger brother an unimpressed look, earning a little grin in return. ‘Nobara-oneechan and I assumed you left to go on a mission. Papa knew straight away ‘cause you left your phone and wallet behind.’
Ah, that explains why he couldn’t find any of his belongings. He had left in a hurry so as not to disturb Nanami anyway.
‘Megumi, what did I say about using slang at home?’ Nanami let out a sigh.
‘Sorry, papa.’ Megumi frowned. ‘I didn’t mean to.’
‘It’s okay, bub.’ Nanami then turned his head to the side. ‘My babies, could you all please go wash your hands and help set up the table in the dining room? I want to talk to your father before we eat.’
In a blink of an eye, Yuuji had climbed down from his hold and ran after his older siblings to the downstairs bathroom to wash their hands. Throughout all of this, Nanami never turned around to look at Gojo.
‘You didn’t leave a note to tell me you were leaving.’ Nanami said, with such softness Gojo could cry.
Gojo approached the blond in just a few steps and automatically wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist. Bless his soul, Nanami was still in his pyjamas: a plain white t-shirt and navy grey jogging bottoms and, top it off, an oversized, light yellow cardigan. He kissed the top of the blond’s bed hair and rested his chin there.
‘I’m sorry. Ijichi called your phone instead of mine to try to get to me. I wanted to return home much earlier, but this cursed spirit was being a pain.’
‘Special grade?’
Gojo hummed.
Nanami sighed. ‘I figured.’
He traced Nanami’s abdomen with his fingers lightly. The sound of silver meeting silver came as Nanami rested his hands atop his.
‘Baby, why did you do all of this for me? You know I don’t like it when you go all out for my birthday.’
Nanami scoffed. ‘Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get to lie to me. You love it when people do stuff for the one day where you can legitimately make it all about yourself.’
‘Does our wedding day not count?’
‘It was my day too, wasn’t it?’ There was a lilt in Nanami’s voice, amusement clear in his intonation. ‘Satoru, please don’t tell me you tried to make our wedding day to be only about you.’
‘No!’ Gojo squawked, pulling the younger even closer to him till they were practically chest to chest.
‘That day was about the both of us and us only. Everybody had to know that I was off the markets with one of Jujutsu’s hottest bachelors and made him the mother to my precious babies.’
‘So our wedding day was just another thing to make it all about you.’ Nanami deadpanned.
‘Kento!’ Gojo whined. He turned him around till they were face-to-face. Nanami had no scowl on his face, no. He was smiling. Bashfully too.
On the clock, he wasn’t like this. He was stoic and meticulous with every move. Off the clock, however, in the comfort of their own home, he was his Kento. Calm and relaxed, Kento. He was always smiling and laughing when he was with their kids. Never had he shouted at them for anything. He was strict, yes, but it was all within reason, and the children understood that.
With Gojo, he was initially annoyed and frustrated by the mere presence of the man, but it was never with malice. He never had anything against Gojo. Gojo Satoru was The Strongest, the Honoured One, the clan head. He was everything and also nothing to Nanami personally.
They rekindled their friendship, which quickly turned into romance, which led to marriage and then babies. All of this happened within the span of almost two decades. Nanami left and then came back, and he has stayed by his side since.
‘I swear it wasn’t about me.’
‘I was kidding, you know.’ Nanami murmured, flicking the white-haired man’s forehead. ‘You made it very clear to me on our wedding night.’
That he did.
‘Papa, we’re ready!’ The voice of their youngest cried out as all three of their kids rushed back in.
‘Good, well done, all of you. Now come on, help papa and daddy set the table up so we can eat before we go out.’
Soon enough, the family of five began setting up their table in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. The lively chatter never stopped as they settled down to eat the soufflé pancakes Nanami had made.
Rather than sitting at the head of their 8-seater table, Gojo always opted to sit in the middle seat on one of the sides with Megumi and Nobara on either side of him; Yuuji and Nanami sat opposite them.
‘Kento, sweetheart, aren’t you worried the children will get cavities after this?’ Gojo asked off-handedly as he was handed another stack of pancakes to pass to his children.
‘It’s only for one day, my love.’
Nobara groaned. ‘Papa, are we still going to go out later?’
‘Oh? What else did you have planned for me?’
Calmly, Nanami said, ‘The children wanted us to all go to the shopping district to try this new market for the holidays. They have festive-inspired treats at the ready.’
‘A whole day of eating sweets?’
‘In moderate portions, yes.’
‘Kento, you sure do know the way to a man’s heart.’
‘Daddy’s heart!’ Yuuji exclaimed, with a mouth full of pancakes. Nanami affectionately patted the boy’s mouth shut to finish eating before speaking again much more clearly. ‘Papa knows how to get to yours, daddy!’
‘That, your papa does.’ Gojo whispered to nobody in particular, blue eyes meeting brown. The owner of said brown eyes turned away, his cheeks going slightly pink.
‘Dad, that’s gross.’ Megumi scowled. ‘Don’t flirt with my papa in front of my breakfast.’
‘But Megumi,’ Gojo said so sweetly, ‘how else did your Papa and I bring you into this world?’
‘Satoru.’ Nanami warned.
‘If it weren’t for our love, we wouldn’t have had you. Any of you, as a matter of fact. So really, let’s all thank papa for everything he’s done for us.’
‘Don’t thank me. Thank your daddy. For taking care of all of us and for always being there. I hope he knows that we love him and are always here for him, no matter where he goes, whether in Japan or across the world. He’ll always have a home to come back to.’
Gojo Satoru. The Strongest. The Honoured One. Nanami Kento’s husband. He felt like crying.
What did he do to deserve this man?
He placed his hand across the table and took Nanami’s into his.
‘Thank you, baby.’
‘Baby?’ Yuuji frowned. All eyes turned to the youngest. ‘I thought I was papa’s baby.’
‘You are.’ Gojo said, confused. ‘And papa’s my baby.’
‘What about me?’ Nobara chimed in. ‘I thought I was!’
‘You’re also my baby. My little princess, you never grow up, alright?’ He pinched Nobara’s cheek gently, causing the girl to giggle.
‘And Megumi?’ Nanami asked with a small smile. ‘Whose baby is he?’
‘I’m also papa’s.’
‘HUH? What about me, Megumi?’
‘I’m papa’s baby.’ He repeated with finality. The others laughed at Gojo’s distress. His baby sea urchin didn’t love him, clearly.
Despite everything they went through, from all the tantrums Megumi had in his arms to sometimes begrudgingly settling in them. He thought Megumi would admit that he was indeed Gojo’s baby. But no.
Betrayal.
Absolute betrayal.
On my birthday too!
—
As breakfast ended and the children went to their respective rooms to get ready, Gojo and Nanami remained downstairs as they cleaned all the dishes.
When done and Gojo began to wipe his hands with the tea towel, he felt a hand grab his wrist. He looked down to see Nanami peering up at him with gentle eyes.
‘Everything okay?’
Nanami hummed. ‘I forgot to do something.’
‘Oh yeah? What’s that?’
Nanami reached up and kissed his left cheek.
Then, his right.
Then, his forehead.
And finally, his lips. Soft, pillowed lips met his chapped ones as Nanami intertwined his hands into the older man’s hair, and Gojo’s rested on the blond’s waist.
‘Happy birthday, Satoru. I forgot to say it earlier before breakfast.’
Gojo chuckled. ‘Thank you, baby. And thank you for the breakfast. It was amazing as always, chef.’
Nanami tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving his face. Some strands of blond hair fell in front of his eyes, hiding the upper lines of his cheeks. ‘Really?’
‘Really. Chef Nanami Kento and his bakery. Always baking the greatest goods, especially these buns right here.’ His hands travelled to his husband’s ass and squeezed the two globes there.
Nanami rolled his eyes. ‘You flatter me, Satoru.’
‘No, I am only stating facts. I am The Strongest, after all.’
‘Being the strongest has nothing to do with being flattery.’
‘So you didn’t fall in love with me because I’m the strongest?’ It was a question he always asked Nanami. At first, he needed reassurance to know that Nanami wasn’t in it just because of who Gojo was. Anybody else, maybe, but that wasn’t his Kento.
‘I fell in love with you because you’re an idiot. And I thank the heavens every day for bringing you to this world and to me. I have three perfect children because of you and the life I couldn’t be happier with.’
‘God, you need to stop saying stuff like this or else I’m going to combust.’
Nanami clicked his tongue. ‘Please don’t. I promised the children we’d go to this market a while ago. Do it afterwards when we get home. Now come, let’s get ready, or else Nobara will bite my head off for lying to her.’
Gojo snickered. ‘I wonder who she got that from.’
‘Not me, that’s for sure.’
Gojo paused and grabbed Nanami’s wrist as they made their way upstairs.
‘Yes, Satoru?’
‘Today’s my birthday, right?’
‘Yes. You’re thirty-five today, need I remind you.’
‘Let’s not mention my age. I technically have today to do anything I want without any repercussions?’
‘To a degree, yes. Why?’
Gojo leaned forward to the younger and smirked, wiggling his brows as he said, ‘We spoke about our wedding night earlier. Shall we recreate it? I seem to be quite forgetful lately, so I might need a recap on what went down.’
Nanami raised his brow at this. His eyes grew hooded as he bit his lower lip. ‘Later?’
Anything Nanami did had Little Gojo go off.
‘Mm. Later. When the kids are asleep. You’re going to have to remind me how it went. Bit by bit. Every touch you felt. Every noise you made. I want all of it, Kento.’
‘I— Satoru.’ Nanami gasped. ‘You can’t be serious.’
‘What, are you denying the birthday boy and his wishes?’
‘You’re thirty-five.’
‘Age is just a number, Kento. You’re thirty-four.’
‘Exactly. Aren’t we a bit old for that?’
‘Are you saying your husband is now a senior citizen? I’ll have you know my stamina hasn’t changed!’
‘I didn’t say that.’ Nanami groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘And your stamina remains so frustrating to deal with.’
‘Only because I have RCT.’
‘Also, because I have withered with age and I’ve had children. Your children, Satoru.’
‘You haven’t withered.’ Gojo stated. His hands rested on either side of Nanami’s face, holding his entire world in just the palm of his hands. ‘You’re perfect just the way you are. I couldn’t ask for more from you even if I could. I was only joking, anyway. If you aren’t up for it, I won’t force you.’
His mouth opened and closed as Nanami tried to think of something to say. By then, they had entered their room at the end of one hallway, while their children’s rooms were all on the other side.
‘Fine.’ Nanami said out of the blue. ‘Whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets, right?’
‘Ha! I knew you wouldn’t say no, Kento.’
‘Shut up before I rethink my decision.’ Nanami’s face went crimson as he made his way to the wardrobe.
‘Get ready then. The kids will be waiting.’
As Nanami spoke, the sound of Nobara and Yuuji echoed in the hallway. Another argument had ensued, and Megumi had now joined in.
‘One day.’ Gojo groaned, banging his head against the nearby wall. ‘My children won’t cockblock me.’
‘I’ll check on them.’
‘No,’ Gojo said. ‘I will. You stay. You must’ve been up since early getting everything ready. Rest at least for a bit before you start changing.’
Nanami sighed in relief and mumbled a thank you as he passed Gojo to enter their en-suite, leaving the man with a kiss at the corner of his lips as he went.
Like a man in love for the first time, Gojo gleamed so much that he ran into the hallway and scared his and Nanami’s precious babies out of their wits.
‘That’s creepy, daddy!’ Yuuji whined.
‘Never again.’ Nobara muttered. ‘For world’s peace, sake.’
‘Ditto.’ Megumi groaned.
This was the life he thought he couldn’t have, but he built it with his husband.
This was the life he promised himself not to lose, no matter what happened.