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Yuuji really hadn’t expected that his first relationship would start because he threw his partner to prove a point. But then again he also hadn’t expected to eat a 1000 year old finger and get the biggest asshole of a roommate in history smooshed against his soul. This year really has been full of surprises.
The whole learning what curses are, gaining the world’s worst pokemon Ryoumen Sukuna and his future execution are definitely the most unexpected changes. And yet, the thing he can’t stop thinking about is how he gained a boyfriend when he was fully prepared to get the ass whooping of a lifetime for throwing Gojou Satoru as high as he could. Which turned out to be quite a bit higher than even Yuuji expected.
It’s probably because he didn’t have to worry about accidentally breaking Gojou like the many different kinds of sports equipment that perished by his hands when he was little.
At least he wasn’t the only person blindsided by this development. He can’t help chuckling when he thinks back to how it all happened.
The first impression Yuuji had of his new Senpai was that he was of course really strong, cool and tall. But with time he couldn’t help but add shortsighted as well.
Senpai doesn’t seem to understand, or well he definitely can understand it since he’s so smart. He just doesn’t seem able to consider that outside of jujutsu there are lots of ‘the strongest’ in lots of different fields. For a while Yuuji was also the strongest person he and every person that knows about him knew.
He likes his strength, he really truly does. It just never felt as special as others seemed to think it was. Mostly it was just kinda lonely being that ‘special’. Being that other.
Maybe that’s why since the beginning he hasn’t really minded it when Gojou-senpai was being a brat. (Although in middle school he totally would’ve fought him.)
Rather than the bully others see him as, Yuuji just thinks he’s a bit like a needy cat that doesn’t know how to sit on somebody’s lap without sinking his claws into their legs.
But there’s only so many times he can stand hearing his Senpai’s arrogantly calling people weak (Gojou) or implying it with an insincere smug smile (Getou). He likes them both but even he found them grating when they’re doing the ‘you’re weaker than us’ circlejerk at every opportunity.
So when Gojou started needling Yuuji about not even needing to execute him since him having no technique, no control over his cursed energy and no basic knowledge about sorcery was going to do the job for him; Yuuji had burned with the need to prove him wrong.
Nanamin had joined his brainstorming session for the ‘Make Gojou Satoru eat his words plan’ with a surprising amount of passion. All three first years sat around the table in Haibara’s room, a small mountain of snacks piled in the middle.
“You can’t beat him in anything that has to do with sorcery, martial arts or studying but there’s one area you completely have the upper hand. One area you can beat that clown on his hometurf in.” Nanamin said before stapling his fingers together, expression dead serious. Meanwhile Haibara laughed his guts out, “His hometurf? Are you gonna challenge him at a circus in a chainsaw juggling competition?”
“Nanamiiiiiiiiiiin~ Gojou-senpai can probably beat me at juggling even if he were blindfolded.” Yuuji slumped face down over the table.
A long suffering sigh escaped his classmate. “Gojou-san is always busy so he hasn’t heard about or seen directly how strong you are yet and since you clearly don’t have a heavenly restriction he won’t expect you to be physically stronger than him without cursed energy. Use that.”
Haibara snorted out another laugh, “If Gojou-san can beat you at juggling you obviously should just juggle him. Problem solved!”
Nanamin sighed as if he was suffering but it was clear to see he was having fun.
Hopelessly fond he asks his friends if they wanna watch human earthworm together and is devastatingly quickly rejected by them.
A few days later the perfect opportunity presented itself to challenge Gojou to a spar without cursed energy. He was cooking an elaborate lunch in the common room. It had been a while since he cooked but that day everybody was busy with solo missions or solo plans, so the kitchen was completely free for a couple of hours.
Just as he finished frying the croquettes and chicken cutlet suddenly a large shadow appeared over him. He had heard no footsteps approaching and in the first place nobody should’ve even been in the dorms right now, he had completely let his guard down. So he startled, badly.
The last croquette flies from his frying scoop. His heart is already mourning it’s loss. But before it can meet it’s sad execution on the floor, a bare hand snatches the croquette out of the air.
Yuuji just stares for a moment before his body kicks into gear. He snatches wrist attached to that pale palm. “Wai–drop it, drop it! That just came out of the oil, your hand is gonna get a burn! Drop it, it’s fin—”
“Infinity.”
“What?”
A pointy chin digs into his shoulder. A familiar voice but deeper than usual murmurs directly into his left ear. “Calm down. I used infinity to catch it, so i won’t get a burn.”
Relieved he lets go of his wrist and grabs the oil dripping rack so that Gojou can let go of the food. “When did Gojou-senpai get back from his mission? I heard it was gonna take another day.”
“A couple of hours ago. The mission was easy and boring but tedious, so i rushed through it without sleeping.”
“I see. That’s pretty amazing.”
“It’s normal.” Gojou dismisses.
‘Just because it’s normal for you doesn’t mean it’s not impressive.’
“Hey Senpai, are you cold or something?” Yuuji doubts it with how warm Gojou feels, but he really can’t figure out another reason why the second year decided to drape himself over Yuuji’s back.
“I didn’t know you could cook. It smells surprisingly good. Gimme some.” Gojou completely ignores his question.
Yuuji can’t help rolling his eyes at the bratty demand without a single please. “Why should i? Go make your own Senpai.”
“It’s Senpai tax~” he singsongs to his kouhai.
Yuuji rolls his eyes harder. “Sure sure. I’ve got it. Can you stop being a 2 meter long backpack so i can plate up the food in peace.” By the end of the sentence the exasperation has turned into amusement. Senpai has a no sense of personal space on a good day, so him being somehow even worse with it after just waking up is a little funny. Maybe even a little charming.
Gojou for once listens and peels himself from Yuuji’s back before dropping into a chair at the dining table.
It’s only as he’s going to sit down opposite Gojou that he notices how out of it his Senpai looks. His hair is a fluffy mess that’s fighting gravity and winning. His signature sunglasses are nowhere to be found, instead he’s squinting sleepily at everything. But most damning of all there’s a red pillow mark imprinted on his cheek. It should be illegal for a lanky brat to be this cute out of nowhere.
After the first bite of the torikatsu curry Gojou’s eyes light up. “This is good! Yuuji you should cook from now on. Suguru doesn’t have tastebuds and i swear Shoko is trying to poison us as an experiment every time she cooks, so i end up having to do it all. None of the other first years share their food.” He says it as if it’s the greatest injustice in the world.
“I don’t really mind as long as you also share when you’re cooking Gojou-senpai. It’ll be Kouhai tax.” Yuuji grins, pleased with himself.
Gojou snorts a little laugh. “Sure sure.”
They eat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Yuuji can’t help being fascinated with how messy Gojou eats, there are multiple grains of rice stuck to his cheek and a bit of the curry sauce clings to his upper lip. A pink slip of tongue lazily licks the sauce away. Yuuji has never stared so hard at a guy before without calculating how much he needs to hold back when punching him.
‘Oh right, i almost completely forgot.’
“Senpai can i ask a favor?”
Blue eyes narrow with suspicion. “What kinda favor?” He asks with his mouth full of croquette.
“I wanted to compare how strong we are without cursed energy?”
He tilts his head in kind of a puppyish way. “You wanna spar with me?”
“No, i mean ye–but uhm,” Yuuji huffs out an awkward little laugh, “yes i wanna spar but not this time. I just wanna compare pure strength without fighting.”
“Why though?”
“Just curious.”
“Hhm okay. But!” He clacks his chopsticks in Yuuji’s direction like a little crab claw. “Bake me a strawberry shortcake in exchange.”
“I mean sure? Why though?”
“Just curious.” Senpai replies with a cheeky little grin. “So how do you wanna compare it if sparring isn’t an option? Benchpresses? Pull ups? Push ups?”
“Ah that could be fun, we should do that another time! But for today it’s best to just do something that won’t take a long time.” Gojou-senpai looks a little bemused at that so Yuuji explains, “Senpai is still sleepy, right? We’ll just do it quickly and then while i bake your cake, you can go back to sleep.”
“Huh. Guess there still are some considerate kouhai’s in the world.” He says as he snatches the last croquette up.
Yuuji snorts, “Gojou-senpai definitely has never been a considerate kouhai once in his entire life.”
It startles a laugh out of him. “Well you’ve got me there.” His mouth quirkes up in a playful little smile. It’s cu—
Disgusting.
‘Go away Sukuna, nobody likes you.’
“Yuuji.” Gojou’s eyes are narrowed, playful smile gone completely as he very seriously asks. “Is Sukuna being a massive bitch?”
He chokes on his spit before bursting out in laughter. “Isn’t he always?”
Senpai nods sagely before also laughing again, “Good point~”
While Yuuji washes the dishes and cleans up after them, Gojou slinks back to his room to change his clothes. They walk outside to the training field and somehow end up talking about movies. It’s nice.
Until this menace of a man started spoiling movies like it was his divine birthright to be a little shit. Yuuji resolve to throw him around is reignited instantly.
At long last the time for being petty and getting instant karma has come.
They come to stop in middle of the field. The scent of cut grass gently surrounding them. Before any kind of hesitation can form Yuuji steps closer to the strongest sorcerer, invading his space like Gojou is so fond of doing. Big blue eyes widen a little as they look down at Yuuji.
He grins back up at him, “Please excuse me Senpai!” As fast as he can he drops his body lower and snatches Gojou around his thighs. In response two palms come down on Yuuji’s shoulders, long fingers digging in a little.
“Yuuji, what are you—”
Yuuji cuts him off, mischief coating his words in a way that’ll definitely come back to bite him in the ass, “Senpai i’ll catch you, i promise!”
Before he can reply Yuuji throws him as high as he can straight up into the air.
It’s kinda hard to see with the sun shining down so fiercely, but he thinks he at least threw him a good 5 stories high. When his Senpai starts falling down Yuuji jumps up and catches him.
For a good 20 seconds it’s dead silent as he stands there holding the strongest sorcerer in a princess carry. He’s fully in too deep to really regret it so he just waits like a man to get his daylights punched out.
“Yuuji.”
“Yes Gojou-senpai.” Carefully keeping his thousand yard stare locked on straight ahead and avoiding looking down at his bundle of undoubtably pissed off upperclassman.
“I’ve realized something.”
Wait wait wait, hang on, back up! Did he finally realize that Yuuji’s perfectly capable of becoming a strong and capable sorcere—
“I think i’m gay.”
Huh.
Is this what meditation feels like? Your entire mind being silent. Not a single thought or feeling able to cut through the void occupying your head.
The peace doesn’t last. Feeling Gojou-senpai moving in his arms smites him back into reality. He doesn’t try to actually get out of his arms, which is another blow to his ability to process anything that’s going on. No, instead his Senpai just shifts so he can directly stare up at the light blue sky.
Eventually Yuuji can’t help hesitantly asking, “How come you aren’t completely sure yet?”
“I haven’t had a chance to test it yet.”
“Oh. Maybe you should?”
Gojou hums, considering it seriously. A hand finds it way back to Yuuji’s shoulder, pushing at him to help Gojou leverage his into sitting upright in Yuuji’s arms. For a second he doesn’t where to put his right arm but before he can think over his arm decided that it was useful clamping down around Gojou’s waist and keeping his side pressed against Yuuji’s front.
All he hears is a chuckle before he feels long clever fingers slide through his hair. They angle his head up. The tips of Gojou-senpai’s ears are red and blushing. And sonewhere Yuuji knows exactly what’s coming, able to feel it in the air and seeing it in the intensity radiating from cursed and blessed blue eyes. He knows. And he does nothing to stop it. Because Yuuji—
He’s being kissed.
Neither quick nor long, but already burned into him in a way that feels more permanent than swallowing a cursed finger.
When it ends it doesn’t feel like it did. Gojou-senpai’s minty lipbalm is left behind on his lips. It feels cold and hot and sharp and so very tenderly soft all at once.
Low and soft and probably a bit desperate he asks, “Are you sure now?”
Pretty lips quirk up into a smile radiating victory. “Yeah, i am.”
Yuuji’s arms tighten around him subconsciously. It earns him a soft hitch of breath followed by a chuckle. “That’s gonna bruise you know.”
Unthinking and unrepentant his breathless voice replies, “I hope so.”
Delighted, his Gojou-senpai asks, “Yuuji do you wanna go out with me?”