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“Satoru-San, I’ve missed you!” Yuuji fell around his neck and nuzzled into him.
“I told you to just call me Satoru.” Gojo's brows furrowed. Yuuji's manners didn't allow him to just call him Satoru for some reason.
“Gojo look what I got for you, your favorite daifuku from Sendai! I heard that you haven't eaten it for a while now.”
“Thank you Yuuji, but why did you get me this?”
“Didn't you know? It's valentine's day!” Gojo was shocked. Yuuji gave him something for valentine's day?
“Does that mean you like me?” Satoru flushed, he’d been thinking about telling Yuuji of his feelings for a while now and now he finally got the chance!
“Of course I like you, you're my-” Before Yuuji could finish his friendly confession, Gojo stormed toward him and gave him a clumsy kiss on the lips.
“Huh?” Yuuji sputtered and pulled back hurriedly.
“You like me right, so you can be my valentine and valentine's kiss!”
Yuuji looked really sad now, “I’m sorry Gojo but I already have a valentine…” Yuuji looked down, ashamed and guilty while rocking his feet.
“Who?!” Gojo was enraged. Who stole Yuuji away from him?
“Ah, I promised Sato-Nyan to be his valentine, he kept meowing until I said yes. I’m sorry Gojo, I promise I’ll be your valentine next year!” Yuuji hugged him and then excused himself to go back to his grandpa.
He was going to kill that cat.
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“Good morning Gojo-Senpai, I made you some honmei-chocolates for valentine's day, I hope you like them!” Gojo stopped dead in his tracks. He was only half aware of it being valentine's day. The only reason he even knew were the piles of love letters and presents currently stored in his room, by male and female admirors alike, all of who he couldn't care less about.
“F-for…me?” He stuttered. He fucking stuttered–Gojo Satoru–just stuttered just because his stupid pink-haired underclassman gave him chocolate.
It wasn't exactly ‘just’ because. Yuuji was the only person he hoped to get anything from this valentine's day. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he might have developed a little crush on his Kouhai.
The stupid potato somehow manipulated him into these feelings for him. At first when he noticed his feelings he denied them and blamed it on the curse inside the boy.
At some point his pining got so obvious and annoying for everyone else that Shoko and Geto started complaining and telling him to just confess.
Unfortunately his attempt at flirting was noticed by everyone, but the subject of his affection. His advances flew straight over the boy's oblivious head, he decided to leave it at that.
So, Yuuji asking him to be his valentine now, was a very pleasant surprise for Gojo. He flushed to the tips of his ears and snatched the chocolate from Itadori's hands.
“I accept your confession, we can talk more about this after school in my room Don't be late!” He adjusted his glasses and turned on his heel immediately in hopes of avoiding Yuuji seeing his red face.
“Huh? My confession? Senpai, what are you talking about!” Yuuji yelled and tried to run after him, but he had already teleported himself the small distance from the dormitories into a semi-hidden bathroom at the end of campus, to calm himself down a little.
Oh Geto and Shoko are going to be so jealous when they hear that he has a valentine and got delicious selfmade chocolate! He splashes his face with cool water to will away his blush, then fixes himself in the mirror and grins.
He hears the bell and knows that Yaga is going to be mad if he’s late again. So he teleported outside the classroom and steeled himself for his epic entrance. He took a deep breath and walked into the room.
Looking proud of himself, eyes closed in confidence he yelled throughout the whole classroom, “Look what I got from Yuuji-kun," he held up the chocolate for all to see "and you said my flirting wasn't working! Look who's laughing now.” He finally opened his eyes again, just to meet the faces of his snickering friends
When he looked more precisely he noticed them holding the familiar packed chocolate in their hands or standing on their desks, in the back Haibara was already halfway done eating them.
Nanami just sighed and turned toward an agitated looking Yaga who just wanted to start his lesson. He also had the same chocolate standing on his desk. Gojo winced in embarrassment, great now he will have to bribe his classmates to not tell this to any of the younger students.
He plopped down in his seat, crossed his arms and pouted while actively ignoring his friends teasing when he noticed something.
The boy, caught in his look filled with murderous intent, looked like a deer in headlights while he fumbled with the little bow on the chocolate’s package.
“Even Ijichi?!”
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Yuuji knew there was someone behind him, but he couldn't be bothered to entertain him again. The man was objectively attractive, so he didn't assume him to be a creep at first, then he started following him everywhere, keeping his distance and hiding behind buildings and around corners so as to not be spotted. He didn't do a very good job.
He’s spent weeks like this, but nothing had happened yet so it didn't really matter to him. He was stronger than most people and knew how to fight, if the guy tried anything he’d kick his ass.
He threw a look over his shoulder again to get a good look of the man in case he decided to describe him to the police. He was tall, really tall. At least 6’2, definitely above average. He seemed to be in his late twenties or maybe somewhere in his thirties, and if the clothes he wore were anything to go by. The thing that made guessing his age hard, was the stark white hair the man had. He didn't look old enough to already have gray hair, let alone perfectly flawless white.
He also wore bandages over his eyes. At first Yuuji assumed it to be a medical condition or some nasty eye infection, but he’s been wearing them for weeks and could actually see with them on. At first that freaked Yuuji out, he had the concern that the man was a ghost, but quickly shook that theory off. He’d been spending too much time at the occult club and became increasingly paranoid.
He rounded a corner into a tiny alley that served as a perfect shortcut into Yuuji’s neighborhood, but unfortunately also as his school’s favorite gang hangout spot. Yuuji had shown them who’s boss often enough though, so he wasn't really worried about them trying anything.
Yuuji stopped dead in his tracks, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and got ready to help some tourists with directions, but was surprised by his view.
“He-Hey, Y-Yuuji.” The freak knew his name? Okay this has gone too far, time to beat him up a little and then leg it home.
Yuuji clenched his fist and would’ve landed a nasty right hook, if the man didn't catch his hand centimeters before meeting its destination. Yuuji was taken aback for a few moments, ‘great reflexes…’ he thought and just decided to play dirty, kick him in the balls.
Yuuji put all his weight on one leg and kicked up with the other, Yuuji felt it collide with the man’s privates, though he didn't even react.
He looked down where he supposedly hit the man, hard, but his leg hovered in the air, inches away from hitting it's target. He tried pulling away both his leg and his fist, but his limbs wouldn't cooperate.
“What the fuck…” He muttered to himself, now kicking and twisting, trying to escape the man’s iron hold, without any success.
“Let me go, you freak!” He screamed and finally managed to pull away his leg. The man looked really sad and let his hand fall out of his grip.
“I-I’m sorry Yuuji.” He knelt down on the floor, clutched Yuuji's pant legs and started crying?! Yuuji was embarrassed, thankfully there weren't many people around so no one saw this man kneeling in front of his.
“Get up, you look pathetic. Who are you anyway? Why do you keep following me?”
The man sniffled, looked shocked at that, “Y-You knew?”
“Of course I did. You're not exactly subtle.” The man stood back up again and towered over him at full height. Yuuji wasn't intimidated at all though, just because the man looked so pathetic.
“I’m s-sorry…” Was apologizing all this guy did?
“You still didn't tell me why you're here.” Yuji said
“Oh- yeah, uhm…It’s a little embarrassing…I-I saw you when you played baseball at your school a-and I thought you were really, really cute. So I wanted to ask you if uh…”
The man was stumbling over his words and fidgeting with his hands, nervously. Yuuji looked up at him, unimpressed by his fumbling and made a vague hand gesture that meant ‘go on’.
“Uhm…I-I…IWANTEDTOASKIFYOUWOULDWANTTOBEMYVALENTINETODAY!” It all spilled out at once and Yuuji took some time to process what he just said.
“You want me to be your valentine?” Yuuji asked, believing that he misheard.
“Yes!” The man’s eyes sparkled, full of hope.
“You're like twenty years older than me and I don't even know your name…” Yuuji was in disbelief, god the man really was a pedophile…
“Ah it's Gojo Sat-”
“I don't even want to know. I’m leaving. Don't follow me.” Yuuji walked the rest of the way through the alley and could already see their house, when he heard footsteps behind him and sighed.
“Yuuji you didn't answer! Will you be my valentine? Can I have your number?”
The man had his phone in hand and Yuuji reluctantly took it. The man squealed in happiness and jumped up and down before Yuuji glared and at him which finally made him stop
“Yuuji what's this?”
“My number.”
“But this is 110?”
“Exactly, if you ever miss me, just call that number.” Yuuji turned around and walked in the direction of his home.
“Wait, no Yuuji!”
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“Yuuuujiii~ I missed you soo much. My mission was so boring so I tried to come back to you as soon as possible…” Gojo creeped up behind him and slung his arms around Yuuji, who almost lost his balance but somehow managed to stay upright
“Hey Sensei! What's up?
“Yuuji-kun, don't you know what day it is?”
“Uhh, Saturday?”
“Well not that, it’s the fourteenth!”
“Is it someone's birthday today? Did I forget someone's birthday?!” Yuuji was immediately stressed while his teacher tried to calm him down.
“No Yuuji, it's valentines day! Aren't you excited?”
“Not really…You seem excited, is there someone you want to ask?” Yuuji had always been too busy for valentine’s day, when he was still in school he had to care for his grandfather and now with Sukuna, there was no way he would have time to even think about romantic relationships.
“Maybeee, but I won't tell, it's a secret.”
“Oh come on Gojo-Sensei! I want to know!”
“Okay fine I’ll give a hint, it's someone from this school.”
Yuuji gasped, “Hmm, is it Shoko?”
His teacher laughed and patted his back, “No, no, it's not her. I'll give you another hint, it's a man.”
Yuuji was surprised, his teacher liked men? Maybe that's why he never saw him with a girl before.
“Is it Nanamin?” Gojo laughed even harder this time and wiped imaginary tears from his blindfolded eyes.
“No, not him either, ahh so precious…” The last part was so quiet that Yuuji almost overheard it.
“He’s younger than me.” Who was even left now? Kusakabe was too old and Yaga was too…There was only one option left!
“It's Ijichi right?”
Now his teacher pouted, “You think so lowly of me, Yuuji? I’m hurt.” He exaggeratedly clutched his heart and supported himself on Yuuji's shoulder.
"Ijichi is really nice, I don't know why you're so rude to him…” Gojo pouted even more at that.
“Well you're wrong. You're time is up, you'll just have to find out later when it's time.” Gojo said teasingly and made his way over to the teachers building.
“No, don't make me wait Sensei!” Yuuji laughed and ran after him.
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After Yuuji had enough of watching Gojo write his mission report, he started wandering the campus. Nobara was away on a mission with Maki so he didn't have to worry about her trying to drag him away to carry her shopping bags.
He strolled towards the vending machines and pondered on what to get. While still thinking Megumi came up behind him.
“Hey, Itadori.” He waved and walked over to him.
“Fushiguro! What are you doing here? Don't you have a mission?”
“No, it turned out to be a weak curse, so I won't be needed. What are you doing here?”
“I don't know actually.” He let out an airy laugh. “I just don't have any missions assigned today.”
“Lucky you…” Megumi sighed.
“Oh Fushiguro, did you know it was valentine's day, today?” Yuuji asked, excited.
“Ugh I guess? I don't really care though.”
“Well, do you know who Gojo wants to ask out? He won't tell me.” Yuuji asked. Gojo is practically Megumi’s dad, so he should know best, right?
Megumi's eyes widened, “He wants to ask someone to be his valentine? Are you sure…?”
“Uh yeah? He told me.” Yuuji was confused, it can't be that big of a deal.
“What else did he say? Like when will he ask them?” Megumi was surprisingly invested. Finally he knew how to have some fun with guessing.
“He said, it's someone from this school, they're younger than him, oh and they're-or rather he’s male. He also said he's gonna confess to him later today. Yuuji still couldn't believe the fact that his teacher liked men.
Megumi stood there, mouth open and Yuuji couldn't help but laugh at his expression, “I..I didn't even know he liked men…” Megumi said.
“Me neither. So you have no idea who it is?”
Megumi shook his head, “We’ll see later today anyway.” Fushiguro took a quick look at his phone and excused himself for training with Panda.
Yuuji waved back and mentally went through all of the options Gojo's valentine could be.
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“Yuuji-kun, are you ready for the grand reveal!” It was finally the time Gojo would tell him about his valentine!
“Gojo-Sensei, where is he?” Yuuji said, eyes shining.
“Were reallyyy close Yuuji, we’ll go on that hill and then you'll be able to see, okay?”
They both made their way up the hill, halfway up Yuuji decided to turn it into a race and started sprinting up the slope.
His Sensei caught on quickly and darted past Yuuji to the top in mere seconds. Yuuji slowed down a little and pouted at the unfairness. When Gojo saw the adorable look on his students face and went back down to Yuuji and picked him up.
Yuuji laughed and jokingly hit his back without any real strength while Gojo jogged up the hill. The sun was just setting and tinted everything in a beautiful golden tone.
When they were at the top of the hill Gojo lifted him from his back, but didn't let him down. He kept holding him in front of him like a cat.
Yuuji wiggled in his grip, “Sensei, where's your valentine?”
Gojo wasn't responding. Just staring at him with a gentle smile. Yuuji wiggled again in his grasp and was finally set down in front of him.
“He's right in front of me.” Gojo said and Yuuji was confused. He looked behind him and really anywhere around them but saw no one. He looked at his teacher with a question mark on his face.
Gojo chuckled again, “I meant you.” He said, voice filled with confidence.
Yuuji's brain short-circuited at that. Was his teacher pranking him? He didn't understand the situation at all.
“I’m serious, Yuuji. Will you be my valentine?” Gojo took Yuji's hands into his bigger ones.
Yuuji didn't react except for an awkward smile, which Gojo assumedly took as a yes, because he grabbed him in a bone crushing hug and spun him around.
Gojo laughed again, “Yuuujjiii I’m so happy, I was so nervous about your reaction. How about we get married?
“I didn't even say yes, Sensei…”
“Eh?”
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“Please be my valentine!”
Yuuji stared at the boy.
What a way to start his day.
In front of him stood a little boy. But not just any little boy–the grand Satoru Gojo. Well he wasn't as grand as he used to be. After he died in the fight against Sukuna and Yuuji and the others had defeated him, Yuuji was heartbroken at the loss of his teacher and friends and maybe even the fact that he would never be able to convince Sukuna to start anew with him. It wasn't until a few years later, that he noticed how his friends started getting wrinkles and their hair having a gray shine in some places and worst of all, the fact that he didn't have any of those signs.
So he separated himself from jujutsu society in an attempt to forget that he wouldn't die with them. He wandered aimlessly, helping out wherever he could while staying out of the jujutsu business as much as possible, exorcising curses when others were in danger. Yuuji was on the verge of insanity with how bland and meaningless his life had become, until one day he felt a familiar presence, one that he thought he’d never feel again.
“Sensei…” His voice trembled heavily, even if he only spoke one word.
His Sensei, now about five or six years old, looked up at him in curiosity, most likely not understanding what this grown man wanted from him. He was unusually dirty, his clothes looked worn and he looked malnourished, but Yuji couldn't pay attention to that now, he was still so shocked at his teacher’s sudden appearance.
Yuuji couldn't hold himself back anymore and ran to hug the little boy. He picked him up and spun him around while nuzzling their cheeks together.
The boy in question tried to squirm out of his hold and whined from the aggressiveness with which Yuji hugged him. He laughed with tears pooling in his eyes, apologized and set the kid back down.
“Gojo-Sensei, how are you here? Where are your parents?” Surprisingly, it didn't feel strange addressing the little one as his teacher.
“How do you know my name?” Gojo asked, visibly suspicious, and backed up.
Ah so he didn't remember him, Yuji’s heart broke a little and he audibly winced. Yuji straightened himself and wiped the tears from his eyes.
“I’m an old friend of your parents and I just happened to recognize you. The last time I saw you, you were still a baby.” The lie slipped way too fast for him to think about why he lied in the first place. He should probably be honest with his teacher, but his story doesn't exactly sound believable…
“My parents are dead, they died shortly after my birth. They made sure I was safe from our clan. Are you part of them? Do you want to bring me back?”
Well that wouldn't work out now… But again, instead of being smart and telling the truth, he doubled down: “Yes, your parents sent me to make sure you're safe, sorry it took me so long to find you, but you hid well.” He chuckled.
“I don't believe you! You just want to take me back to the Gojo Clan, so I can fight for them!” Yuji's heart broke even more at that. Even so young, Gojo had suffered so much, doomed to be treated like a weapon in every life.
“I know things about you that I wouldn't know if I was a member of your clan. I spoke with your parents about you before they…passed away.” He halted slightly at the last part.
“Yeah? Tell me!”
Yuji pondered shortly, should he take a risk and just tell him what Sensei used to be like? It's worth a try.
“You like sweets, especially daifuku and hate bitter things, your inherited cursed techniques are infinity and your six eyes, which you have almost endless cursed energy with, you don't have any specific hobbies because you're generally good at anything and your favorite show is Digimon.” Yuji was proud of himself that he remembered all of this till today. How could he forget, if he missed his teacher every day?
“...” Gojo was speechless, his mouth hung open and his eyes were huge, staring at him.
“Who...Who are you?”
“Call me Yuuji.” He smiled.
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Well, back to the situation at hand. Gojo Satoru, in his gloriously adorable form, stood in front of him, with a rose in hand.
At this age, his height barely reached over Yuji's hips and Yuji could pick him up with one hand easily.
He took the little rascal in, the day he found him in that forest. They now live in a little hut in the woods, far enough away from the next town that no one would find them, but close enough for Yuji to easily get groceries.
They've been living together for almost a year now and Yuuji still hasn't been able to drop the ‘Sensei’ everytime he talks to the boy, but he’s at least managed to change it up to Satoru-Sensei.
After a few months he told the kid about who he actually was. Of course he pouted for a few days until Yuuji brought him his favorite daifuku from Sendai and promised to show him his technique.
“Yuuji, answer me!” Yuji was snapped from his thoughts when Gojo demanded his attention.
“Uhm...Satoru, I’m about seventy years too old for you and also practically raised you, I can't be your valentine…” Yuuji wanted to avoid the awkward part of parenting as much as possible, but sometimes it was just unavoidable.
He winces as he remembers when he had to explain masturbation to Gojo because he caught him watching porn on his stone age phone.
“But why? You said a valentine is someone you love and I love Yuu!” A metaphorical arrow pierced Yuuji’s heart. The kid was too adorable for his own good and he damn well knew it.
Every time Yuuji said no to him, he used that nickname, Yuuji's heart melted and he immediately gave in.
“Does Yuu not love me?” How was he supposed to say no to this? Gojo was looking up at him with puppy eyes and clenching his hands nervously. The little manipulator.
“No, Yuuji loves you veeeryy much, come here.” He picked him up and peppered his face with kisses. Satoru giggles and tries to push his face away without actually trying.
“So you'll be my valentine?” His eyes sparkled.
“Maybe when you learn to use your domain and are at least 30, then I’ll be your valentine.”
It was definitely Yuuji's mistake to not anticipate how determined the little guy was.
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“Yuuji, guess what?” Yuuji sighed.
“What now, Satoru.” He was too old to deal with the brat right now, the older he got, the more he understood how Sukuna acted when he was in his body.
“I mastered my domain and I’m at least thirty and it’s valentine’s day today…so I fulfill all the conditions!”
What was he blabbering about now? Yuuji wasn't a big fan of holiday’s. He hasn't been since he saw the first gray hairs on his friend’s heads and just couldn't bring his hair to dull at all. Even though Satoru has brought his joy for certain holidays back. Valentine's day wasn't one of them.
It was just a scam for companies to sell their shitty candy and overpriced flowers. He’d started sounding like his grandpa more and more these days and missed him more than anything because of that.
“What conditions?” He almost forgot to answer Gojo's question.
“To be your valentine of course, don't tell me you've forgotten!” Gojo pouted and nuzzled their cheeks together.
“When did I say that…” He was seriously getting forgetful, man aging wasn't fun…
“When I was seven, It's been thirteen years Yuuji, you promised!” Did he now? He doesn't remember that, but whatever it wasn't worth the fight, Gojo was terribly stubborn.
“Fine.”
“What?”
“I said fine, I’ll be your valentine. But just this once."
“...” Gojo gaped and then sniffled.
“Ugh, Gojo don't cry, you're too old for that.” He did so l regardless and coddled Yuuji. When he got tall enough to pick Yuuji up, he never really stopped doing it, as it had become a habit.
“I just never thought you’d agree, like ever.” He continued his pathetic sobbing and gently rocked Yuuji in his arms. It was still unusual for Yuuji, Gojo had been shorter than him for so long he almost forgot how it felt like when he was over a head taller than him. Right now Gojo was barely an inch taller than him and Yuuji was grateful for that.
“I regret it already.” He sighed and patted Gojo's back in comfort and as a signal to put him down. When his feet touched the floor again, Gojo puckered his lips and got uncomfortably close to his own.
“Ah ah ah, none of that, you can do that when you're…60.” He lightly pushed him away.
"Are you serious?” Gojo cried.
Oh well, even if he wasn't a patient man, he would wait forever for Yuuji. Even if it took a lifetime. Or multiple…
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