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“You’re sure I don’t need more gel?” Yuuji frowned at his reflection, ruffling his wild pink hair, frowning as he meticulously tried to get it in the right shape.
Megumi poked his head into the bathroom, his usual frown plastered on his lips. God he was cute. How did he always look perfect? “You look fine. Hurry up, you’re going to make us late. It’s already bad enough that we have to do this.”
“I’m sure Gojo-sensei won’t be that bad,” Yuuji smiled, hoping to calm Megumi’s nerves.
He’d gotten pretty used to reading the usually monotone and unexpressive sorcerer. The tiniest twitch of his brows, the pull at the corner of his lips. Megumi had been dragging his heels about tonight for two months since Gojo had proposed it. Well it was less of a proposal and more of a demand. Gojo insisted that Yuuji and Megumi come over for dinner now that they were official. Geto had only added fuel to the fire by encouraging Gojo’s antics. Megumi had nearly murdered them both that day. Usually, this would be the dinner where Megumi introduced Yuuji to his adopted parents if they hadn’t already known him from school. Gojo and Geto had both been wonderful teachers to Yuuji, even if Megumi would never admit it.
“You haven’t lived with him,” Megumi grumbled.
Yuuji innocently wrapped his arms around Megumi’s neck and gave him a chaste kiss, “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
Megumi’s cheeks and the tips of his ears tinted red, his long lashes fanning over his face. “I hope so.”
“It will!” Yuuji beamed. “I’ll protect you from whatever embarrassing shit he tries tonight. It will be a perfectly normal family dinner.”
“You haven’t met my family,” Megumi muttered.
Yuuji chuckled, “Yes I have!”
“You’ve met Gojo and Geto, not my sisters,” Megumi corrected.
With the reminder, Yuuji’s expression got impossibly brighter, “That’s right! They’re a bit older than you, right?”
Megumi nodded, “Tsumiki’s two years older. Mimiko and Nanako, the twins, are a year older.”
“So you’re the baby in the family?” Yuuji smiled cheekily.
Megumi smacked him upside the head, “Quit that.”
Yuuji pouted and rubbed the back of his head, “Just saying. You’re so mean to me sometimes, Megumi.”
Megumi sighed and he ran his slender fingers through Yuuji’s hair, “You can handle it.”
The touch had Yuuji’s souring mood running for the hills. “I only meant that you’ve got a big family, a bunch of people who care about you. That’s something special. I can’t say I’m not a little jealous.”
Yuuji looked away, a bit embarrassed by the confession. Megumi tilted his head almost imperceptibly, “You have a family now.”
Warmth bloomed in Yuuji’s chest, his amber eyes flicking up to meet the deep blue. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.”
Megumi’s lips twitched into the small smile Yuuji had learned to look for, but it didn’t last before his hand found Yuuji’s nape, pulling him out of the bathroom, “Now hurry up. I don’t need Gojo on my ass about us being late.”
“Okay!” Yuuji followed cheerily.
The walk from the dorms to the train station was anything but quiet. Yuuji kept peppering Megumi with questions and gentle encouragement. He couldn’t hide how excited he was for tonight. Megumi wasn’t a talker, and that was fine by Yuuji, but that meant he had a lot to learn about him and his home life. But Yuuji would not go back on his promise and would try to keep Gojo in line and Megumi’s dignity intact.
“You disgust me, brat,” Sukuna muttered deep in Yuuji’s mind where he had stashed himself away.
Yuuji ignored him, instead leaning his head on Megumi’s shoulder, interlacing their fingers as they rocked on the train. He gently squeezed Megumi’s hand, hoping it would give him some reassurance.
They got off at their stop, Yuuji’s steps growing quicker, unable to keep his anxiousness at bay. Megumi was tapping his fingers to his thumb and Yuuji sent a small smile his way, “It’s going to be great.”
Megumi gave a tiny nod and they were quiet until they reached the house. It was rather large, a lot bigger than Yuuji’s grandpa’s house. He gawked up at it, the windows reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. It cast Megumi in a warm light, his dark hair in its usual spiky style that Yuuji, not very secretly, adored.
“You ready?” Megumi glanced over, dread written over his stony features.
Yuuji saluted him, “Ready!”
Megumi covered his mouth with his hand, muffling a groan. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
When they reached the door, it swung open, revealing Gojo grinning widely, “Megumi! And who’s this you got with you? Care to introduce me?”
If he didn’t have his blindfold on, Yuuji could’ve sworn he would be batting his lashes. Megumi was about to argue before Yuuji played along, bowing, “I’m Yuuji Itadori Gojo- I mean sir!”
“And what makes you think you’re good for my favorite son?” Gojo leaned against the doorway.
Megumi’s eye twitched, “Seriously?”
Yuuji snickered and he straightened, but before he could answer, Geto dragged Gojo back into the house. “Leave him alone, Toru.” He smiled politely at Yuuji, “Thanks for coming, Itadori. Come on in.”
Yuuji led Megumi by the hand inside, not bothering to hide as he ogled the house. Gojo was putting the Gojo clan’s money to good use at least. Yuuji could faintly hear overlapping voices from further inside the house. He raised a brow towards Megumi who simply said, “My sisters.”
When they reached the dining room, they found the table already being set by one of the sisters, Tsumiki, Yuuji guessed. The two others, Mimiko and Nanako, were hovering around the threshold between the dining room and the kitchen. Gojo had made his way in front of the stove and Nanako kept staring at him like his hair was on fire. Geto gestured towards the table, “You can sit. We’ll bring out everything.”
“Are you sure you don’t want help, Geto-sensei?” Yuuji asked, hesitating before he picked a chair.
Geto waved him off, “We’ll manage. Relax. Keep Megumi from losing his mind if you can.”
Megumi flushed, “That’s not funny.”
Geto smiled knowingly and disappeared into the kitchen. Tsumiki approached the two and gave Megumi a warm hug, “Good to see you didn’t chicken out.”
“Believe me, I tried to get out of it,” Megumi huffed.
Yuuji shifted his weight, his stomach tightening a bit. He hadn’t ever met Megumi’s sisters before, especially not the eldest. He tried a polite smile, “It’s really nice to meet you. Megumi has told me a lot about you.”
Tsumiki’s eyes fixed on his hair. Yuuji felt his stomach sink. Was she judging him? Thinking he was too wild for her little brother? Tsumiki’s face broke into a grin, “Your hair is cute. What kind of dye do you use?”
“It’s not a dye actually-“
Mimiko and Nanako both had made their way towards Yuuji, eyeing him curiously. Nanako spoke up first, “Never thought Megumi would go for the athletic type.”
Yuuji’s mouth gaped, unsure what to say as Mimiko elbowed her sister. “Don’t mind her. It’s super nice to meet you, Itadori! Megumi’s always talking about you~”
“Shut up,” Megumi glared daggers at her.
Yuuji’s awkwardness dissipated, taking the opportunity to make good on his promise, steering the conversation away from Megumi, “I’m just glad to meet you. I know Geto-sensei said he didn’t need help, but if you all want, I can set out bowls.”
Mimiko shook her head, “Believe me, Papa loves being hospitable. Better to just let him.”
Nanako nodded along with her. Tsumiki gestured towards the table, “Come on then, sit down.”
Yuuji pulled out a chair, taking a place next to Megumi and putting his hand over his. The corner of Megumi’s mouth turned up until Gojo burst into the dining room, holding a large bowl, “Children! I hope you’re hungry. I’ve slaved away for hours to bring you this meal, using what money I had, the clothes off my back-“
Geto flicked the back of Gojo’s head. “What he means is, dinner’s ready and he helped by hiding ingredients from me.”
Gojo huffed and set the bowl down on the table. “Ruining all my fun, all the time.”
“The strongest sorcerer doesn’t whine, baby,” Geto chided.
Gojo looked back at him with a smirk, “I think you know I do, Sugu. Loudly and you always ask for it-”
“Okay!” Tsumiki clapped her hands together, mercifully stopping Gojo and Geto from going at it in the doorway. “Let’s eat, yeah?”
Yuuji barely snuffed a laugh. He knew his teachers could be…passionate, but it never failed to be amusing. Sukuna, however, was practically gagging. Yuuji shoved him away, not wanting his attention to be on the King of Curses instead of his boyfriend. This was their night.
Gojo and Geto settled beside each other, Tsumiki taking the seat next to them. Mimiko and Nanako took the seats on the edges. Megumi mumbled a quiet, “Thanks for cooking.”
The rest of them followed suit, Gojo a little more extravagant than the rest. Mimiko reached for the rice and passed it around. Everyone grabbed their portions. Yuuji wasn’t familiar with the dish, but his aching stomach didn’t care. Besides, anything would taste better than one of Sukuna’s fingers. He vaguely heard the curse cackling.
Yuuji stuck the chopsticks into his mouth, melting at the taste. “This is amazing, Geto-sensei!”
Geto smiled, “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to make something special with all of us here.”
Yuuji perked up, his eyes drifting from Tsumiki and the twins, “That reminds me, what are you doing for school? If you’re not at Jujutsu High, where are you at?”
“I’m not a sorcerer,” Tsumiki supplied, “So I couldn’t go to Jujutsu High even if I wanted to. But I’m actually interning right now for a research company. Labs and things like that.”
“And Papa homeschools us for the most part,” Nanako jumped in. “But we’ve sat in on a few classes with the second years.”
Mimiko nodded. Yuuji tilted his head, “I haven’t seen you guys around campus before. I wish I had.”
“We’ll stop by and say hi to you guys next time,” Mimiko promised. “I’d love to watch Megumi in action.”
Megumi raised his brows, “You could just ask.”
Yuuji snickered, “That would be fun!”
Megumi slumped a bit in his chair. Gojo, finding any opportunity to be a shithead, cocked his head, “Don’t slouch, Megs.”
“Don’t call me that,” Megumi dragged his hands down his face.
Time for Yuuji to swoop in again. Fortunately, he had plenty of conversation starters to get the attention off of Megumi. “I really like the house. How long have you guys lived here?”
Geto pursed his lips, consulting Gojo, “How long has it been now Toru? Six years maybe?”
Gojo tapped his chin, “I think so. Sounds about right. I remember the first day we moved everything in. Tsumiki had helped Mimiko set up all her toys in her and Nanako’s room like little soldiers.”
“They had to make sure Megumi couldn’t claim the room,” Mimiko snorted, taking another bite of food.
“Didn’t even want it,” Megumi leveled a narrowed stare at his sister.
Nanako pointed her chopsticks at him, “Yes you did. You wanted the biggest room. Gojo kept egging you on saying it would make you the man of the house.”
Gojo cackled, “I remember that!”
“It was pretty cute,” Geto nodded.
Yuuji couldn’t help but smile. Megumi frowned, an adorable wrinkle between his brows, “I knew it was bullshit. I was messing around.”
Tsumiki jumped in, “Yeah, come on guys. That same day Mimiko convinced herself her technique developed and she could-“
“Don’t you dare!” Mimiko cut her off with a glare.
Yuuji snorted, noticing Megumi was also smiling. Yuuji gave his hand a small squeeze. “You must’ve been so cute when you were little.”
“I have plenty of pictures,” Gojo said cheerily, already digging in his pocket for his phone.
Megumi’s hands flew up and a swarm of white rabbits flooded the room underneath the table that tackled Gojo, knocking his chair backwards. His phone flew out of his hand and a bunny brought it over to Megumi. Yuuji beamed and picked up the small animal, petting its head, “Good rabbit.”
Megumi snatched Gojo’s phone and shoved it in his pocket. Gojo turned on his Infinity and the rabbits bounced off of him. He scowled at Megumi, “Someone’s touchy today.”
“Leave him alone,” Geto lightly smacked Gojo’s shoulder.
The hoard of rabbits disappeared and Megumi glowered at Gojo from across the table. Yuuji frowned, his lap empty without the bunny he had been petting. He’d have to ask Megumi to make it up to him later. He knew Megumi couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Most of the time anyway.
Tsumiki was hiding a chuckle as Geto gave him a knowing look, “No shikigami at the dinner table, please.”
“He was being an ass,” Megumi argued, shoving food in his mouth.
Gojo stuck his tongue out smugly. Yuuji put a hand on Megumi’s thigh, not missing the way he was grinding his teeth. Mimiko groaned, “Can we go one night without you guys fighting?”
“I didn’t do anything!” Gojo protested.
“Yes you did,” The siblings all replied.
A smile pulled on Yuuji’s lips. Their bickering reminded him of himself and his Gramps. It brought a pang of grief but also something pleasant in his chest.
“It’s not that funny,” Megumi grunted.
Yuuji’s brows shot up just as a laugh slipped out. He shook his head, “No. No, I’m just happy that’s all. You all seem so normal together. It’s nice.”
Megumi studied him for a moment before he mumbled, “Sap.”
Gojo cooed before Geto threw a hand over his mouth. “How about dessert then?”
Yuuji clapped his hands, “Yes please!”
“I’ll grab it,” Tsumiki stood from the table, ruffling Mimiko’s hair as she passed and patting Gojo’s shoulder.
Nanako finished what was left in her bowl and she sighed, “Thanks again for cooking, Papa.”
“I’ll have to thank you properly too,” Gojo purred.
Megumi dropped his head into his hands. Yuuji patted his back. Tsumiki brought in a tray of small cakes. She set it down and rounded the table to sit back down. Yuuji immediately grabbed a cake for himself, stuffing it into his mouth. His eyes lit up, “Where did you get these?”
Gojo proudly smiled, “Got them from a corner store when I went on a little mission in Korea. They’re pretty good right?”
“Dad ate half the bag before he even got back,” Tsumiki laughed as she took a drink from her cup of tea.
“I had every intention of sharing some,” Gojo argued. “I always bring home souvenirs.”
Megumi nodded, “He really does.”
Yuuji rested his chin in his hand, “Does that mean I’ll be getting one from now on?”
Gojo beamed, “You’ve got that right.”
Yuuji pumped his fist.
“You can have some of mine,” Megumi offered. “I swear I have hundreds of useless things you can have.”
Gojo put a hand over his heart, “Ouch.”
Yuuji bumped Megumi’s shoulder, “Those are yours.”
“Besides you really like some of those,” Mimiko chirped.
Gojo gasped, “You do?”
“No,” Megumi rolled his eyes.
“You do,” Tsumiki nodded.
Yuuji grinned, “Can I see them?”
Megumi’s cheeks were dusted with pink, “If you want.”
“How about you show Yuuji your room,” Gojo encouraged. “We can clean up down here.”
Megumi took the opportunity to flee and stood from the table, taking Yuuji’s hand, and nodding towards the doorway. Yuuji followed but shot a quick ‘thank you’ to Geto as he was pulled away.
Yuuji followed Megumi upstairs to his room and he couldn’t help the giddiness rising in him. His dresser was covered in what Yuuji assumed was all of the souvenirs that Gojo brought him. They were small trinkets, rocks, little statues, shells, even a few bracelets. A few pictures were hung up on the wall, one being a younger Megumi and Tsumiki. Another was of the whole family and Megumi was actually smiling. Yuuji’s heart melted, resisting the urge to reach out for it. He had posters of a few American rock bands covering the rest of his walls.
Megumi settled himself on his bed, sitting cross legged. He patted the blanket and Yuuji happily sat down in front of him. “Your room is cool,” Yuuji leaned his chin in his hand.
Megumi hummed quietly. They sat in silence for a few moments before Megumi spoke, “Sorry about them.”
“Don’t be!” Yuuji took Megumi’s hands. “They’re sweet. I like them.”
Megumi muttered incoherently under his breath. Yuuji tilted his head to meet Megumi’s eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t as much of a buffer as you needed me to be.”
“You were fine,” Megumi reassured him.
Yuuji leaned his forehead to bump into Megumi’s. “Thanks for doing this. I know you didn’t want to.”
A shrug, “You were going to meet my sisters at some point.”
“True,” Yuuji smiled.
Megumi brushed their lips together, kissing him softly. They slotted together perfectly, slender fingers burying themselves in pink spikes. Yuuji cupped Megumi’s cheeks, wanting him impossibly closer. Fireworks lit up Yuuji’s nerves, his heart blooming. Their breath mingled as they pushed and pulled, Megumi’s tongue gently teasing the seal of Yuuji’s lips until he let him in. A small whine crawled up Yuuji’s throat.
Megumi pulled Yuuji on top of him, laying back on his pillow. Yuuji pulled away just enough to see Megumi under him, his dark hair splayed out, his lips red from kissing, and his pale cheeks were adorably flushed.
“I love you,” Yuuji murmured.
“I love you too,” Megumi whispered back.
Their legs tangled together on the blankets, Yuuji moving to lay beside him, his arm over Megumi’s chest. He buried his nose in Megumi’s neck, smiling, “I’m really happy I can be a part of the family, Megumi.”
Megumi gently scratched Yuuji’s scalp and kissed the crown of his head, “Yeah. Me too.”
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Geto opened the door for them as Yuuji and Megumi stepped out of the house. Yuuji pretended not to hear Megumi mumble a quick, “Thanks, Papa.”
“We’ll see you at school, Geto-sensei!” Yuuji beamed, waving.
Geto smiled, flanked by Gojo who waved back, “See you, Itadori.”
Tsumiki shoved her way into the doorway, “I don’t get a goodbye?”
Megumi paused in his tracks before returning to give her a hug, “Come back soon before I kill him.”
“You’re not going to kill Dad,” Tsumiki rolled her eyes. “I doubt you could even if you tried.”
Mimiko and Nanako worked their way out as well, waving at the two of them, “Nice to meet you, Itadori!”
“Same to you guys!” Yuuji chuckled and took Megumi’s hand as he joined him at his side again.
A relieved sigh whistled from Megumi’s nose as they reached the sidewalk, starting towards the train station to head back towards Jujutsu High. Yuuji gave him a quick peck on the cheek as his phone dinged in his pocket. He fished it out, swiping up to a message from Gojo. It was an image. Yuuji clicked on it and it loaded up a picture of Megumi and his sisters all proudly standing around a very disgruntled, younger Megumi in a dress, covered in makeup and bows.
He couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled from his chest. Megumi glared and peeked over at his phone. In an instant he fumed and turned on his heel, running back towards the house, “Gojo!”
Yuuji snorted, chasing after him, “Megumi! It’s cute!”
He could hear Gojo shriek from inside the house, “Keep Mahoraga to yourself!”
They were hopeless.