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The young woman awoke from her sleep. Not caring that her bladder was on the verge of exploding, she frowned at the quietness filling her home. Y/N shifted her head over to her f/c clock, which displayed the time: one minute to seven.
She sighed and glanced up at the ceiling, counting down with her fingers. “3… 2… 1—”
“Waaah!” went the baby next door, marking the beginning of her busy day. Could’ve let her finish.
The mother jumped out of bed, grabbed the nearest hoodie hanging from the end of it, and walked over to her baby girl’s room.
Her baby’s name was Akane. The h/c-haired child was the result of a shitty relationship that ended sourly, with Y/N’s best friend Kira almost getting herself arrested after smashing Y/N’s ex’s car windows.
Regardless of the many hardships relating to her pregnancy and the toxic relationship that had affected her life, she held no malice against Akane and saw her as a gift.
“Mummy,” cooed the baby as she did tiny jumps in her crib, holding onto the white bars supporting her.
Y/N smiled and lifted her baby into her arms. She tickled her chubby chin, then her soft cheeks, as they made their way to the kitchen.
The sun shone on the giggling baby, now in her feeding chair, chewing on a rubber pink spoon her mother had given her to soothe her boredom. Y/N soon joined the laughter, noticing Akane laughing louder than usual, even hiccupping a couple of times.
“Akane, babe, what are you laughing at—?”
“Surprise, shawty!” sang an annoying group of sorcerers.
Itadori and Fushiguro (even though he wasn’t annoying at all) stood nearby. Kugisaki was already playing with Akane. And finally, the worst of them all — their leader, Gojo Satoru.
Despite being human, Y/N had known about curses since she was a teenager, when she witnessed them doing what they usually did: killing. She never attended Jujutsu Tech, but she had been there a couple of times for occasions such as the exchange event.
And speaking of Gojo — “worst” in the context that he was just so damn annoying. For no reason. Y/N didn’t fully despise him, since he had saved her from those same curses. That was how they first met.
“I just woke up,” Y/N emphasised, pointing Itadori in the direction of the cereal he was trying not to (but clearly was) looking for. “And the last thing I want is you referencing ten-month-old TikToks. Even worse, you made Yuji do it too.”
“Yeah, but it’s funny though! Plus, you had the same reaction as that little girl too,” Gojo affirmed, leaning against the f/c kitchen counter a few centimetres away from Y/N as she made Akane her daily milk and breakfast.
“But I know that’s not the reason why you’re here,” Y/N pointed out.
“It’s like you know me,” he said dreamily.
Y/N replied passive-aggressively, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t.”
“Your baby is really cute, Y/N!” Nobara said, her finger wrapped in Akane’s tiny hand.
The mother thanked the young girl before giving the baby her breakfast.
The baby blew raspberries happily on her cotton pink bib, and Y/N dabbed at her messy mouth. She then directed her attention to Satoru as his three students said their goodbyes and journeyed off to their next mission.
“So why are you really here, Satoru?” she asked, suspicion growing.
Gojo explained with his usual nonchalant attitude. “To put a long, boring story short, I pissed off one of the principals and he kicked me out of the school. And I kinda need a place to stay—”
“No, no, no. Jack Frost, you’re not staying in my home.” Y/N quickly shut down his request, causing the white-haired man to pout like the gurgling baby enjoying her spoon.
She declared this while making herself a quick coffee. “The second-to-last thing I want is a child like yourself. I’ve already got one. And applaud me for not mentioning your flirty ass stinking up my house.”
It may have seemed rude of Y/N to decline a sad man’s request like that, but she had her reasons. Like the time he stayed over and didn’t realise he’d attracted one of his enemies, almost getting the outside of her house destroyed.
Or the time when Yuji first came over and they were playing with firecrackers (which Y/N had already banned from her home after they asked to buy them at some shifty prank store) and somehow aimed one toward the next-door neighbour’s son’s goldfish tank, killing the poor thing. Then he had the audacity to blame it on Itadori.
“Oh! Maybe it was the time at my birthday when you smashed the lit cake into my face before I even blew it out, and one of the candles flew off and burnt my great-uncle’s hair!” Y/N added, listing just a few of the many troublesome tales of Satoru Gojo.
He defended himself. “In my defence, he was wearing a toupee. Plus, I haven’t seen him wear it since. I’m basically a source and booster of confidence.”
“He died three days after.”
Gojo paused awkwardly. “Maybe I boosted it a biiit too much?”
“Satoru, look.” Y/N, now sitting at her dining table, turned her whole body to face the sorcerer sitting across from her. “I just don’t have space for anyone staying at my house right now. I literally work 24/7 looking after Akane, as well as having a job.”
“I’ll cook and clean while you’re gone, Y/N,” he said. “Did you really think I’d just crash at your home and not do something for you? I’ll do anything for you and Akane. And my butt will be out of your hair before you know it.”
The baby hummed to herself after receiving the last spoonful of her food. Y/N took her time thinking through Gojo’s offer. Despite all the chaos he brought, she never really held any hatred towards him.
At last, she sucked in the courage (which she would soon regret) and announced the words that would probably make everyone but her happy:
“You can stay.”
“Yeah!” cheered little Akane, her arms stretched out, fists closed, shocking the adults in the room — especially her mother.
“Akane, you learned a new word!” Y/N clapped joyfully, kissing her daughter’s forehead a thousand times. Gojo came up behind her and lifted Akane under her arms.
“Which means… infinity spins for victory!”
“Wait, don’t—” Y/N cut herself off, watching with a sneaky, devil-like grin as Satoru hugged and spun Akane around the living room. The child had only finished her food less than two minutes ago, and with Y/N’s motherly expertise on Akane…
It was only a matter of time until—