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Choso loves Christmas.

After one (specific) birthday it has been his favorite holiday since forever. But don’t get him wrong, it is not because of the tasty food, fireworks, romance, expensive decorations that make shopping a less gruesome experience, buying gifts in overcrowded stores, or the thematic beverages and mugs.

No.

Choso is not that basic.

It also not related to the freezing cold, the price of keeping the house warm, or how he almost falls each time he tries to leave the house because of the snow.

Choso loves Christmas because it’s the holiday that aligns with Yuuji’s winter break and he comes back home.

Something important to learn about Choso is that he absolutely loves, adores, treasures, and worships his baby brother Yuuji.

It can be that Yuuji, with a pouty expression, is always saying that:

“I’m not a baby anymore, aniki, I’m twenty-two years old. Legally able to drink and even gamble.”

But for Choso, the oldest and the one who has been taking care of him since the beginning, Yuuji will always be his baby brother. Hell, even allowing that Yuuji wanted to go to Tokyo to pursue his higher education depressed the heck out of him. At that time, three years ago, Choso was sure he wouldn’t be able to get over the sadness of having a house that was Yuujiless.

Yuuji has been the light of Choso’s eyes since he met him as a newborn.

He has never felt tired of taking care of him. Never. Choso never cared about the part-time jobs he took if that meant being able to buy Yuuji a pair of nice sneakers when he was fifteen, or the red hoodie when he was seventeen. Choso didn’t feel bad about not sharing with people of his age if it meant coming back home to taste Yuuji’s homemade dinner. What else could he wish for? Choso has always enjoyed listening to Yuuji’s stories, sitting next to him to watch his movies, or from time to time, being able to give him some advice.

Choso’s purpose in life has been found the day his baby brother opened his eyes, looked at him, and moved under the heavy blankets. Then, years ahead in the future, he knew there is nothing more for him but to be called one simple title:

“Onii-chan.”

Ah! Choso’s heart always melts with that.

(Sadly, Yuuji stopped calling him in such an amazing way when he turned ten years old.

That was the saddest day of his life.)

Sukuna would always bark:

“What about me?”

O.K., Choso loves and protects Sukuna too. Albeit he is Yuuji’s older twin (by four minutes, thank you very much) they couldn’t be more different.

Sukuna would automatically bite his nose off if Choso tried to treat him similarly to Yuuji or break his wrist if Choso attempted to give him a caress on the head. And no, Choso is not exaggerating this. He has tried before, multiple times! But Sukuna would do the first or second option, with the bonus one being a headbutt to his abdomen.

Consider: Has Choso paid for Sukuna’s medical treatments when needed? Of course!

He showed his face in the principal’s office when Sukuna broke a random kid’s nose and left him in the hospital too. Choso was the one hearing the scolding and then said ‘I’m sorry. It won’t happen again’, and one week later he would attend again to repeat the same speech.

Choso’s whole personality is that he is the oldest brother. He’s proud about it. Delighted. Whatever positive adjective anyone could think about. He adores his little brothers, but there is no denial that Yuuji is his favorite because the boy is like a Pomeranian. He’s cute, gentle, and his heart is made of gold. Choso has the urge of protecting him, especially because his baby brother is not someone who asks for help. He just does whatever he needs and hides it if he’s struggling.

He would literally commit arson for Yuuji or chop his own tongue with a pair of scissors before allowing something happening to him.

So, forgive him if Choso is excited about Christmas.

Finally, after one year! Which translates as seven years in Choso’s mind, Yuuji is going to spend two whole weeks with them. TWO. That’s almost a month. No university, no part-time jobs, no responsibilities to make it difficult for them to hold a conversation that doesn’t pass the five minutes mark. Two weeks for Choso to take Yuuji shopping, cook together, watch silly movies, buy him snacks, listen to him, play baseball in the back yard, build a snowman, and finally taste Yuuji’s dishes!

Oh, Choso cannot wait!

“Stop that. You’re disgusting.” Sukuna, Yuuji’s evil reflection, growls. “Just stop moving around or cover your head with a plastic bag.”

“Do you mean a paper bag?”

“No, a plastic one.”

Choso scoffs but doesn’t pay much attention.

Instead of helping him Sukuna is watching an average show that he is probably not even paying attention to. In fact, while laying down in the sofa, Sukuna seems more entertained by his phone than the protagonists of the drama.

Choso is more intrigued than him to know if Lim Joo-Kyung is going to end up with Lee Su-Ho or Han Seo-Joon.

“You should stand up and help me.” Choso answers. He stops cleaning the family picture that is hanging from the wall to look at his brother. “Yuuji’s arrival is just around the corner and everything needs to be perfect.”

“It is not like he doesn’t know the fucking house, Choso.” Sukuna looks up and rolls his eyes at him. “I’m sure he’s not going to look under the sofa or behind the pictures to catch dust.”

Ah, what a curse Sukuna and Yuuji share a face.

It breaks Choso’s heart to have his baby brother looking like that.

“You’re way too relaxed about this.” Choso continues, going for the next picture: Yuuji again. “Aren’t you checking if he has arrived? You’re supposed to pick him up from the train station, but I still see you in your sweatpants and shirt. Please, tell me you’re not going wearing flip-flops again.”

Tragically, Choso has been banned from picking Yuuji from the train station.

During Yuuji’s freshman year, he decided to visit them with the friends he did at university. He wanted to show them his hometown, it seemed. Choso, over excited and ready to celebrate Yuuji’s first visit, created a giant sign that read ‘Welcome home, Yuuji’ with balloons and some drawings he made himself. It was impossible for him to limit himself. It was the first time in their lives that Yuuji has lived away from home, so he wanted his baby brother to know how loved he was. Choso thought it was cute and heartwarming, but Yuuji’s adjectives were close to embarrassing and horrible.

(He didn’t say horrible, but Choso’s mind translated it like that.)

Yuuji said this couldn’t happen again and that he preferred for Choso to not take him to the train station. Neither to receive him, nor say his farewell. Heartbroken, Choso has begged on his knees (not exaggerating here) and said he wouldn’t create a sign ever again, that the balloons could be forgotten, that he was going to behave, but Yuuji was ruthless and commented he preferred Sukuna to being the one picking him up.

Sukuna wasn’t excited about the decision either.

“He said it wasn’t necessary.” Sukuna answers. He supports his head on his hand and rest on his side. In a swift movement, shows his screen to Choso who must get closer and squint his eyes to read the messages. “I asked him at what hour he was arriving, and I was ready to tell him that I was going late, as usual, but he said that it won’t be necessary. That he is going to come here directly.”

Knowing fully well Sukuna cannot be trusted, Choso reads:

Me [15.05pm]

>>hey

>> at what hour do you arrive?

>> If you left me on read, I will end you

Brat [15.06pm]

>>omw already!!!

>>Don’t worry about the hour

>>I’ll go on my own ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Me [15.07pm]

>>ok

>>bring me dumplings

Choso almost drops the ceramic elephant he has been holding.

“Okay?” He repeats. “You just let him?”

Has the world gone mad?

Sukuna scoffs and goes back to look at his phone. If Choso wasn’t so scared of him (he is not, of course) he would confiscate it as punishment.

“I wasn’t going to beg him. He’s not five. He lived here for eighteen years, I’m sure he knows how to get home from the crappy station.”

“Aaaagh!”

He feels weak.

Choso places a hand on the shelf by his head and supports himself to not fall to the ground.

His heart hurts.

He must close his eyes for ten whole seconds and then focus on the cutest picture of Yuuji he can find.

It ends up being a six-years old Yuuji, smiling and showing oof a medal after winning a school race.

“Agh… My heart- I think I’m going to get sick…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you now?”

“No, stop talking like that while having Yuuji’s face…” Choso mutters. He needs to focus in six-years old Yuuji being happy and cute. Sadly, Sukuna keeps on talking. “There it is! It’s getting worse! Oh, God, just end me already-“

He is not going to be able to finish cleaning the house before Yuuji arrives. It’s a disaster. He needs to lay down and calm his heart before getting inside the kitchen to cook. He feels weak. What’s wrong with the world?

It’s almost six in the afternoon and Yuuji must be close.

How is he going to know at what hour exactly he is arriving if he cannot calculate the trip from the moment Sukuna leaves to pick him up?

Scared, Choso opens his eyes and watches Sukuna who is sitting on the sofa.

“I can’t…” Choso almost sobs. “Why do you look so s-similar to Yuuji, but the rest is wrong? Agh! My cute Yuuji would never do such an awful expression! You let our baby brother on his own! What if something bad happens to him from the train station?”

“That’s it! I’m killing you right now and painting the walls with your blood!”

Sukuna jumps from the sofa and lands on top of him like a monkey. Choso doesn’t have the time to escape him, so he ends up being tossed to the other side of the room and that’s when Choso decides to stand up and defend himself. There’s no way in which he will allow Sukuna to ruin his cleaning progress. Especially when Yuuji is going to arrive at any moment.

The challenge of fighting Sukuna is not only his strength, but it’s like facing Yuuji.

He cries again thinking that.

“Aaaagh, no, my cute Yuuji!”

“You’re sick!”

Sukuna pulls at his hair and Choso, by accident, hits a flowerpot with his elbow.

They are in the middle of that when the doorbell rings.

Both stop in their track and exchange a look.

Choso is the first to separate and fixes his hair. Is it Yuuji or just the neighbors again because they are concerned about a robbery? Choso is not happy with the idea of having to explain to police, once again, that nobody broke into their home. But it couldn’t be Yuuji, right? Yuuji has his own copy of keys for the entrance. He wouldn’t need to ring the bell.

Sukuna shrugs when Choso gives him a look.

No clue either.

He walks to the entrance as silently as he can and avoids falling with their sneakers pilled in the genkan.

Before he completely opens the door, he hears:

“Hello, aniki, I’m home!”

Ah, Choso feels as if spring has arrived! The flowers are blooming, animals are singing, climate change has reversed, and Shingeki no Kyojin didn’t have a shitty ending!

Yuuji is home!

Choso opens the door more, attention focused on how good he looks. Is he a little skinnier? Choso hopes not! He should eat properly! He’s going to make sure of giving him all the snacks he wants. Oh! Yuuji looks adorable with his black, puffy jacket, and the red scarf around his neck and the pretty smile of his and-

“Hello there, nii-san.” An unknown voice says.

Just like that, the world is hell again.

Choso feels as if winter is entering through his soul.

His eyes finally move from Yuuji to the figure standing next to him. He didn’t even see it. He thought it was a tree. An ugly and scrappy one. The man is tall, and he has white hair. What is this? An idol? Does he have albinism or trying to be edgy? Who wears sunglasses in the middle of winter? And when it’s cloudy, close to night above all!

The tree smiles, takes his sunglasses off, and puts them in the pocket of his long coat.

Why is this alien addressing him with the word only Yuuji can say?

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” The tree says and his fucking arm goes to round Yuuji’s shoulders. Choso has a beautiful vision of him finding the butcher knife in the kitchen to chop off the hand of this random. “Yuuji has talked a lot about you.”

“Ah.”

Not like ah of ‘oh? Really? I’m glad, tell me more while I prepared you a cup of tea, please’ but like ‘what the fuck are you talking about? Who are you? Why are you touching him? Why are you in our house? Why are you so tall and your hair is so white? Why are you addressing him so casually?’

Choso’s mind is malfunctioning.

“He was excited about coming.” The tree continues.

He really doesn’t care.

“Yes!” Yuuji, his cute brother, exclaims and claps his hands together. “I wanted Satoru-san to come and spend the holidays with us. He drove us all the way here, nii-san. So, here we are. Come on, Satoru-san, let’s enter. It’s cold. Take off your boots. Give us room, nii-san.”

“Excuse me~”

Choso’s mind is not working properly. Please, please, Gods in Heaven (or Hell, whoever wants to listen to him), tell him that he hit his head too harsh against the floor or that Sukuna kicked him in the chin and now he’s unconscious.

Is this a friend? No, it cannot be. Choso has memorized all his friends. Yuuji has a lot, but just a bunch he considers close-close. It wouldn’t be an issue if they were here, but Yuuji would have said it. They are too familiar with each other to be less than friends. This guy looks older, for sure. Is he a loli-con? A pedo? Does Choso need to call the police? He can. He has the number in fast speed dial.

Yuuji said his name is Satoru. Satoru what? Is that his first name? Are they in first name basis now?

Oh, this is worse than what he imagined.

Choso doesn’t have any other option but to press his back to the wall and give them space. He goes back, entering the hallway and going deeper inside the house. Sukuna hasn’t moved from the living room, but he’s observing with attention the scene unfold in front of them.

Yuuji takes his sneakers off and put them next to Satoru-san’s boots. He smiles and even helps him take out his long coat. Who wears such a long coat? What’s the purpose of it beside being long? Is it because he’s tall?

“Yuuji.” Choso finally says. His brother looks up, too close to this Satoru guy. The other keeps on smiling and Choso doesn’t like it. “You didn’t tell us you’re going to be accompanied…”

“Ah, yeah! I just couldn’t wait for you to meet each other.” Yuuji sing songs. He points at one and then the others. “Aniki, Sukuna, this is Satoru-san. He’s my… uhm, well-“

“His boyfriend.” The guy says and, once again, he dares to round Yuuji’s shoulders with his long arm. “I’m Gojo Satoru, it’s really nice to meet you.”

Inside his head, Choso screamed into the abyss.

To quote Green Day’s song: Wake him up when September this moment ends.

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“Yuuji, what about my dumplings?”

“Well, I didn’t go to the station, so I didn’t pass the store.”

“Damn brat, I specifically asked you to bring me dumplings. What’s wrong with you?”

“Why don’t you go and buy them on your own?”

“Un-fucking-believable, remember how I helped you being born? Now it’s payback time, bitch.”

“You just say that because gramps said you were holding my ankle during birth! As far as I know, you could have been trying to choke me with the umbilical cord!”

“I wish I had! I should have ate you in the womb!”

“Take that back! I’ll stomp your Badtz-Maru keychain!”

“Don’t you fucking dare putting him in this, Yuuji! I’ll cut your throat off!”

“If it’s too much of an issue-“ A voice suddenly cuts through the flames of hell. “-I could go and get the dumplings. There’s no need to make a fuss. I already feel bad about coming here empty handed.”

“Oh, Satoru-san, please. You don’t need to.” Yuuji says and his whole voice changes while doing so. Choso, with blood in his eyes, observes how Yuuji’s hand goes to land in Satoru’s arm in a comforting manner. “Sukuna is just being his usual self. Just ignore him.”

“Oh, go take it in the ass.”

“Besides, I don’t think you can enter the category of empty handed.”

Yuuji is right.

Choso observes the three packages of gifts that Satoru has brought: One for each one of them. Heck, he doesn’t want to be picky about it, but he saw that Yuuji’s one was the smallest. What kind of partner is this Satoru guy being? Didn’t he buy his precious Yuuji something worthy?

He must be that kind of dude. He swears if it’s a coupon or a chocolate box he will kick him out of the house.

Added to those, Satoru has brought two bottles of a very nice wine, meat, snacks, pastries from Hokkaido (is this guy serious?), a plant, and even a sake.

Choso is not sure what to do with an avocado tree, but Satoru seems to be the kind of person whose logic is the more extravagant, the better.

He also brought a suitcase.

Choso would think in capital letters if that was allowed.

“Well, Yuuji, if he wants to go and buy the dumplings you should let him.” Choso intervenes, trying very hard for his voice to be neutral. He says this while taking a knife so he can cut the meat for dinner. Nobody needs to know that he got the bigger one just in case. “You know Sukuna can get grumpy.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“Yeah, Yuuji, I don’t have any problem. It will be quick. With the car it will be like five minutes. It’s the store close to the station, right? I’ll be back in a second.”

Yeah, fucking leave, Choso thinks.

The moment he’s out of the door he will make sure of closing with the lock.

For Choso’s nightmare, Yuuji makes an expression that can be equal to a kicked puppy. It makes Choso’s heart almost die. He sees, while cutting the meat, that Yuuji gets one step closer to Gojo and holds the sleeve of his blue jersey. It makes the trick for Gojo to look down at him.

“I’m worried you’ll get lost, Satoru-san.” Yuuji says. In parallel to them, pressing his upper body in the kitchen island, Sukuna makes a barf gesture. “I’ll go with you.”

“Aaaah, you really don’t need to.”

“I want to.” Yuuji insists and finally, he smiles, and the room is bathed in summer light. “Maybe dumplings are not a bad idea. I can show you around a little bit while Choso-nii prepares the dinner.”

What?

“Yuuji, shouldn’t we help your brother?”

“Oh, aniki has always enjoyed cooking on his own.” Yuuji comments and without letting go of Satoru’s sleeve he turns to look at Choso. The smile in his face is playful. “Right? You’re always kicking me out and not letting me help you. Cooking is like therapy for him.”

“I… I-“

That’s not the case! Choso wants to scream. He never wanted to kick Yuuji, and cooking is not his therapy, or whatsoever! He only didn’t allow Yuuji in the kitchen because he feared the other hurting himself. Yuuji is too precious. He was born to be taken care off and not the other way around. While Choso lives, Yuuji won’t even need to get his fingers wet.

Sukuna bursts in a loud laugh.

“See? He’s fine! Right, aniki? We will buy some desserts so don’t worry about that.” Yuuji says, pulling Satoru with him to the door. “We’ll be back soon!”

Choso is abandoned and just Sukuna’s laugh is heard.

He wants to cry.

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Dinner arrives before Choso wanted it.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with Yuuji or hear his beautiful praises about his cooking (Choso has been practicing, so everything is perfect for him). It would be amazing if it was just the three of them. Choso had everything planned since this morning: They were going to have dinner, talk, and then watch a Christmas romcom together while eating popcorns.

Gojo Satoru being added ruined everything, though.

Yuuji’s attention is completely on him.

“So… Gojo.” Choso says, playing with his chopsticks. Yuuji has already said ten times how good his dinner is tonight. “How old are you?”

“Aniki…”

“What? I just want to know.”

“I’m thirty-three.” Satoru smiles easily, as if flexing his age is a good thing.

“Damn! You’re old.” Sukuna exclaims and then he laughs loudly. Yuuji frowns at him. “What? He is, Yuuji. He is like ten years older than you. Explain the situation to me before I call the police. I read that’s called grooming these days.”

“Sukuna, drop it.” Yuuji says.

Yuuji is trying his best to kick Sukuna under the table. Choso knows because he has lived this situation multiple times before. Their usual spots haven’t changed: Choso sitting to the side that’s closer to the kitchen, Sukuna next to him and Yuuji in front. Now that have an incomer Gojo Satoru has taken the position next to Yuuji.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Gojo Satoru says, and the bastard has the audacity to laugh. “Yuuji-kun always said that he likes me older than him.”

Choso’s eye starts twitching.

“Gross.” Sukuna whispers.

“How did you two met? I don’t think at college.” Choso says, hoping to be right. Is Satoru a professor? He is in the age for that. He doesn’t think is a student. Oh, please, he really hopes he is not a student who is very behind the education process. Unless it’s medicine because that would make sense, but even if Gojo Satoru is a neurosurgeon he’s not having his approval. “Yuuji, you never mentioned dating anyone.”

“Ah, well, we met… A year ago?” Yuuji answers, scratching his cheek and Choso notices how he is blushing. “It wasn’t at university. Satoru-san is already working.”

“Yuuji worked as a barista in my favorite coffee shop.” Satoru simply answers and Choso notices how he is kicking to the side all the steamed vegetables. “He was very charismatic and sweet- “

“Oh God, end me…”

“Sukuna!”

“-So, after seeing him for a while I decided to talk to him more.” Satoru finishes and then he smiles as if he has discovered fire. “It took me some time to convince him of going out with him, but I can be very persuasive.”

“So, it was grooming. Did you pay him?”

“Sukuna, stop.” Yuuji hisses and finally a kick is landed.

Sukuna jumps on his spot, curses at his twin and reaches over the table to grab him, but Yuuji is faster and pulls back.

Choso sighs, but he’s feeling way too affected by the scary story he just heard to do his older brother’s duty and stop those two.

He imagines his sweet Yuuji working his crappy barista job. He remembers how he commented about being hired close to the apartment that Choso rented for him and although he tried to make him change his mind, Yuuji was stubborn and said he wanted to gain money. It wasn’t fair, he said, that he was always receiving and didn’t even gain money to buy goodies if he wished for.

Choso explained to him that if Yuuji wanted to buy whatever he only needed to tell him how much it was, but Yuuji said that was ridiculous.

So, Choso’s imagination went to that moment of his poor little brother being exploited in a shitty coffee shop. The day was probably gray: fat, heavy clouds in the sky, thunder, and rain wetting everything. When Gojo Satoru entered the place, a baby started crying and then, he had the audacity to reach the counter and stalk his sweet, innocent Yuuji.

Oh no, what did he do?

Choso should have stopped Yuuji from working.

This is worse than what he imagined.

Choso doesn’t notice he has dozen off until his ears catch a keyword.

“So, you’re not staying tonight?” Sukuna asks, voice calmer now.

“Oh, well, I don’t want to interrupt or make things awkward.” Yuuji answers. Choso looks at him and feels like yelling. Gojo Satoru starts munching the meat, forgetting about everything that’s fresh on his plate. He doesn’t even bother to look up. The bastard. “There’s not a spare room here, so Satoru-san made a reservation in the hostal on the other side of the town.”

“Why do you need a spare room? You two are a couple already. What is this, the nineties?” Sukuna scoffs and takes another dumpling to his mouth. Although Yuuji said he brought for sharing, Sukuna hast put them next to him and hasn’t even attempted to offer them. “Just share your room. The bed is big enough for that… But you know what? Better if you’re out. I don’t want to listen to you having sex.”

“Sukuna!”

“Yuuji.”

Choso is going to have a brain bleeding.

He decides to do the smart thing and ignore the word sex that has been used in the same sentence as Yuuji. He has decided of taking one crisis at a time and the closest is Yuuji spending time outside the house. That cannot be. It doesn’t matter if he’s with the Antichrist himself, Choso will receive him if Yuuji is sharing time with him.

Choso has been dreaming about this day for weeks, he’s not going to lose it to some background character.

“You should totally stay.” Choso forces the sentence to be nice and welcoming. He hopes he is smiling. For now, the only thing he can do is curve his mouth and squeeze his fists under the table. “Like, really, this is your home, and you have your room… There’s no issue if your… Your…” Choso is going to cough out blood. “Well, if Gojo stays. We are happy to welcome you.”

You, as only Yuuji.

Gojo Satoru could sleep in the backyard for all he cares.

Yuuji’s eyes go wide, and he seems concern for a second, but he’s so damn cute Choso wants to snap a picture right there.

“Really? You don’t mind, Choso-nii?”

“Of course not.” Choso lies and he laughs. Ha, ha, ha. Please, give him an Oscar already. “It’s Christmas. We have always spent it together. Call the hostal and cancel.”

Yuuji stands up and he’s smiling big, wide. Choso can see his teeth and the way in which his cheeks are blushed that cute way of his. Suddenly, Choso is in paradise when Yuuji rounds the table and goes to hug him by the neck.

Please, hug him more.

Choso almost closes his eyes and enjoys the moment. Yuuji’s arms are strong around his neck, and he’s been tossed a little bit, but he doesn’t care. Yuuji smells like home and Choso knows he would be able to endure the most horrible hell just to have this reaction.

“Thank you, onii-chan!”

The world has stopped moving.

This is happiness.

Choso is about to hug Yuuji too. It’s been such a long time since he has done it. It’s been eternal since Yuuji, in person, has called him that name. Hearing it face to face is not the same as in a recording! Choso is grateful to all his videos he has and the audio for his birthday three years ago, but this is paradise.

However, before he can even move his arms, Yuuji is releasing him and getting away from him.

Life is cold again.

Yuuji takes out his phone and walks in the direction to the kitchen.

“I’ll make the cancelation. I’ll be back!”

And like that, he disappears in the other room with the phone pressed to his ear.

The three of them are left in an uncomfortable and tense silence that’s only broken by Sukuna’s loud chewing.

Choso observes Gojo Satoru better.

He must be what people, objectively, consider h-handsome-

“AH! Fucking gross, Choso! You’re spitting blood!”

-He thought about it when he saw it, well, kind of thought about it. He’s uglier than Yuuji for sure. Choso now can look at him with more detail. The clothes he’s wearing seem expensive. Choso knows because he has window shopping in the past to get Yuuji a nice gift; he’s sure he can recognize an expensive garment when he sees it. Probably, Gojo Satoru is trying to make a good impression, but the only thing Choso thinks of him is how stupid he is.

He wishes he could stab him with his eyes only.

Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be affected by the heavy silence. In fact, he drinks water as if nothing is wrong.

“So, Gojo Satoru…” Choso starts because he’s unable to keep quiet. This must be the only opportunity for him to warn this dude of stepping the fuck back, or well, no. He cannot do that. If he does it in a direct way, Yuuji is going to be angry at him and he doesn’t want that. “Yuuji said you’re working. What do you do?”

Bang, a cliché question that needed to be done.

Satoru won’t be able to tell Choso hates him and will judge him with whatever answer he says.

He’s a genius.

“Oh, I’m a consultant.” Satoru’s reply comes easily, and he flashes a smile.

Choso hates him.

“Ah.” Choso nods. A consultant is another cliché career. Probably, Satoru did it because of the possible high status it can create but everyone and their mothers today want to have a job like that. Politics is too crowded to be successful. There’s a high chance Satoru has a shitty and boring office job, but he doesn’t want to admit it. “It’s a safe job, right? In an office is difficult to be kicked out fast.”

“I guess, but I don’t work in an office, nii-chan- ”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I’m an international consultant and I don’t work for just one client.” Satoru says and he laughs. Choso wants to kick him in the face. “I receive opportunities, and I take them, but just if they are interesting enough. Who wants to do something boring, right? Office work is not for me… Sitting behind a desk and looking at papers all day? End me! My assistant does that for me. I receive and go to meetings because there’s nothing better than shutting the mouth of old and stupid people.”

Choso doesn’t want to know anymore. It’s evident Gojo Satoru is showing off.

However, the man keeps on talking:

“The last one was related to a bio-tech company, woooow, they were a pain! Discussions from one side of the globe to another one, and I was called to a meeting with the CEOs and had to tell them ‘Your main problem here is trust’. I swear, they were stuck in that situation for weeks and I just needed two days to pull it back together. It’s because for them it was all about the money when the real issue was how useful this was for people.” Gojo Satoru sighs dramatically and even shakes his head. This man must be joking. “I even had to go live on t.v, but this was in Singapore’s one, to explain that this technology wasn’t about hacking anyone’s brain- Because, you see, people feared mind-control, but! It was like fixing the internet connection.”

Choso is silenced because he doesn’t know what to say. In all honesty, he’s not sure if he can believe this man.

Gojo Satoru appearing on t.v? Attending meetings that are for international companies? He cannot believe him. It must be some type of sketch he has practiced getting on his good side. Gojo probably wants to soften him, making him believe that he’s a good match for his Yuuji when in fact, the only thing he’s showing is how much a liar he is.

“So, you’re like a fat fish, aren’t you?” Sukuna barks. He takes a dumpling with his bare hands and throw it in Satoru’s direction. “Take this, you’ve earned it. Who would have said that my dumb, little brother would get a sugar daddy like you. I bet you fly in first class and have a house by the seaside with a private beach.”

“Well, I don’t have that yet, but I have a house in Hokkaido and- “ 

“Jeez, stop fucking talking for a minute.”

This must be a joke.

“I’m back!” Yuuji arrives and his eyes doesn’t seem suspicious. He walks behind Satoru and goes back to his seat. “They say there’s no problem. So, the cancellation is ready and… Did something happen?”

Choso shakes his head.

“Not at all, Yuuji-kun, why do you ask?” Satoru says and his tone is so fucking sweet Choso wants to throw up. “We were just talking with your brothers. They have been very nice to me.”

“Have they?” Yuuji’s eyes scan each one of them and Choso forces the smile back on his face. Finally, his squinted gaze stops on Sukuna who is licking his fingers without a single concern. “What did you do? Why did you give him one of your dumplings? You didn’t even share with me.”

“I was just welcoming my rich brother-in-law, is there an issue with that?”

“Ah! Sukuna! Stop being sarcastic!”

“I am not. Why you didn’t tell us you had a sugar daddy, Yuuji? Two months ago, I asked for your help to buy something, and you said you were broke, but you have a walking wallet right next to you.”

“You’re a nuisance. Satoru-san is not that.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed. In fact, congratulations. I never thought you had it on you to pull such a strong move.”

“I swear-“

Choso should stop them, but he doesn’t feel like it.

He’s having an aneurism.

He watches Gojo Satoru, right there in front of him, and their eyes meet for a second.

It feels like this tree is having a silent war with him.

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“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, aniki, I’m sorry but I’m a little tired today and prefer heading to bed.”

Choso wants to cry.

He doesn’t want to make his sadness too obvious, but his heart is breaking the more Yuuji keeps on talking. He’s okay, though, he can endure it. He can understand whatever need of his cute, little brother.

“But…”

Yet, it is so difficult to let go.

For context, after dinner Yuuji has said he would help cleaning. Choso would have declined, but it was a great opportunity to spend some time only with Yuuji. The issue was that Gojo Satoru wanted to join, saying something that it would have been impolite not helping in one way or another. But Choso was smarter and suggested Gojo should get used to the house, put his stuff in Yuuji’s room (the audacity!) and get comfortable (as if).

Yuuji had been delighted with the idea and grabbing Gojo’s hand, went in a small tour around the house. Then, some minutes after, Yuuji had come back to the kitchen and started with the cleaning process.

It was a precious moment Choso enjoyed. They talked about this and that: Yuuji’s school, his friends, fun stuff he has done, his part-time job, his activities when he comes back to university. They talk about everything, but Gojo Satoru and Choso prefers it like that because he doesn’t want to hear his name anymore.

The kitchen was almost ready when Choso asked what movie they were going to watch. It was a tradition, after all. They would have dinner, chat, and then they would get together in the living room and watch whatever with some snacks.

But Yuuji declined.

Choso thought he had heard wrong.

“We can do it tomorrow.” Yuuji says, drying his hands with a clean towel. “I woke up early today because Satoru-san wanted to have everything perfect for the trip, and we stopped to sightsee, so I’m a little tired. I’m sure Satoru-san is too. I prefer heading to bed and being ready for tomorrow.”

“Ah, of course.”

So, it’s all Gojo Satoru’s fault.

“Tomorrow?” Choso asks.

“Aren’t we going to do our snowman building competition?” Yuuji asks and he’s smiling. It’s beautiful. “It’s enough one tradition is broken, but I have practiced all year for that one!”

“O-oh, yeah, yeah, of course, Yuuji. We are going to do that.”

“Yey, then, I’ll head out to bed. Goodnight, Choso-nii.”

Choso’s heart is being stepped all over, but he doesn’t have the courage to beg more. He can just smile and wish Yuuji a goodnight too. There’s no need for his cute, little brother to know Choso had everything prepared for their movie watching session. It’s not his fault, after all, it was that fucking Gojo Satoru who ruined everything.

He sighs loudly once Yuuji is gone.

As usual, Sukuna appears out of nowhere and it’s already eating the popcorns that were supposed to be for Yuuji.

“So… Do you think they are going to have sex tonight?” Sukuna asks and he’s smiling. Choso’s blood goes cold. “Yuuji’s bed is not king size, so for sure they will be close… Ha, do you think he’s like that?”

“Don’t even mention it again.” Choso hisses, hitting his head against the fridge to erase such obscure image. “Don’t even talk about that.”

“You’re an idiot if you think they haven’t done it before. The guy is a fucking millionaire and Yuuji is well, him. There’s something he must gain in return, and we both know that our idiot is not top material. That ass is bottom from here to the end of the world.”

“Oh, shut up!”

Sukuna burst out in a loud laugh and leaves the kitchen, ready to plop in the sofa and do whatever he does beside being mean and evil.

But Choso’s brain is unable to stop such logic: They probably had intercourse before. Oh, God, the idea is horrible. Yuuji is pure like an angel and Gojo Satoru is the devil. He cannot stain his brother like that! Not on his watch. Choso doesn’t believe Yuuji would do it there… (God, he cannot even think about it! Erase such thought).

It’s going to be fine.

It’s going to be cool.

Choso walks the house in a zombie mode and when going to his own bedroom, passes Yuuji’s closed door.

He hears laughing inside.

He wants to yell.

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“Aniki, are you okay? You look tired.”

“I’m fine, Yuuji, it’s nothing.”

“Seriously? If you don’t feel well, maybe you should head inside and rest. It’s going to be warmer.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m having fun.”

“Okay. If you say so.”

Choso tries his best to smile normally, but it’s true that he’s tired and the day is colder than he expected. For that reason, today they have enough snow to build their army of snowmen in the backyard. It’s noon already and Yuuji is having fun, at least. Choso is happy with that. If his sweet, little brother is happy then he can ignore the stupid Gojo Satoru rounding around him like a lost and creepy oversized puppy.

Or not a puppy, Gojo is uglier than one.

Choso needs to google an ugly and annoying animal to compare him to.

They have decided to make their snow building a competition and of course, Choso will do everything in his power to make Yuuji the winner: He has done an ugly body for the snowman, and he made sure of having an asymmetric face. Yuuji laughed while seeing his building process, saying that there was no way in which he was going to lose and Choso did his part, acting as he was giving his all.

Gojo Satoru didn’t seem to get the memo because, from the beginning, he stated he was going to kick Yuuji’s ass. In fact, what he has been building looks more like a sculpture than a snowman done by a random.

It makes him mad.

Yet, that’s not the only issue.

Choso is tired because he couldn’t sleep properly. First, it was the constant thought of Yuuji sharing a bed with Gojo Satoru and who knows what was happening behind that closed door. The idea of stupid Gojo even attempting to kiss or touch his brother made his blood boil. Choso had to do his best to not press his ear against the door. A part of him feared doing it and hearing something that was going to be impossible to be erased, but the other one couldn’t just let it go and for that reason he did constant trips to the bathroom during the night, just so he could walk in front of Yuuji’s door and pay attention to something weird.

Another thing is that Choso searched for Gojo’s name on the internet.

Hell, the guy is famous. How can that be possible? His name is plastered in articles, and he seems to be popular among some netizens because he’s, yikes, handsome.

That’s what people wrote about him.

Not that Choso shares their thoughts.

Gojo Satoru is NOT handsome! His eyes are too blue and unnatural, and his hair too white. He looks like a grandpa! And he’s too tall. It makes him look lanky like a skinny tree.

He is the definition of a wendigo.

“Uhm, I think I’m not going to win this year.” Yuuji suddenly says and it takes Choso out of his mind. “Satoru-san, you didn’t tell me you were so good at doing this.”

“What can I say? I’m a man with multiple talents and Hokkaido is very famous for its snow, Yuuji, I grew up doing this.”

Someone, please end Choso’s suffering right here.

He squeezes the head of his snowman hard enough to destroy it. He imagines that being Gojo Satoru’s skull. He wants to erase that smile from his face.

How dare he making Yuuji look this sad?

But Choso has the solution! He’s here! He will go to Yuiji’s side and hug him. He will cheer him up and tell him about preparing him some hot choco. That will make him feel better. They can go out and enjoy some brotherly time together without stupid Gojo Satoru. In fact, while cheering Yuuji and drying his tears, Choso can tell him how evidently a terrible pick he is and Yuuji will break up with him, and-

Oh no.

Yuuji is suddenly not sad anymore. He’s laughing and going to Gojo’s side. The man looks down at Yuuji and smiles back, slightly touching Yuuji’s cheek with his fingertips and making the other jump in place while complaining that he’s way too cold.

Choso walks to them and stands in the middle, acting as if he’s looking at Gojo’s creation.

“Uhm, I don’t know, Yuuji. We cannot decide yet if he’s the winner…”

“It’s a very good snowman, though.”

“I don’t know. We need an unbiased opinion. What if we go and ask Sukuna to help us?”

“Please.” Yuuji snorts. “Sukuna is still sleeping for what I know.”

“Then, there’s no way of knowing who the winner is.” Choso says and acts his best as if he’s disappointed. He looks at Gojo, standing right next to him. “Sorry. But it is what it is.”

“No problem, nii-san.”

Oh, how Choso hates when Gojo calls him that.

“Then, let’s go back inside.” Yuuji suggests and he’s tugging at the sleeve of Satoru’s expensive coat. The tip of his little brother’s nose is already red. He looks adorable. “We should eat lunch and with Satoru-san we thought about going around to have a look at the town. After, we can come back to help with dinner. Is it okay with you, aniki?”

“I-“

Choso is not okay with that proposal.

What can he do?

He doesn’t want Yuuji leaving his side! What is this? It’s going to turn into a terrible Christmas movie, the type where the protagonists end up kissing somewhere full of lights and decorations. What if this Satoru guy makes Yuuji not come back ever? Choso refuses staying at the house and letting his imagination run wild.

No.

He must do something.

He’s the oldest and wisest. It’s his duty to protect his baby brother.

Like the hero of a tale, Choso says:

“I’m coming too! I need to…”

Think, Choso, think. Anything. Something. Whatever!

“The supermarket. I forgot some stuff-“

“You?” Yuuji laughs. “Who would have imagined that? Aniki, you always buy in advance!”

“Well, I didn’t consider having another guest.”

The word guest is said with clenched teeth, but Yuuji doesn’t seem to notice. He tilts his head, how cute, and seems to think about it. He seems to agree because he nods and whispers “I guess you’re right”, and then fucking Satoru says:

“Maybe we can buy it for you? I bet it’s going to be crowded everywhere, nii-san. I would hate knowing I ruined your Christmas schedule with my visit.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Choso replies.

You already ruined, that’s what he wants to say, but he doesn’t because Yuuji is looking at him with his doe eyes.

“Well, I guess there’s no issue of you tagging along, aniki.” Yuuji says and he smiles like the sunshine he is. Choso is sure one day someone is going to confuse him for the sun itself. “It’s going to be fun.”

“Yeaaah, fun.”

Choso is going to have fun.

Ruining Gojo Satoru’s day, that’s for sure.

ψ(｀∇´)ψ

“Okay, I get why aniki is coming, but why are you here?”

“Wasn’t going to stay behind.” Sukuna replies with an easy-going smile. He places his feet in the back of the front seat, hitting Yuuji’s head and making him yelp and then push him away telling him to behave, something about how that’s not his car. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.”

Choso feels a tic appearing in his right eye.

Honestly, he never thought Sukuna was going to tag. It takes at least five business days to ask him to be ready in the morning, but for some reason the moment they were close to the door and sure Sukuna was still sleeping, the other just appeared already dressed and saying where they were going, and that he needed for them to stop at a convenience store so he could buy breakfast.

“Hey, groomer, stop at the 7-Eleven. I need a coffee and bread.”

“Stop calling him that, Sukuna! And we are not stopping. Choso-nii needs to go to the supermarket and if we wait more it’s going to get more crowded.” Yuuji replies, turning in his seat to look at his twin. “You should have stayed home if you’re hungry.”

“There’s nothing to eat at home.”

“There’s literally everything to eat at home.”

“I’m not going to cook. That’s for pussies and bottoms. I’m a top.”

“Oh god, please shut up.”

“See? Bottom material, that’s why it affects you. You should have made breakfast for me. I’m older than you.” Sukuna laughs and then looks in Gojo’s direction, who has been extremely quiet and following the GPS direction. Who needs a GPS in their town? You only need one hour to visit everything they have. What an idiot. “Don’t you agree, Gojo?”

“Well, I agree Yuuji is a great cook. He’s better than most restaurants.”

“Aish, Satoru-san, you flatter me too much.”

Choso’s ears are going to bleed from this.

“Uhm, so you’re the kind of person who would do and say anything as long as you can wet it, right?”

“SUKUNA!”

Hell snaps.

Like when they were kids, Yuuji stretches his arm to try and grab Sukuna’s hoodie, but the other puts distance and raises his leg to press his feet to Yuuji’s shoulder. They are bickering and growling like kids. Although they seem to be fighting for real, Choso knows is just a way for them to interact. Yet usually, he would stop them because Yuuji is too precious to end up with even a bruise.

He’s about to do it when he stops himself and gets more comfortable in his seat behind Satoru Gojo.

This is great.

He’s going to look at how their family interaction can be and decide to flee. Choso knows Yuuji is perfect, but Sukuna can be hard to get to love.

This is going to scare him for good.

“Let me go, you brat! If you ruin my hoodie, you’re getting me a fucking new one!”

“You let go first! You came just to mess with me!”

“I swear to god, Yuuji, I fucking swear if we weren’t in a car right now, I would end you!”

“Yeah, yeah, try! See if you can!”

Choso does his best to hide his smile and attempts to look at Gojo’s face through the mirror. He doesn’t seem to react, until Choso sees a smile.

Is he having fun?

It cannot be.

Suddenly, the car stops and Choso notices they have parked in front of a convenience store.

The twins are grabbing each other’s hair and don’t pull away. Satoru, claps his hands and announces:

“Okay kids, let’s grab some breakfast and then we can do the chores. Shall we?”

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There’s only one client when they enter the 7-Eleven. The cashier greets them with a soft voice that only Yuuji and him reciprocate. Sukuna enters and goes straight to the side where the sandwiches are displayed, disappearing around the corner of the aisle.

Yuuji goes with him because of course, they could fight all they wanted but wherever Sukuna goes, Yuuji tags. It’s the same the other way around.

Choso still remembers how difficult it was for Yuuji to decide going to university far away from home.

“They get along very well, don’t they?”

Ugh.

Choso doesn’t want to answer to him.

Next to him Gojo Satoru stands in all his tall and ugly glory. There’s no way in which Choso can ignore the looks he’s receiving, even from the people walking outside the store. If Gojo notices this he makes a great job at hiding it.

“When Yuuji told me he has a twin I was surprised. It’s not common to meet twins in real life.” Gojo continues like an idiot. Doesn’t he notice Choso is not eager to talk with him? He doesn’t care about his impression. “Then he showed me a picture and wow, I was impressed. They look the same but are not. Do you know what I mean? I could totally recognize one from the other one.”

Of course you can, idiot.

That’s what Choso wants to say.

Yuuji and Sukuna are totally different. For beginners, they style their hair differently. Also, Sukuna is full of tattoos and piercings.

Because the sky is great and Choso received some positive karma from who knows where, Sukuna listened to him for once in his life and didn’t tattoo his face.

He started doing such atrocities behind his back when the twins were fifteen years old and Choso still remembers how much Yuuji cried because he thought Sukuna was trying to put distance between them. After all, even when people said they were different, technically they looked identical growing up. If both stood next to the other without saying a word and neutral face, even their grandpa would have issues recognizing them.

Not him, however. He could always tell them apart.

“I guess.” Choso answers.

He tries to stretch his neck so he can check at the twins at the back of the store. For sure, he can listen to them talking.

“I couldn’t thank you enough for accepting me to spend Christmas with you.”

At that, Choso turns his head to look at Gojo.

The taller man is smiling, but something in his eyes doesn’t sit well with him. What could it be? Perhaps, the fact that the man is the devil and Choso wants to kick his butt away from here? No, it’s something different.

Not only that.

“I know it must have been a surprise. I insisted Yuuji to let me come. He was a little anxious about introducing me to his family, but couldn’t I come here to meet you? He’s always talking about you.” Ah, life is a little bit better. Choso melts thinking about his baby brother talking about how much he misses him. “And I understand him now. You all seem very close to each other.”

“We are.”

Choso feels proud.

Of course they are close.

They are family and kin. Nothing would ever separate them. Yes! That’s right. They are always going to stick together through all the hardships of the world and that includes dealing with the devil himself.

Yes, Choso can do this.

Gojo smiles at him more and Choso feels electricity running down his spine, but before he can exorcise the creature in front of him, the twins are going to the cashier. Sukuna is carrying a can of coffee and two sandwiches.

Yuuji walks to them and the three decide to stand outside while waiting for Sukuna.

Choso is out of words.

“Is he paying?”

Sukuna? Paying without making a fuss about it?

Don’t get him wrong, but someone call the special forces! Or tell him where the cameras are in this sudden The Office’s episode.

Okay, Sukuna is not a horrible brother but whenever he makes something nice for others, he hides it and covers it as a task he was forced to do. Even with Yuuji, his favorite person in the world (although he would rather chew an oxidated nail than admitting it).

To illustrate, APA citation, when Yuuji was ten years old he got a terrible flu Choso fought for days because the fever wouldn’t go down and with their grandpa sick, it was difficult taking care of both. One evening Sukuna entered the room and threw a plastic bag full of medicine freshly bought, pushed Choso by his shoulder and said: “Get some rest, idiot, I’ll look after him. Geez, Yuuji, idiots are not supposed to get sick. How did you do it? Now I must stay with you”. And literally, Sukuna stood next to him until Yuuji felt better.

Another time for their birthday Sukuna got Yuuji a manga he wanted and couldn’t get, but instead of hanging it like a normal person he just threw it to his face and said: “I found it in the garbage, where it belongs just like you, but you can have it”. Although both Yuuji and Choso later saw the receipt inside the bag.

Choso knows very well how important Yuuji is for both and even if Sukuna acts nonchalant about it, he knows that the love Sukuna has for his twin is big.

Yet, when they all go outside together, Sukuna never pays for anything on his own.

Like, never.

Frequently he’s asking others to lend him money and doesn’t give it back.

Sukuna is always using the Uno reverse card of “I’m the oldest, brat” with Yuuji, but whenever it’s time to pay that logic flies outside the window.

“He said it was fine.” Yuuji raises his shoulders and goes to Gojo Satoru’s side. Choso feels an arrow being stuck in his heart. “Are you cold, Satoru-san?”

“Not at all.”

“What were you talking about before?”

“Oh, nothing.” Gojo answers and his stupid arm goes around Yuuji’s shoulders to press him closer. Oh, how dare he? Choso wants to cut it. “I was just talking with nii-san here about how much fun has it been meeting your family.”

Adorably, Yuuji smiles.

Choso wants to take a picture of that face and save it as his wallpaper. He would crop Gojo Satoru from it, though. Or better! He would get it and then make a voodoo doll of him so he can place needles in all his body. Choso will pay special attention to his balls, so he never tries to put his cock near Yuuji.

No, no, NO! He cannot think about Gojo touching Yuuji like that.

“AH! Aniki! What are you doing? Why did you hit your head against the wall?!”

Choso dries the blood from his temple and raises his thumb in Yuuji’s direction.

“I thought I saw a mosquito and had to kill it, so it didn’t bite you.”

“And you decided to use your head?!”

“How odd, a mosquito in winter,” says Satoru, almost singing, “Miyagi is a very curious place.”

“Okay, losers! I’m ready.” Sukuna steps out of the store carrying a plastic bag. Choso didn’t notice he’s wearing his stupid flip flops. How incredible. There’s still some snow here and there, but Sukuna walks around like he’s visiting a Hawaiian beach. “Here, brat, for you.”

“Oh? Wow, thank you.”

Yuuji catches the sandwich Sukuna threw in his direction without an issue.

Choso looks in Sukuna’s direction, but nothing else appears from the plastic bag.

He opens the coffee can and takes a big gulp.

“Well, it was very nice of you to buy Yuuji something.” Choso says just so he can say something.

He’s not lying. It is nice.

Choso is proud of Sukuna.

Maybe he didn’t fail Sukuna as an older brother!

“Yeah, it’s not usual of you to invite me things.” Yuuji says.

“Oh, don’t worry, your walking wallet invited us.”

The three of them wait in silence after that sentence.

Not a care in the world, Sukuna grabs his sandwich and does his best to open it with one hand. At the end, he uses his teeth. You know, like a savage. Sometimes Choso wonders how he could raise his brother so wrong.

Yuuji gets closer to him, visibly confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“I used his card.” Sukuna says, pointing at Gojo with his index. “Here, catch, NCP. I won’t use it anymore.”

Like a magician, with one movement Sukuna makes a plastic card appear in his hand and without even looking at the other throws it in Gojo’s direction.

The man grabs it, the smile not disappearing from his face. He looks at the card in his hand and then back at Sukuna, who is chewing on his snack without sweating.

“I’m impressed. You didn’t even get close to me.” Gojo comments and he doesn’t sound mad. The expression in his face is difficult to decipher. “I understand now why Yuuji is always talking about you.”

Yuuji, the boy in question, is not only out of words but the color that left his face comes back in full force as a violent red.

In a movement that could be seen in the NPB Yuuji throws his sandwich in Sukuna’s direction.

It’s a homeroom to his twin’s face.

Cream and fruits fly around.

“SUKUNA!”

Choso must hide his smile looking to another direction.

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“You don’t like him too?”

“Ah?”

“That man.” Choso says in Gojo Satoru’s direction. He’s following Yuuji around like an oversized insert-here-an-ugly-animal-Choso-needs-to-google-later.

Damn, maybe he should have paid more attention to those animal documentaries Sukuna sometimes plays as background noise.

Yikes, the only thing that idiot Gojo is doing is pushing the cart around while Yuuji does everything.

Talk about useless.

“Don’t you think he’s an asshole?”

“Oh, god, you’re doing that weird thing again, don’t you?” Sukuna barks.

As Yuuji said before, the supermarket is not overpacked yet.

Well, it was to be expected. Christmas is not such a popular celebration. It’s mostly for couples and families with young kids.

The moment they arrived Yuuji has taken the leadership because he knows what ingredients are the best. He also said something like:

“Don’t worry, I’ll find what we need so you can take it easy for a while.”

Then, he gifted Choso with the most beautiful smile.

In a normal situation Choso would have told him it wasn’t necessary and that they could go around the aisles together. It was something they have done multiple times since they were kids because Yuuji liked helping him in any way possible. Choso still remembers how Yuuji would be inside the cart, aiding Choso pick up the things that were in the upper shelves and then smile at him, showing him that this product was cheaper than the other one. Ah, how he misses that!

Yet… Right now, the idea of being close to the Gojo ‘Asshole’ Satoru for more time makes him sick.

“What weird thing?” Choso asks back, crossing his arms in front of his chest and slightly turning to look at Sukuna.

They have decided to follow the couple from a safe distance because Choso doesn’t trust Gojo’s intentions with his baby brother. Sukuna didn’t say anything at his decision. As always, he just shrugged and told Yuuji to buy him this-and-that. Choso doesn’t exactly know what this-and-that meant (oh, he hoped nothing illegal) but Yuuji had nodded and smiled.

Surprisingly, the twins only needed ten minutes of car ride to be good again. Although Sukuna was not apologetic about anything and his argument was something close to “Well, if he didn’t want his card to be used he shouldn’t have put it in such an easy place to take” (the easy place being the pocket in Gojo’s coat) and Yuuji had yelled “That’s STEALING for your information, you moron!”.

“You’re doing that weird, creepy, disgusting, disturbing, sickening, horrible- “

“I understand.”  

“-Obsessive thing of yours, Choso. Fuck, I was sure you have grown up from that.” Sukuna continues, hands in the pockets of his joggers. “That whenever there’s something involving Yuuji you get strangely obsessive and weird about it. You know how people call that? A brother complex! Weeb bastards can be weird about it because they usually do it with stupid cartoonish characters and they are already hated enough, but you’re trespassing it to real life and that’s wrong, Choso.”

Choso blinks, tilting his head to the side.

Him? A brother complex? Having a brother complex because he just wants the best for his brother and he loves him more than anything in the whole world?

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong- “Sukuna curses and passes a hand through his hair. “That Yuuji is an adult now and you’re older than him! You should act accordingly, loser.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong in wanting the best for my younger brother.” Choso says, not seeing Sukuna’s point at all. “I’m the oldest. I take care of both of you,” although Sukuna has never let him take care of him properly, “My duty is to lead you through the right path and make your life easier. I allow Yuuji to do his things and accompany him in what he picks, and now that I cannot see him as much as I would like of course, I feel eager to share with him. I don’t see anything wrong in loving your brother.”

“Hah! You say that to yourself, but honestly in the way in which you talk it seems like you would like to marry him! And that’s sick!”

“WHAT?”

Choso is having a nosebleed, an aneurism, and a heart attack all at the same time.

A brief, beautiful and angelic image of Yuuji as a housewife comes to his mind. No, not a housewife! Don’t get him wrong! How could he dare imagining something like that? But Choso imagines Yuuji with an apron, greeting and telling him “Welcome home, oni-chan! I made dinner for you!”, smiling beautifully and the world is perfect, amazing, brilliant!

But!

“How can you say that?! Yuuji is too young to get married!”

“Aaaah!”

Ah, before he knows, Sukuna is on the floor.

Did Choso pushed him too hard?

Meh, he’s going to survive.

“What’s wrong with you? Why did you fucking push me, retarded!”

“Don’t talk about Yuuji like that!” Choso yells back. “He’s too young to m-marry! To marry anyone, that’s it! He needs to finish his studies first, and have a good job, and an apartment and… When he marries someone, it needs to be a good person!”

Someone like him, yes! But not because Choso has a brother complex, whatever that is! Not at all! But because Yuuji should be worshipped and treated as the perfect thing he is! So, when he marries, it needs to be to someone who takes care of him as Choso does! A person who knows his favorite dishes, favorite program, goes to pick him up whenever he needs, helps him when he’s in trouble, finds him beautiful all the time, and patient, and a full list of etcetera’s!

If Choso needed to pick someone he knew, he would rather have Fushiguro Megumi taking that role.

Although he doesn’t like that idea either.

“You’re a sick bastard! Ah! I should have called social security when I had the opportunity so we could have been taken away from you, creep!”

“Apologize for talking about Yuuji like that!”

“I’m not apologizing for anything, you idiot, I’m going to knock out all of your teeth for pushing me to this dirty floor!”

Sukuna is about to jump onto him when suddenly, Yuuji’s figure appears between them.

It’s like an angel descending from heaven.

“What are you two doing? Are you fighting because of me? I heard my name.” Yuuji says, looking from Sukuna to Choso. He’s carrying a worried expression that Choso wants to erase, but he also wants to take a photograph of it because it’s adorable. “And you’re making the rest of customers uncomfortable… I don’t want you fighting when we are close to Christmas, okay? If it’s my fault then- “

“No.”

“Of course not.”

Choso and Sukuna say that at the same time.

For a brief second, they exchange a look.

Sukuna tsks, saves his hands in the pockets of his clothes and looks to the side, away from his twin’s eyes. Choso, on the other hand, clears his throat and stands in front of Yuuji with the best smile he can muster. He doesn’t want him to be worried, especially when Yuuji has been doing his best to help him. Choso can see the cart by his back (stupid Gojo is pressing his arms on it, observing the scene with that horrible expression of his) full of groceries.

Another glance around show Choso that, in fact, they have been catching the attention of some people.

He recognizes some customers because they have been living there their whole lives, so Choso gives the grandmas with who he usually chats on Wednesdays an apologetic look and a slight bow.

“We are not fighting, Yuuji. You know brothers don’t fight.” Choso says with a perfect, composed smile. The expression Yuuji gives tells him he doesn’t believe him. “Okay, well, yeah sometimes we fight but now we weren’t fighting and it’s not because of you at all. You don’t need to worry about anything, yeah?”

“Uhm… If you say so…” Yuuji whispers, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head.

“Yeah, brat, it was just a conversation.” Sukuna intercedes, getting close to him and passing an arm around his shoulder to press him closer. Yuuji whines because of the harsh movement, but he doesn’t get away. “Idiots shouldn’t worry about anything. Did you find what I asked?”

“Ah, yeah! I got everything. I think we can leave now.” Yuuji says, his smile coming back to his face. Choso can breathe properly again. “Otherwise, is going to become too late and the News said that there may be some strong snow today. I don’t want us driving in such condition.”

“Of course.” Choso agrees. Ah, his Yuuji is so smart and considerate. “So, should we head home now?”

“Wow.”

A shiver runs down Choso’s spine.

He looks back and finds Gojo observing them, sunglasses on top of his head.

“That’s good, nii-san and Sukuna-kun. You two shouldn’t fight. You don’t want to make Yuuji worried, right?” Satoru has the audacity to smile and clap his hands. Choso has seen the same action been done by kindergarten teachers when trying to catch the attention of the kids. “Ah, Yuuji, you don’t need to worry about them at all! They were just being playful and probably bored of having to wait so much in the supermarket.”

“Ah, you think so, Satoru-san?” Yuuji comments, stepping away from Sukuna’s grasp and going to the tallest man’s side. “Well, it would make sense. They were just standing there while we went around shopping. I’m sorry,” Yuuji says, looking in their direction, “I should have thought about that sooner. We are ready so we can go now, okay? No more waiting for you.”

Eh?

Both Choso and Sukuna observe, out of words, how Yuuji guides Gojo to one of the cashiers to pay for their products.

When they pass next to them, Choso can hear their exchange:

“I’ll pay, Yuuji.”

“It’s fine, Satoru-san, there’s really no need to do that… You paid before, after all, and you’re a guest.”

“Nonsense, for that same reason I should be the one paying. It’s the less I can do.”

Choso wants to throw up.

“Hey.”

He looks to Sukuna, who is just now lowering his arm from where he had it before when Yuuji was there. He can see the way in which he clenches his fist, veins popping in the back of his hand and, for a moment, Choso is sure that Earth has gone some Celsius colder than before.

However, he can understand the feeling.

“That bastard needs to leave.” Sukuna mutters between clenched teeth. “Now.”

Choso nods.

“Agree.”

(≖_≖ )

With Sukuna on board the plan “Make Gojo Satoru Get the Fuck Away from their Brother” Choso was sure making the other flee was going to be a piece of cake.

After all, it’s Sukuna.

Choso is not proud about most actions done by him, but without a doubt it was Sukuna the one who made the chemistry teacher from their high school year leave education. Choso is not sure of the details, but it seems like he made the life of that man a living hell. It was also Sukuna the one who made the hospital reduce the bill of their grandpa when he was being treated, and until today Choso is not sure how he did it neither is he sure if he wants to know.

Sukuna has a lot of talents and one of them is making people uncomfortable.

Yet…

“This is not working.” Choso says looking at Gojo and Yuuji in the living room. “Why is it not working?”

“Uhm.”

By his side, Sukuna crosses his arms.

Dinner has finished already, and even though Yuuji has said that they were going to help cleaning up Choso said it wasn’t necessary. Sukuna could help him, so it was fine. Yuuji, not very convinced, just looked at them with suspicious but decided to let it be and joined Satoru in the other space. Thankfully, they decided to turn on the t.v. so Choso and Sukuna’s conversation couldn’t be easily listened to.

“He knows what we are doing, that’s for sure.” Sukuna says, piling the empty dishes in a very messy way that makes Choso worry about them ending up without plates. “There’s no way he didn’t notice what I put in his drink, the dog that bite his leg, or that I took the handbrake off his car- “

Ah, so that was Sukuna.

Choso has been wondering.

For context, after arriving from the supermarket Gojo has parked in the exact same spot as before. Their parking spot being slightly tilted, not enough to be a constant issue but it could be when there was ice on it. Important information to consider because it seemed that, for once, the News didn’t lie and there was going to be some snow falling soon.

The moment they stepped out of the car even Sukuna complained about the fucking cold and how stupid was going outside in such weather.

The four of them had helped carrying the groceries back inside and, once they were close to finishing, the miracle has happened:

From the window’s kitchen, that lead to the front yard, Choso has seen Satoru’s car sliding down the parking. At first, the movement has been slow but then ice, weight and gravity did their thing, and it took enough speed that it went back in a swift motion. Yuuji, by his side, shrieked and called for Satoru, who was carrying a bag but even if both hurried to the car, they weren’t fast enough to stop it.

Gojo’s expensive car ended up crashing with a tree on the other side of the street. The collision made enough noise to grab the attention of the neighbors and, of course, they went outside to gossip what happened. When they saw a car (expensive one) has hit their favorite tree they started scolding them, saying how dangerous the situation had been and that they should be GRATEFUL there wasn’t anyone on the street! They could have killed someone!

Choso would have enjoyed the situation if it hasn’t been Yuuji the one calming down the neighbors and then, talking with Satoru and apologizing because his once beautiful car was now very ugly from the back. As soon as they went back to the city, they would need to call Satoru’s insurance so they could put it back in place, but of course, taking into consideration the brand and that it was a last model it was going to be expensive.

With all those apologies, Satoru had just said:

“It’s fine, Yuuji, it’s not your fault.” The bastard had smiled and held Yuuji’s hand, caressing his knuckles in a slow motion that made Choso break a wooden spoon. “I was sure I put the handbrake, but probably I forgot. Well! Things that happen! Nobody died so that’s good! Now we can just laugh about it!”

End of flashback.

“That was YOU?” Choso says again, louder and Sukuna gives him an ugly look, kicks him in the leg and takes the dishes to the kitchen. Choso follows him, knowing very well Gojo and Yuuji could be listening to them, but he can’t hold himself: “Sukuna, that was YOU! How…? What…? You weren’t even there! You fled and said you needed to use the bathroom!”

And Choso was paying attention, he is sure he didn’t see Sukuna close to Satoru’s car and for sure he saw Satoru putting the handbrake.

Sukuna leaves the dishes and raises his palms.

“A magician never tells his secrets. But…” He turns and presses himself against the counter, looking at Choso. “I’m sure he knows. The thing is he doesn’t care. Hah! Can you believe it? That idiot is so into Yuuji that he doesn’t care about what we do. Ah, now it’s bothering me more… I refuse to lose. Should I step up the game? What about throwing his wallet down the toilet? That would be hilarious.”

The little devil on top of Choso’s shoulder (that looks very similar to Sukuna) tells him to say yes, that’s a great idea because Sukuna can do that without being noticed and the next morning Satoru will need to leave urgently! Perhaps he can wait some days for his car to be repaired because the vehicle still moves, but not even him would be able to not do something about all his documents and cards being useless. It’s the perfect plan! The most amazing opportunity for Choso’s happy sugar life to go back as it was! Yuuji would be theirs for the rest of winter break, as it should be, and by the end of it he will notice Gojo Satoru sucks and they will break up!

Choso wants to say YES, yet the angel on top of his other shoulder, the one that looks like Yuuji gives him puppy eyes and tells him please, no, oni-chan, that would make me very, very sad and I’ll cry a lot and blame myself and THEN I WILL FUCKING HATE YOU FOR RUINING MY FIRST SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP AND NEVER TALK TO YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!

“Noooo!”

“Ah, weirdo! It was just an idea, no need to yell like that.”

“No, you can’t do that. We can’t do that.” Choso insists, holding Sukuna’s shoulders and trashing him around. He can’t stop himself. The image of Yuuji leaving the next day, looking at him to the face and telling him that he h-h-h-hat- “NO! Not a chance! That cannot happen!”

“Let go!”

A punch on the face later, Choso and Sukuna are sitting down in the kitchen.

Choso, knowing very well his cheek is going to double in size soon, carefully sips from his hot tea.

“You’re saying that he doesn’t care about what we do.” He repeats and Sukuna, the little devil, just grunts while he keeps on typing on his phone. “Well, that’s an issue because if you can’t make him leave, I don’t imagine anything else pushing him to go.”

“That’s easy.” His brother says, lowering down the phone and placing it on the counter. He blocked it so Choso can’t try to see who he was texting. “The only way for him to leave is by Yuuji. He must be the one kicking him out.”

Choso sighs.

He leaves the mug on the kitchen island and presses his temples, massaging them to calm down.

“Look, if you’re trying to play The Parent Trap here, I tell you now: It’s not going to work.” Choso mutters, dead eyes and straight face. “Quoting the movie, you two are completely different from toes to heads.”

“What? No! I’m not making myself pass as Yuuji.” Sukuna punches the kitchen island. “Iugh, just the idea of having to be close to… Yikes, no, I would rather perish. I would throw up on his face right away. No, forget about it!”

Choso tsks his tongue and drinks another sip from his tea.

Ah, his cheek hurts, same as his heart.

Honestly, if Sukuna could have switched places with Yuuji it would have been perfect. He wouldn’t even need to do anything couple-like at all. Sukuna would only need to put Gojo Satoru aside and tell him “I hate you. You’re ugly. I don’t want to date you ever again” and that would have been the ending credits of their movie. Later on, they would tell Yuuji that Satoru just left the house while he was in the bathroom or somewhere else, saying something about having another person in his life and that he was only playing with Yuuji.

It would have hurt his baby brother? Yes, but Choso was completely ready to put the pieces back in place. He could do that! As the older brother.

However…

“Ugh, why did you have to put so many piercings and tattoos all over your body?” Choso whines.

“Sometimes I wish I was adopted.”

Choso doesn’t have the time to answer back because steps make him close his mouth.

Five seconds later, Yuuji is appearing in the kitchen and for the look in his eyes, something is bothering him.

“Oh, both of you are here.” He says with a soft voice and stops on the opposite side of the kitchen island. “How odd. I thought you were cleaning, but you’re drinking tea, aniki.”

“Ah, yeah, yeah…” Choso clears his throat and grabs the mug stronger than before.

Oh no, he feels guilty now. He didn’t ask Yuuji if he wanted one! How could he not? Well, he didn’t because if he did, he would have needed to offer one to Gojo Satoru too and he would rather cut his hand before making him some tea. But now Yuuji must be feeling bad.

As quickly as he can, he tries to stand up.

“I will make you one.”

“There’s no need, thanks.” Yuuji says, moving his hand in a gesture to stop him.

Choso is not sure what to do. It’s a first time for him. Usually, he can read Yuuji like a book and he would change whatever needs to be changed to make him happy.

Right now, Yuuji is guarded.

He looks to his right, searching for Sukuna’s aid but once again he has put all his attention on his phone.

For what feels like an eternity, they stay quiet.

Choso can’t stand it.

“Uhm… What… Is…?” Fuck, he can’t make a coherent question. Choso gulps down the blood and just says it: “Isn’t G-Gojo waiting for you…? Shouldn’t you be with him…?”

Don’t get him wrong, Choso adores having Yuuji there with them. Even if it’s not the cozy living room, but the messy kitchen that they should clean, Choso doesn’t care. They could be in a dumpster and Choso would be having the best day of his life if he has Yuuji by his side. Since he has arrived yesterday (weeks in Choso’s mind) it feels like they didn’t have enough time together, just as siblings.

However, he can’t stop thinking that Yuuji has been stuck to Gojo’s side this whole time and when they left them unwatched, they were doing whatever in the living room.

“Satoru-san went upstairs. He said he was going to take a shower and then needed to answer some emails.” Yuuji explains, drawing figures on the counter with his index. He’s averting his eyes as he used to do when he was a kid, embarrassed to say what was on his mind. “It may be winter break for me, but Satoru-san has a demanding job so even if he tries to take some days off, he’s going to be asked to aid in some cases.  At first that’s why I told him it wasn’t necessary for him to accompany me. I didn’t want to be an obstacle for his job, but he insisted on coming and meeting you both.”

Crap.

Choso refuses to feel guilty about Satoru’s situation. That guy can fuck off. He doesn’t care if he’s stuck in endless meetings and stuck answering one thousand emails during holidays. It would have been great if Gojo had listened to Yuuji and stayed back at Tokyo, but… Yuuji’s expression doesn’t say that.

He’s feeling down about this situation.

Oh no.

“So, he’s going to stay upstairs for the rest of the night.” Yuuji continues and he looks up to them. It’s a little difficult with the warmth light they have, but Choso is almost sure Yuuji’s cheeks are red. “So, I was wondering if you wanted to… watch a movie with me? You can pick, aniki, or Sukuna. I can make the popcorns for tonight.”

Is Choso dreaming?

Did Sukuna’s punch really knock him down and he’s now in Heaven?

Someone, whoever, please pinch him!

“Of course! I mean, yeah- Surely, Yuuji.” Choso says, standing up too quickly and almost knocking down the half empty mug. “I don’t mind watching whatever you want! A Christmas movie? That would be great, right? Christmas is just around the corner, and we could watch something like that.”

“Let’s watch The Parent Trap.” Sukuna adds because of course he needs to be a devil even in this situation. He places his chin on his hand, supporting it there. “I remember that one being a hilarious movie.”

“You-“

“That reminds me.”

Choso doesn’t have the opportunity to finish his sentence.

Yuuji is not drawing figures on the counter anymore but pressing his whole palm there.

He gives them a look and there Choso sees a mix of emotions that he doesn’t like.

“You two… You don’t like Satoru-san, do you?”

At the beginning of the sentence, Choso recognized angriness but by the end of it there was a tender vulnerability that made Yuuji look younger than he was.

Yuuji bite his bottom lip and took his hand away, clenching his fist in front of him.

“I’m sorry for bringing him without telling you both. I know that was wrong on my part.” Yuuji clears his throat and after taking a deep breath, looks up to both. Choso feels his heart stopping in his chest and a crack that must be the Earth opening. He hopes it is, so it can swallow him whole. “I just wanted for you to meet him because I really…”

Oh no.

“Really-”

Crap no.

“-Really like him. I was very excited when Satoru-san commented about wanting to come, so I suppose that excitement stopped me from thinking about your comfort.” Yuuji sighs. “So, you can be honest with me: Do you like him? Since yesterday you have been acting strange… Like, even you Choso-nii. From Sukuna, I can expect it- “

“Hey!”

“But I wouldn’t want to make you feel bad, aniki.”

Oh no.

This is the worst nightmare Choso has had.

Do you like him? Yuuji asked. Straightforward question. Two possible answers: Yes or No. If Choso says “Maybe” Yuuji will be more confused. Fuck. Fuck. What should he do? Choso can already read the message on the corner of the screen saying this action will have consequences.

What should he do?

If he says “Yes” Yuuji will be disappointed, sad and probably won’t ever bring Satoru back. He can’t be sure that just because Choso says yes Yuuji will break up with this Satoru guy, and if he listened to him and they break up, Choso would feel g-guilty. He has seen the way in which Yuuji looked at Satoru. Although he hated, Yuuji seemed… happy.

If he says “No” Yuuji will ask “Really?” making Choso say that yeah, of course he’s not against this Satoru Gojo guy. This will make Yuuji happy (a win) and probably make Satoru a bigger part of their life (not a win). Oh, no, in the worst-case scenario Yuuji will start sharing about their life with Choso and he will have no other option but to swallow all the poison in his veins.

He needs answers!

Choso turns his head to look at Sukuna. For one second, they exchange a look but then he’s looking away again.

You coward, Choso thinks.

“Yuuji…” He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists, and tries to think about inner peace. “He… We… We are happy as long as you’re happy.”

That’s not a lie.

Yuuji’s eyes are shining again.

Yeah, right path! Good choice.

“Of course it was a surprise. It’s the first time you bring someone home and none of us was expecting this.” Especially close to Christmas, a family holiday for them. “But… If you’re happy, we are happy.” Okay, you moron. You already said that. Think of something else! “We l-l-like… this- Ehm, Gojo…”

Come on, you can do it, Choso! For your brother! For your baby brother!

“We like Gojo-san.”

He needs to sit down.

Choso needs to go to Emergency and check that his blood is still in place. He feels weak.

“Ah! Really? Really, oni-chan?”

Oh! Choso doesn’t need the Emergency care anymore! He’s more alive than ever! He’s going to live one hundred years more!

“Yeah, Yuuji.” Choso says, smiling and feeling sedated with just that one, majestic word. Yuuji is shining stronger than the sun. “We wouldn’t lie to you. It was just surprising, that’s all.”

Yuuji keeps on smiling, laughing and looking more cheerful than before. He starts rambling about how worried he was because a lot of strange things have happened since yesterday and he was starting to get weird ideas. Of course, he says, he didn’t want to believe them but the worm inside his head was eating his brain away making him imagine the worst. Like, Yuuji continues, what happened with Satoru’s car.

“It was so bizarre, I swear. I still feel bad.” Yuuji comments while going around the kitchen searching for the bowl they always use for the popcorns and then of course, the popcorns. “I’m sure Satoru-san put the break. It’s not usual for him to make a mistake like that, but maybe he was worried about work and I didn’t notice. He has been dealing with a difficult case. Satoru-san always act as if everything is easy for him, but even he struggles, especially when he must deal with some clients. He doesn’t get along with old people and that gets him in trouble.”

“Don’t you say?” Choso mumbles, playing with the rim of his mug.

He hopes the sweat is not visible in his face.

“Yeah, and he bought that one a few months ago…” Yuuji places the package of popcorns inside the microwave and puts the time. They are the imported ones and Choso only buys them for special occasions. Shortly, the kitchen is filled with the sweet smell of the treats. “Don’t you think it was strange? Didn’t you see something?”

Yuuji is looking at him.

“I-“

“Nah, brat, nothing weird.” Finally, Sukuna speaks. He’s smiling as usual. “I suppose even your perfect boyfriend can be stupid sometimes. At least, it can make you feel better. People like him can also make mistakes.”

At first, Yuuji pouts but then he is smiling with all his front teeth showing.  

“I suppose you’re right.”

Their baby brother gives them his back to get the popcorns and Choso keeps on looking at Sukuna.

It shouldn’t be surprising, but Choso has just now confirmed that Sukuna can lie with a perfect face.

He wonders how many times he has done it to him too.

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧

Choso wakes up feeling refreshed.

Coffee is the perfect temperature and the snack he got made his taste buds dance with joy. His bed was comfortable and he’s sure he slept without waking up the whole night.

He can’t help smiling while sipping from his mug.

Last night has been perfect. Absolutely amazing.

They watched two movies with Yuuji. TWO. And one of them was the Lord of the Rings, extended version, so it can count as three movies. Yuuji sat down between the two of them and whenever he laughed or wanted to say something, he did by pressing himself closer to Choso. Oh, how beautiful it had been sharing a moment like that with him! Choso didn’t even care that Yuuji wanted to watch that weird movie of his of the worm guy. Choso would watch whatever Yuuji desired as far as his baby brother was happy.

Not even Sukuna’s remarks about how stupid the worm movie was soured Choso’s mood.

Okay, he had to lie to his brother last night, telling him he didn’t mind this Satoru guy going around for a while, but sacrifices needed to be made. Choso, after sleeping through it, has conclude that sooner than later Yuuji himself is going to notice that Gojo is not the best guy for him and he will break up with the other. In the meantime, Choso will just ignore his existence. There’s nothing else for him to do. He can endure their holidays with the other guy hanging around if Choso sees him as nothing but a cockroach.

Besides, after they had finished Lord of the Rings, picked up the mess in the living room and were ready to head to bed, Yuuji has gone to Choso and hug him.

“Thank you, oni-chan.” Yuuji has said, squeezing his arms around Choso’s middle. He separated faster than Choso wanted because he didn’t have enough time to react. “For everything, I mean it. I’m glad that I have such a good older brother and I’m happy to finally be home with you.”

It was a Christmas miracle.

Choso almost ended up crying, for real.

“Of course, Yuuji.” Choso has said, acting as the cool brother that he was. Inside his brain, a tiny Choso has been bawling his eyes out and yelling for Yuuji because he was the most adorable person in the whole world. “I’m glad to have you home too. If there’s anything you need, don’t forget that you have me.”

Yuuji has giggled and looked to the floor, a little shy in that way of his.

“Yeah. I know.”

They had said goodnight like that.

Today Choso has a good feeling. There’s no way Gojo Satoru will ruin it. In fact, Choso is also happy because he hasn’t seen the man.

He has woken up early, as he usually does, but now the clock hanging from the kitchen is marking 9.30am and there hasn’t been any sign of him.

Choso has also checked and his car has disappeared too.

The smile grows bigger.

Oh, did it work? Has this man finally decided to leave?

That would be great. Excellent!

“Agh, it’s too early for you to be acting like a psycho already.” Sukuna’s voice is suddenly heard and when Choso turns around, away from the window he sees the boy entering with a messy hair. Sukuna is still wearing his pajama: An old t-shirt of a weird band of his and long pants. He goes directly to sit around the kitchen island. “What a pain.”

“Good morning, aniki.” Yuuji greets, appearing right after Sukuna. He’s also in pajamas but at least wearing a hoodie. Choso notices the way in which he looks around and his shoulders drop slightly. “Haven’t you seen Satoru-san?”

“Who cares? Make me breakfast, Yuuji, I’m starving!”

Yuuji doesn’t answer to Sukuna’s demands. He goes to Choso’s side or more specifically, to look outside the window.

Choso acts as if he’s busy while going around the kitchen.

“Why? I thought you were with him.” Choso says as a matter of fact. He opens the fridge, doesn’t take anything out, closes it and then goes to the cabinet to get an empty mug to act interesting. “Didn’t you see him this morning?”

“Uhm, he was sleeping when I went to bed.” Yuuji comments, turning around and pressing his back to the counter. He puts his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie, looking quite blue. “But when I woke up, he wasn’t there. It’s not unusual for him to wake up earlier than me… Sometimes he goes out to jog-“

Of fucking course, because Gojo Satoru is the type of person who jogs.

What an absolute asshole.

Choso is sure that he also joins marathons for fun.

“-or he has business meetings to attend, but whenever that happens, he always makes sure of saying goodbye to me.” Yuuji is pouting, looking to an empty spot on the floor. He exhales, very loudly and although the sound makes Choso’s heart break he can’t stop celebrating inside his head. No, no, it’s too early to get excited. “I wonder if something happened… He doesn’t answer his phone either…”

“Oh, fuck, maybe he was just bored, Yuuji. Who cares?” Sukuna barks, raising his head from the counter and rolling his eyes. “Make breakfast for me!”

“Uhm…”

Oh no, Choso sees Yuuji’s eyes watering a little bit.

No, no, no, no.

Quickly, he rushes to his side and passes an arm around his shoulder, pressing him closer to him. He blatantly ignores Sukuna, who is now muttering about what a crybaby Yuuji can be and that he’s exaggerating everything.

Choso rubs Yuuji’s arm.

“I’m sure he’s going to tell you something soon. If this is not the way in which he acts, then don’t get ahead of your thoughts.” Choso comments, although the only thing he wants to do is curse at Gojo Satoru for being shitty enough to make his baby brother cry. Oh, he’s going to cut his dick the moment he sees him. How dare he! Yuuji is perfect. If he’s going to break up with him (please) the least he should do is telling him. “Perhaps, there was an emergency, but don’t get sad, Yuuji. We are here for you. What about… We have something to eat now and then we prepare a nice lunch with your favorite dishes. In the afternoon we can watch that show you enjoy too. I’m sure it’s going to be fine.”

“Hey, I’m also here!” Sukuna barks. “Why don’t you offer me some food?”

Yuuji sniffs but nods, a tiny smile appearing in his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Let’s do that.”

“Great!”

They do exactly like that: They have breakfast that’s basically some leftovers of the dinner, they get ready for the day and then, without any rush, they go to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Choso is in cloud nine the whole time because Yuuji is right next to him, peeling potatoes and cutting vegetables. Even Sukuna, cranky as usual, moves from his usual spot on the couch to the kitchen island so they can be together.

Ah, this is exactly what Choso envisioned for winter break.

He could cry of happiness.

Gojo hasn’t called Yuuji (the bastard), and although that makes his blood boil with anger, he’s sure that by the end of the day Yuuji is going to be mad enough at him that he’s going to be the one breaking up. Ah, it sucks that Yuuji must end a relationship close to a holiday, but risks need to be made!

Their calm is broken when, at four in the evening, Yuuji’s phone rings with a call.

They have been eating hazelnuts while watching television, so Yuuji hurries to answer without checking who it is.

Choso is sitting next to him when he picks up:

“Yeah? Oh… Satoru-san… What, where…? Eh?” Yuuji stands up, putting aside the fluffy blanket Choso has dropped over him to keep him warm. Even Sukuna, from the floor, looks up from his phone in his direction while Yuuji frowns, walks in circles and then stops. “You’re outside? What happened? Are you okay-? Okay…?”

Then, he cuts the call.

Choso is buzzing with energy.

“Is he outside?” He asks the obvious question, standing up to follow his baby brother while he goes to the genkan to put his shoes on. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, he sounded strange, but something must have happened.” Yuuji answers, taking a jacket and a scarf to wrap around his neck. He smiles a little, but Choso sees the tense expression and how his shoulders are stiff. “It’s going to be fine, aniki. I’ll be back soon. Don’t do anything weird, okay? Not spying.”

“Of course not, Yuuji.”

Yet, once the door closes Choso does the only thing he can do: He runs to the window in the living room, the one that gives to the front yard.

Sukuna is already there, looking at the front of their house.

He must press himself closer to the other to see properly.

Indeed, Gojo Satoru is standing there. He’s normal as ever, acting as if he didn’t literally disappear the whole day, making their baby brother worry. His car is parked next to theirs and from where he is Choso can’t check if it has been fixed, but probably not because something like that would require time and if Satoru has left the vehicle in a garage, he would have received another one to use in the meantime.

“I bet he’s going to break up with him.” Sukuna says a smile in his face. Choso notices that he’s holding his phone and recording the whole situation. “This is going to be great. The moment he breaks up with him; we go out and kick his butt. No one would be able to blame us. We are just protecting our brother.”

“Sssh, Yuuji is getting closer.”

“Don’t ssh me, asshole, he can’t hear you.”

Sukuna hits him in the side with his elbow, but Choso doesn’t care.

He observes Yuuji walking until he’s standing in front of Gojo, who turns around and smiles at him. Snow has started to fall and Choso prays that this situation ends up soon because he doesn’t want his Yuuji to be exposed to the cold longer than necessary. But, for what he sees, Yuuji says something and Gojo raises his hands, moves them around: Oh, yeah, I’m an idiot, Yuuji, the biggest idiot and that’s why I do stupid things like what I did today-

“Can’t you stop talking?” Sukuna says, hitting him again on the side. “You’re giving me the shivers. You can’t hear what they say.”

“I can read his lips.”

“No, you can’t.”

Yuuji must have said something. Choso can’t be sure because he’s giving them his back, but Satoru’s expression changes into something (yikes) softer and then, he’s the one talking. Gojo Satoru gives a step forward, invading Yuuji’s personal space and then he’s holding his baby brother’s hands and-

“Oh no, I’m going to throw up.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I can’t look! Why are they not breaking up?”

“Maybe he’s holding his hands to tell him that he sucks, and they need to break up.”

“Yuuji doesn’t suck!”

“Don’t fucking get close to me, psycho! You fuck- “

But both stop right there when their eyes see the most horrible scene ever.

Choso is sure Earth is getting colder and they are going to die.

“What… Is he…?” It’s Sukuna the one talking and probably because of the shock he’s still recording the scene outside the window. It’s the first time in years Choso hears Sukuna stutter. “Is he… Why is kneeling…? What… What the fuck…?”

Choso has lost his words. His mind is empty.

Maybe it’s a mistake. An illusion. Maybe he hit his head with the floor and he’s now living in hell. Why? He doesn’t know! He doesn’t deserve Hell! He’s a great older brother, isn’t he? But there’s no other explanation for what he is seeing because, indeed, Gojo Satoru, still holding one of Yuuji’s hands, kneels in one knee and then his hand goes to the pocket of his coat, taking something out.

A small box.

“Is he… proposing…?” Sukuna says what Choso didn’t want to think about. “The fucker is proposing in the front yard? What a loser, don’t you think? Eh? Choso? Choso?”

But Choso can’t hear anymore because his body is too weak and then everything goes to black.

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He’s twelve years old and he has been preparing the bento boxes of the twins before school. Choso has looked at a book he got some weeks ago to make them not only healthy and tasty, but also beautiful. It wasn’t easy and Choso has cut himself a few times, but he didn’t care because it felt good when his brothers told him the food was good.

Well, Sukuna never said that. In fact, he always barked that he was not a baby and didn’t need all the rice and egg to look like a bear.

Yuuji, however, was a different story.

“Oni-chan, what are you doing?” Yuuji, seven years old, asked when suddenly appeared to his side. He tried to look above the counter, standing on the tip of his toes and pressing his fingers on the table. Choso has already closed the boxes and wrapped them: One with a soft orange fabric and the other one red. “Is that our lunch? What is it?”

“Be patience, you’ll see later.”

“But I wanna know now.”

Choso smiles but doesn’t say anything.

It’s been difficult taking care of the twins with their grandpa having to go to the hospital, but Choso is not going to complain.

“Here, this one is yours. Don’t eat it before lunch, okay?” Choso says, giving the soft orange box to Yuuji, who receives it with both hands. “If you’re too hungry, I’ll also make you some snacks.”

“Uhm…”

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks, bending his knees enough for him to look at Yuuji’s face. The boy is pouting, looking at the box in full concentration. “Is something worrying you?”

“Oni-chan, you’re always taking care of us and making food. You clean,” Yuuji starts listing, using his fingers as aiding, “Cook, do the laundry, pick us from school and make sure we are okay…”

Choso tilts his head and smiles. He wants to tell his brother that doing all those things are not difficult for him. In fact, Choso finds himself enjoying knowing his younger brothers rely on him.

Yet, he doesn’t have the opportunity because Yuuji squeezes his fist and gifts him a beautiful smile.

He’s like an angel.

“Oni-chan, when I grow up can I marry you?”

“Eh?”

“Yeah!” Yuuji insists, jumping on his place. “Because you’re such a good older brother!”

“That’s weird, silly.” Sukuna’s voice joins. Both him and Yuuji turn to look at the other entering the kitchen with an ugly expression in his face. He stands next to Yuuji, both the same but different in stances and clothing. “Boys don’t marry boys, and less brothers. Weirdo.”

“I’m not being weird! If I love my oni-chan why I cannot marry him?” Yuuji yelps, scolding at Sukuna who is not even looking in his direction anymore. “You’re being rude!”

As usual, the twins end up in a discussion.

Choso doesn’t have the energy to stop them because his mind is still replaying the question Yuuji just did. Of course, it was just something asked by an innocent child. Yuuji didn’t intend it with malicious because for him people who love and take care of each other, should marry. That’s what Choso and even their grandpa has been telling the kids.

Nothing else, nothing more.

But Choso couldn’t stop the happiness growing inside him, knowing that his younger brother looked up at him that much.

Ah, he’s happy.

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“Aniki! Sukuna!”

Someone’s yelling and Choso must blink a few times to clear up his vision. The world is still spinning, and he feels his cheek warm. He touches it and noticing that Sukuna is standing too close to him, makes him put two and two together to deduce the other just slapped the shit out of his face to wake him up.

Choso sits down, groaning while Yuuji bursts inside the living room carrying an excited expression. He’s still wearing the jacket and scarf. Choso can see a little bit of the snow that fell.

This is a nightmare.

Nothing can get worse.

“What’s the matter?” Sukuna huffs, standing up next to Choso, arms crossed. “Don’t yell.”

“I… We…” Yuuji starts saying, jumping on his spot.

Choso wants to close his eyes.

“We are engaged!” Yuuji finally exclaims, showing them his hand with a ring on it. Choso is sure that horrible thing blinks in his direction, mocking him. “Satoru-san and me! We are going to get married!”

There’s laughing coming from somewhere. Ah, is the universe mocking him? Choso wants to know! He looks around, searching for an answer, but the noise is coming from the stupid show they put in the television. In any case, Choso feels as if he’s being mocked. He’s the center of the joke. In front of him he doesn’t see his baby brother as an adult, but the kid that years ago asked to marry him.

This is all wrong!

“What? Are you joking?” Sukuna says, although both saw what happened outside. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah… Yeah, Yuuji, didn’t you say…?” Choso forces the words out of his mouth. He can’t stand up. His legs are too weak and right now the floor is his new best friend. He wonders if he hits his head strong enough, he can go back in time and stop this nonsense. “Didn’t you s-say you weren’t going to grow up…? And, and, you said that you… I mean… Remember when you were a kid and said that you…”

He can’t finish.

Surely, Choso wasn’t expecting to marry Yuuji for real! Of course… Not. Right? Okay, no. But! How could reality be so cruel like this?

Choso would rather perish than having Gojo Satoru in the family.

He would prefer Fushiguro Megumi!

“Well-“

“Ah, nii-san, after spending these days with you I decided it was the right moment to do so.” Gojo Satoru, the devil, says after magically appearing from nowhere. He stands next to Yuuji, and his horrible, lanky arm goes around his, agh, waist! The disrespect and audacity! Choso wishes he had a knife next to him to throw. The idiot is smiling and Choso feels like there’s something behind that smile he doesn’t like. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I planned to ask him after in a beautiful restaurant or in the beach, I had plenty of options but then I said what better place than here? In his own home, after all, close to his two dear brothers that he loves so much! We are going to be family soon, so it’s important we can share as much time as possible. I hope you treat me well, nii-san~”

“Ah, look, Sukuna, isn’t it pretty?” Yuuji says, going to his twin side to show him his ring.

Choso, still from the floor, looks at Satoru’s eyes.

“Let’s use these weeks to get to know each other more, nii-san.” Satoru continues. “I’m sure there’s plenty to plan about the wedding.”

For quoting Sukuna’s rich lexicon: Motherfuckin’ asshole.