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It was a sunny day, too hot, the first years and fourth years were in the canteen which was drowning in heat.
Six chairs around the table while eating ice creams, sweating. The third years, Nanami and Haibara were out in a mission together.
Gojo Satoru, the six eyes user, the only one who can use infinity in the Gojo clan, the prodigee and the next strongest, lost in the rock, paper, scissors game and had to pay for all of their ice creams and just to spite him, except Yuuji everyone bought big tubs of ice creams.
Yuuji just bought a cone. Like the sweet boy he was.
Satoru leaned back in his chair, takes a bite of his strawberry ice cream bucket and points accusingly at the group with a spoon.
“I lost rock-paper-scissors. That’s fine. That’s normal. What’s not normal is how you guys took advantage of my kindness."
Shoko didn’t even look up. “You agreed to the rules.”
“I agreed to fairness. Not cheating.”
“You lost fair and square,” Nobara said, scooping an absurd amount of chocolate ice cream into her mouth.
Megumi sat quietly, sighing with mango ice cream cup in hand, already regretting sitting at this table.
Suguru smiles. “You’re just mad you lost,” he said calmly.
Satoru lets out a obnoxious, "Hah?"
Suguru eats a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and decides it's too peaceful at the moment and nothing was better than ragebaiting Satoru. "By the way, Satoru."
"What."
"I saw your report," Suguru said casually, though the grin tugging at his lips suggested trouble.
Across the table, Shoko groaned, Nobara and Megumi sighed, already knowing exactly where this was headed.
"You know, the one where you wrote that you defeated the curse. Weird. I remember my dragon doing most of the hard work while you just fired off red."
Satoru stared at him and barked out an incredulous laugh. "Hah? Are we rewriting history now?"
Suguru took another spoonful of ice cream, "I'm simply stating facts."
"Facts?" Satoru repeated. "Your dragon grabbed it for, like, three seconds."
"Five."
"Three."
"Five."
"Three."
"It was five."
Satoru scoffed loudly, shooking his head like talking to a child. "Even if it was five, that's still nothing. I was the one who exorcised it."
Suguru nodded thoughtfully. "After I handed it to you."
Satoru chuckles, eating another spoonful.
"Let's be serious for a moment. Without me, that curse would've flattened you."
"Interesting theory."
"It's not a theory."
"Then I suppose we'll never know."
"We do know."
"We don't."
"We do."
"We don't."
"We do."
Shoko exhaled through her nose. “Can you two argue somewhere else? It’s too hot for your ego wars.”
But Satoru was already leaning forward, delighted, waving his spoon, “I exorcised the curse. Say after me, weakling."
Suguru smiled, all teeth. “Make me.” Nobara slammed her spoon down. “I swear to God—”
Megumi muttered, “This is so childish.."
Yuuji, sitting beside Satoru, decided to be the peacemaker like always, he quickly inhaled his strawberry cone, licked his lips, and smiled brightly.
"Gojo-senpai."
"No."
"Can I have one bite?"
"No."
"One bite."
"No."
"Just one."
"No."
Yuuji leaned closer anyway, eyes shining with hope. “Pretty please?”
"No."
Yuuji deflated instantly, lips trembling.“You’re mean…”
Across the table, Shoko scooped another bite, shaking her head, “You should’ve bought a bigger one, Itadori-kun.”
Nobara let out a snort, pointing her spoon towards him, "Moron."
Megumi quietly shifted his ice cream farther away from Yuuji’s field of vision. Yuuji pouted and turned toward Suguru next.
"Geto-senpai...?"
Suguru immediately sighed. “Don’t even start.”
“Please?” Yuuji stared at him with puppy eyes, imaginary dog ears and tail dropping sadly. Geto relented with the resignation of a man who had accepted his fate. “Fine.”
Yuuji lit up instantly. “Really?”
"Really."
"Thank you, Geto-senpai! You're the best!"
Geto nodded and lifted his spoon. “Don’t get used to it.”
Yuuji leaned forward and then the chair slid back, he let out a confused sound. “Huh?”
Satoru sat beside him, one hand casually hooked around the back leg of Yuuji’s chair, his expression blank. But his hand was gripping a bit too possessively or Nobara has been reading too much bl recently.
Yuuji, completely unaware of the shift, looked at Satoru with questioning eyes, “Is something wrong, Gojo-senpai?"
Satoru didn’t answer. Instead, he turned the chair slightly toward himself and pushed his own ice cream forward.
“Take as much as you want,” he said flatly.
Yuuji blinked before his face lit up, "Yayy!" He instantly scooped a spoonful.
He moaned at the delicious taste, “Mmh~ It's so good!” Satoru looked away quickly, “Obviously it’s good. I chose it, duh." His ears red for some reason.
Everyone stared at them. Nobara finally pointed.
“Okay. What the fuck.”
Satoru didn’t even blink. “What is?”
"You shared."
"So? I am a good guy who cares about his kouhai, you know."
Megumi looked genuinely disturbed. "You never shared your sweets with me."
"Sure I did."
"No, you didn't, you threatened to hollow purple me over a mochi."
Satoru makes a serious expression, "It was my mochi, I had to stay in line for a whole 20 minutes."
"That's where the sharing part comes."
"This conversation is getting nowhere." Shoko raises her hands in resignation.
Across the table, Suguru lowered his spoon with a grave expression as if he was in great shock, "I've known you for years, Satoru."
"My condolences." Satoru shrugged and Yuuji let out a giggle, making blue eyes soften at him.
Suguru paused, looking at Yuuji and then at Satoru. He couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly was wrong here.
"In all those years, I've never seen you willingly share dessert with anyone, even with me."
Satoru shrugged again. "So?"
Shoko narrowed her eyes. "So, something's obviously wrong."
"Nothing's wrong."
"You never share."
"I do."
"You don't, oh my god." Nobara groans and looks up at the sky as if asking for patience.
Suguru massages his forehead, "Satoru never shared. Why did he shared his ice cream with Yuuji-kun?"
Yuuji blinked and looked up. "Wait, that's weird?"
"YES," four voices answered at once.
Yuuji looked back down at the ice cream. "Huh. But he does this all the time." After a little begging but that should remain between him and senpai. His pride is already almost non-existent.
Everyone stares at Yuuji with distrubing expressions. Satoru looked genuinely confused by everyone's reaction.
"What are you all making such a big deal out of?"
He clicks his tongue and with all the subtlety of a train crash, he ripped off his sunglasses and threw an arm around Yuuji's shoulders.
"Don't you know? That's unfortunate." Satoru grins and stares at their confused expressions as if savoring it before dropping the bomb.
"Yuuji-kun and I am dating, we are boyfriends. Of course, I would share something as trivial as ice cream with him."
Silence echoes in the canteen.
Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuuji were dating. The world didn't collapsed.
The world did not end. The sky did not crack open. Reality remained intact. Somehow, impossibly, Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuuji had been dating.
And apparently, everyone else were the last to know.