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September 2018
Suguru doesn’t even try to stop the dopey grin spreading across his face. In the mirror, he fondly catalogs every love bite dappled across his chest, his arms, his stomach; reminders of a night well spent, a pulse of heat rushes across his face, fueling flames of desire deep in his gut.
Suguru stretches his arms above his head and groans, watching his abdominal muscles tense before relaxing them. His limbs feel light; all the tension from the last week evaporated.
Late last night, Satoru returned from a two day mission abroad, and Suguru had been more than eager to see him. They’d spent the early morning reacquainting themselves. Almost as soon as they had settled down to sleep, Satoru’s alarm rang. They’d clung to each other for as long as possible, until Satoru eventually slipped out of bed to prepare to meet the second years for an early morning mission. As far as Suguru’s concerned, it was time well spent, regardless of their mutual sleep deprivation. There would be time for rest tonight.
While Satoru went on fewer missions compared to when they were younger, there had been a recent uptick within the last few months, which he and Satoru hypothesized was due weakening seals on Sukuna’s fingers and the subsequent re-emergence of Sukuna. Despite being together for almost 11 years, being separated from Satoru never got easier. He missed him whether Satoru was away for a night, a week, a month.
He sighed as he ran his fingers against a particularly dark love bite on his neck. He’d have to take extra precautions dressing for work today. This one was going to be tough to cover, he knew his uniform well enough to know that it would likely show just above the neckline of his teaching uniform.
He wanted to feel annoyed, but couldn't be bothered. He likes how the markings look; likes having Satoru with him wherever he goes. His hair is long enough that he should be able to use it to shield the mark, as long as he keeps his hair down. It’s not his typically favored half up half down, but it will do. It has to.
If any of their kids see it, they won’t let him live it down.
Nanako and Mimiko were never shy about calling their parents out, and Megumi’s face was always telling, as it contorted in disgust at the implication of sex between his parents, while Tsumiki would gently chide her brother, telling him that one day he’d be lucky to share the kind of love their parents did. Privately, Suguru agreed with her, though her words rarely assuaged Megumi.
He fondly remembered when he and Satoru clumsily made their way through losing their respective virginities. It wasn’t too long after they’d first moved in together; Shoko looked at them, let out a long suffering sigh, offered to watch the kids for a night, and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as she did, and Suguru, who had been beyond desperate at the time, hadn’t even bothered to try and challenge the implication. Instead, he’d thanked her and bought her two months worth of cigarettes. He laughed at the memory of pure shock on her face. He’d never ever caught her off guard like that before, and hadn’t been able to since.
Their first time had been perfect, but it had also been awkward, confusing, funny, joyous, and good, very good. But more than that, it had been filled with laughter. They’d laughed so much together that first night, kissing, pausing to laugh, kissing again, laughing, then kissing some more. If he could go back in time, Suguru wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Now, sex between them was easy. They knew each others’ tells, their preferences, their needs. Over the years, Suguru had wondered if sex between them would ever feel boring. He’d heard other people, in long term relationships, complain of stagnancy, of a lack of spark, and changes in attraction. But even before Suguru and Satoru got together, he’d never once been bored when he was with Satoru. He didn’t think it was possible to be.
With every passing day, month, year together, he found himself more and more attracted to his husband. He didn’t know if that was normal or not. He didn’t care. Suguru was confident Satoru felt the same. He often caught his husband staring at him, eyes alight with desire. Satoru looked at him when they taught, when they trained, when they fought: all the time. His husband was never shy with his affections or with his words. Suguru knew he was loved without doubt.
A loud trilling sound broke him from his reverie. Suguru looked down to where his phone was vibrating on the countertop, his second alarm was going off. He needed to leave, now, lest he wish to be late. He quickly pulled his uniform top on, vindicated and mortified, when his prediction was right. The hickey was most definitely visible above his collar.
He shrugged, biting his lip as he considered how Satoru would react to seeing it uncovered and visible to the world. With that in mind, Suguru cheerfully exited their home. He had students to teach and a husband to tease, and he couldn’t keep them waiting.
----------------------------------------------------
Watching Yuji, Nobara, Nanako, Mimiko, and Megumi practice their hand to hand combat was a pleasant reminder as to why Suguru loved being a teacher. The five first years had improved immensely during the first months of their training.
For a long time, he’d felt powerless in the face of the endless cycle of curses and death, but as he and Satoru made ongoing efforts to change the system from the inside out, he was proud to see the results unfolding before him.
Hand to hand combat had not always been a priority, instead the focus had been strictly on cursed techniques, and while that was essential, so was hand to hand. All students, regardless of how powerful their innate technique were, were now required to have hand to hand instruction for their first two years.
After that, students could elect to continue with hand to hand until they graduated or not. Suguru felt it was a fair solution- giving students a chance to voice their preferences while also ensuring they had the basic foundations of self defense and understanding of using cursed energy flow outside of their techniques and domains.
Since its implementation, there has been a significant drop in student injury, and a steady increase in their skill sets across the board. Students were honing their observation skills, learning to watch their opponents and their behavior more carefully, preparing counter attacks, and improving their reflexes.
Perhaps the most important change had been a new mandate: students could not go on solo missions until after they graduated. They had to have either an instructor or another student with them, regardless of their grade or status.
For this, Suguru was glad. Isolation had nearly killed him; it had killed Haibara and almost taken Satoru from him for good. He did not want any of his students to ever experience what he had.
With this change, there were not only less injuries, but fewer lives lost. Students had learned to be more collaborative and balance each other’s skills in fights, leading to more well rounded sorcerers. Their results spoke volumes for themselves.
Suguru couldn’t have instituted any of these changes without Satoru. In front of the elders, his husband weaponized his status as the Gojo clan head and argued alongside Suguru for creating change and protections for students. It had been exceptionally hot to watch Satoru proclaim himself as head of his clan, refusing to budge until they found a resolution that satisfied their demands.
“Geto-sensei! Hey, Geto-sensei, I think I’m close to figuring out how to use black flash!” Yuji ran up to him, a huge grin on his face.
Yuji was their newest addition to Jujutsu High, and also, Satoru and Suguru’s most recent defense against the higher echelons of the Jujutsu World. They had wanted Yuji, Sukuna’s vessel, dead, asking Satoru to complete his execution. His husband had adamantly refused, threatening to execute the elders instead should they try to lay a finger on the innocent teen. Watching the elders cower in fear made Suguru’s day when it happened.
He’d rushed Satoru into his office, and slammed the door shut, locking it. He could still remember Satoru’s apprehension, worried he’d displeased Suguru or stepped out of line, he started to profusely apologize. Suguru had pinned him against the door and kissed Satoru stupid, until the other man melted against him, eagerly kissing him back.
There were perks to working with one's husband, like having two private offices on campus.
“I think you are, too, Yuji. Tomorrow morning, let’s train one on one so I can further assess your progress. We might wanna have you shadow Nanami on some of his upcoming missions. He holds the record for the most consecutive black flashes.”
“Really?! Not Gojo-sensei?”
Ah, there it was. Since saving Yuji, he tended to act a bit starstruck when it came to Satoru and Suguru. Suguru didn’t blame the kid. He’d had quite the introduction to jujutsu society, and been told he was set to be executed within hours of learning of jujutsu’s existence.
Suguru smiled, “Satoru is capable of consecutive black flashes, but with his technique, he rarely uses it.”
“Yeah, I guess, Gojo-sensei wouldn’t really need to,” Yuji scratched the back of his head, then turned toward Suguru with hopeful eyes, “What about you?”
“Can I do black flash?” Suguru clarified.
“Yeah,” Yuji sounded so eager. It was endearing and refreshing to see Jujutsu through his eyes.
“I can,” Suguru confirmed.
Yuji looked so excited, “Wow. So you’re good at hand to hand, black flash, and have a really cool cursed technique! Is there anything you’re not good at Geto-sensei?”
Suguru laughed. He appreciated having such an eager and curious student,
“Well, I wouldn’t say my black flash is as strong as Satoru’s or Nanami’s, but I’m better at hand to hand combat. I prefer more subtle ways of imbuing cursed energy in my punches and kicks, and I tend to favor it combined with my technique. I learned how to fight with my fists long before I learned how to effectively channel cursed energy or truly understood my technique early on, so it’s stuck with me.”
Just as Yuji was about to respond, Nobara ran up behind him, placed an arm around his shoulders, and glared at Suguru, before loudly declaring, “Your husband owes me a designer bag.”
Suguru bit his tongue, trying to prevent himself from bursting into laughter. What a ludicrous statement, and yet, apt for Nobara. He watched as Megumi slowly followed behind her, looking simultaneously cautious and bored. The twins remained on the field. Suguru was impressed when Mimiko pinned Nanako to the ground in less than two moves. It was usually the other way around; his heart swelled with pride; his girls were thriving.
Before enrolling at Jujutsu High, Megumi had asked to talk privately with Satoru and Suguru. They’d agreed, and waited patiently for their son to share what was on his heart. He’d requested for them not to share their relation to him, and that he’d already told the twins he didn’t want anyone to know. Nanako and Mimiko, who were also first years, had initially disagreed with his decision, but after discussion, they agreed with only one stipulation: if there was an emergency, it was grounds for disclosure. They could all agree to those terms.
And so, no one, except for the faculty, knew that Nanako, Mimiko, and Megumi were their children. He and Satoru had understood; their kids wanted to fit in with their peers and didn’t want to receive preferential treatment: real or perceived. It was hard, but they'd do anything if it made their kids happy.
“Tell me, Nobara, why does he owe you? What did he do?” Suguru asked conspiratorially. Nobara grinned at him, all remaining apprehension draining from her face. He’d noticed that she often overstepped without meaning to, and that she was very much aware of it.
Nobara whisper-yelled back, “He promised me and Yuji, Roppongi! Roppongi, Geto-sensei! I could have been scouted there, but no, instead, he took us there on a mission a few days ago, and he had us go into some dusty old building where we had to fight a grade 4 curse. Grade 4! Like we’re some kind of amateurs.”
Megumi was watching him, curiously awaiting his response. Yuji was nodding along with Nobara, trying to be encouraging, though he looked more confused than he did slighted.
“I see. You’re right, this is an absolutely unforgivable offense. I’ll speak with him about it immediately. He definitely owes you an apology for this transgression.”
“Seriously?” He felt almost cruel witnessing how excited Nobara was. Yuji’s eyes were wide, mouth slack-jawed.
A small scoff excited Megumi’s lips. Suguru caught the tail end of him rolling his eyes, his son’s monotone voice would sound bored to the untrained ear, but Suguru knew better; he knew Megumi was exasperated with him, “He’s not serious, Kugisaki. He’d do the exact same thing Gojo-sensei did, if not worse.”
Nobara placed her hand on her chest, betrayed, “I thought you were cooler, Geto-sensei, but I should’ve known better than to expect anything different from a man who willingly married Gojo-sensei.”
Suguru snorted, unable to contain his amusement any longer. There was no point in denying the truth, so he didn’t bother to try. Yuji grinned, “You and Gojo-sensei are actually pretty funny, aren’t you?”
“Did somebody say Gojo-sensei?!”
Suguru’s heart skipped a beat, as he turned to face his husband. He hadn’t even heard him walking toward them. He wondered if Satoru had purposefully obscured himself or if Suguru had merely been too focused on his students to notice.
Satoru looked hotter than was socially acceptable for someone wearing a school teacher uniform and a blindfold. Suguru wanted to throw him onto the ground or maybe he wanted Satoru to throw him. He wasn’t sure and didn’t really care, as long as it meant they were touching.
Satoru smirked at him, like the bastard knew exactly what he was thinking. Suguru was sure his own face was rather telling, and forced himself to school his face into a neutral expression, “Satoru.”
“Hey babe, looking good,” Satoru’s eyes roved up Suguru's body, and his smirk widened when his eyes landed on Suguru’s neck. Ok, scratch that, Satoru was an absolute menace and a little shit. Suguru’s face felt hot, as his stomach flooded with pleasure and embarrassment.
Nobara made a faux vomiting noise, bringing their attention back to their students.
He was going to have to talk to Satoru about pet names in public. Usually, they referred to each other by their respective last names at work, but one of Satoru’s biggest tells was his use of pet names. Every time he came back from a mission that lasted more than three days, he would, without fail, slip up and accidentally call him baby or babe at work. Except, it had never happened in front of their students before, let alone their son, whose face was turning a bright shade of red, one that rivaled Suguru’s own.
Satoru’s eyebrows rose, pink lips parting in surprise. It was as Suguru suspected, Satoru had forgotten, though Satoru, when faced with the possibility of embarrassment, typically leaned in and committed. Suguru envied him, like with infinity, most things bounced off of Satoru easily.
“Pretend to vomit all you want, Nobara, but what Suguru and I have is pure love, and there is no shame in that,” He was ever quick to recover.
Yuji’s eyes sparkled, clearly moved by Satoru’s words, whilst Megumi, well, his son looked downright mortified.
“How lovely,” Nobara’s voice was tinged with sarcasm, before a devious grin crossed her face, “Geto-sensei said you owed me a designer bag after the hurt you caused.”
Satoru faltered, “Huh? Hurt?”
“Roppongi,” Suguru said solemnly.
Satoru started to laugh earnestly, “You’re still on about that? You guys can go back to Roppongi right now if you want to. Oh, you should go to this bakery called L’Atelier du Pain. They have this amazing strawberry daifuku danish. It’s delicious. Actually if you go, can one of you bring me one? Or maybe two… or three…” Satoru started to mumble to himself, debating the ideal number of sweets. Suguru wanted to kiss him.
“We should go, Kugisaki! Right, Fushiguro?!” Yuji’s eyes were bright. The boy had an unparalleled enthusiasm for life.
“Ok,” Megumi sighed, resigned, but his lips were slightly upturned. Suguru knew his son very much wanted to go.
“Did somebody say Roppongi!?” Nanako shouted as she dashed over, Mimiko close behind.
“Oh good, you’re coming, too? Because these two idiots,” Nobara gestured at Yuji and Megumi, “Have no fashion sense whatsoever.” Nobara linked arms with the twins and started pulling them toward the entrance of Jujutsu High. Suguru feigned a cough to stifle his laughter.
“Hey! I do know some things about fashion!” Yuji argued, running after them.
Megumi made no move to leave, and stood quietly watching as his friends left, his arms hanging limply at his sides. His son exhaled loudly, and then faced his parents, “Can the two of you ever be normal?”
Never one to miss a chance to clap back, Satoru placed his hands on his hips and replied, testily, “This is our normal, Megs.”
“Unfortunately, I’m very aware of that."
“We didn’t reveal anything about you or your sisters, so I don’t see what your problem is,” Satoru crossed his arms, petulant.
While Satoru had wholeheartedly agreed and genuinely understood when Megumi asked, it hadn’t stopped him from privately crying on Suguru’s shoulder that same night, long after Megumi had gone to bed. In the two months since Megumi started at Jujutsu High, things had been slightly more tense between them. Suguru had reassured Satoru, on more than one occasion, that it was normal for teenagers to push back against their parents and that it didn’t mean Megumi didn’t care.
“Satoru,” Suguru placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder, delighted when he felt his husband lean into his touch, “I think it’s probably uncomfortable for Megumi to see you flirting with me in front of his friends.”
“Don’t act like you’re any better than him,” Megumi crossed his arms, eyes narrowing as he turned to Suguru, completely unimpressed.
Suguru couldn’t help it this time, and started to laugh, big deep belly laughter. His son was right, of course, he was. Suguru noticed Satoru was smiling at him. Good. The shadow of a smile ghosted over Megumi’s face, too, and Suguru knew then that they were in the clear.
“You’re right, Megs,” Suguru agreed.
“I can’t believe you came to my defense,” Satoru stared at Megumi, lips parted in surprise. Suguru noticed Satoru’s fingers twitching, a sure sign that Satoru wanted to hug Megumi, but was exerting self control. Megumi knew it too.
Suguru watched as Megumi’s eyes scanned their surroundings. There was no one else around. Megumi sighed, huffing out a reluctant, “Make it quick.”
Satoru rushed forward, embracing their son tightly, “I knew you loved me, Megs.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Megumi rested his head on Satoru’s shoulder, like he had done since he was a child, hiding his small smile against Satoru’s uniform.
Suguru tried willing away his tears, but to no avail; he’d found that having children brought out his sentimental side. It brought him immense pride to see them grow, yet he missed seeing their faces filled with childlike wonder.
Satoru pulled away just as quickly. They both tried hard to respect Megumi’s boundaries, though it was hard when they were ever changing and rarely communicated by their moody son. Luckily, they were both quite fluent in Megumi’s body language and vocal tones.
“Go catch up with your friends. We’ll see you later for dinner at home. Tsumiki requested soba,” Satoru waved at Megumi, dismissing him.
Megumi nodded, before heading toward the exit, too.
As soon as their son was out of sight, Satoru turned and faced Suguru, grabbed the front of his uniform and pulled him close, Suguru watched, delighted, as his husband’s pupils dilated as he hungrily took in Suguru’s neck up close, “So, how does round two sound, babe?”
“Where?”
“My office?”
“Too far.”
“I’ll teleport us there.”
Suguru grasped Satoru’s shoulder, and leaned in close to his ear, allowing his lips to brush against Satoru’s skin. He watched with satisfaction as Satoru failed to suppress a full body shiver, “Let’s go home.”
“Seriously?”
He understood Satoru’s surprise; typically, Suguru refused to leave school grounds when they were on the clock, which often led to half-assed blowjobs under desks or quick make out sessions against classroom walls, but today, he needed Satoru more than he valued propriety. Suguru wanted more hours of deep love making, not a rushed fuck on one of their desks.
“Take me to bed, Satoru.”
“As you wish, Suguru,” Satoru took his hand, and in an instant, they were home. Excitement pulsed through him as he watched Satoru fling his blindfold onto the floor.
As he wished, indeed.