satoru was never one for blood politics — his very best friend is a muggleborn. and recently, he may have come to a troubling conclusion: yuuji is too adorable. has he always looked this cute? there's no way, right?

and this crush on his kouhai devastates him more than he'd like to admit bc there is no way his parents will approve of him courting yuuji... he'll probably have to marry some pureblood girl and carry on the "untainted" gojo blood...

yuuji seems to return his feelings, if satoru's reading the room right. they don't really talk about crushes, either goofing around and playing wizard chess or sneaking into each other's common rooms. but satoru prides himself on his perceptiveness and he doubts he's wrong.

it all comes to a head when they decide to sneak out in the middle of the night to play one-on-one quidditch. yuuji releases the golden snitch into the air and then they chat in the cool night, keeping an eye out for the buzz of wings as they loop in circles on their brooms.

out of nowhere, a looming presence crowds satoru. a boggart. it should be easy. the spell 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 is on the tip of satoru's tongue, and he's dealt with more frightening creatures than this. but he turns, and he sees yuuji dead.

the boy is dangling limp on his broom, eyes empty and lips parted. his limbs are twisted morbidly in odd angles, and blood flows down his temple. his face is grey and pale, as if he'd been deceased for hours.

satoru screams, but not a peep comes out. wind is rushing in his ears. no. no. no. yuuji was fine a second ago. he should've been faster, should've watched out for danger, should'veshould'veshould've there is a sound of a whip. yuuji morphs into a wisp of smoke.

satoru stares. he stares and stares and stares and then his head is tilted up into golden eyes and red cheeks. "senpai, can you hear me? it's okay, i made the boggart disappear. i think it escaped from the DADA rooms." quieter, he says, "that was scary. i really did look dead."

oh. yuuji's dead body was just the work of a boggart. is that satoru's greatest fear? is it? relief chokes him and he surges up to grab yuuji's shoulders, kissing him. yuuji lets out a muffled squeak, teetering on his own broom, but he melts into it quickly.

satoru swiftly realises his parents' words mean nothing to him. he'll date whoever the hell he wants and maybe marry someone HE chooses. yuuji's lips are silk and the hands in satoru's hair feel like they belong. this, he knows, will be a dangerous addiction. a lovely affliction.

they descend to keep their brooms in the shed, and satoru slams yuuji against the wall, kissing him again. "do you want to...?" he asks, and yuuji fervently nods, canting his hips forward invitingly.

he doesn't care that this dingy place isn't quite the place he pictured to have sex with yuuji. he'd wanted royal blue sheets with high thread counts; the image of yuuji spread out below him, pink hair a halo; the way the reinforced bed still shakes with satoru's thrusts.

but he takes yuuji there in that shed. shock still seizes his bones & his fingers shake ever so slightly, but yuuji is warm and safe and alive in his hold & that is enough. with a stifled gasp, he's coming, flooding yuuji's insides, and yuuji's dick spurts between them.

"you're my boyfriend now," he mumbles, brushing his lips against yuuji's hairline. yuuji exhales through his nose, amused. "yes, senpai."

days go by and the PDA is disgustingly strong. word gets out & the daily prophet has an entire column dedicated to gojo satoru's proclivities for men & non-purebloods. as expected, his parents send him a howler. he burns it with an 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘰 before he even hears a thing.

AND THEN. yuuji starts feeling sick. he doesn't even eat much in the mornings anymore. he begrudgingly tells satoru he's might've puked on some mornings, and satoru's worry spikes. they see the nurse straight away.

after a couple diagnostic spells, the nurse's eyes widen. "itadori-kun... are you sexually active?" "well, um, yes," the fifth year student mumbles out. "it appears that you are pregnant."

?????? ?????? ??????? what the fuck. satoru is going to lose his marbles. "HAH?" he shouts. "it's not unheard of for wizards to carry children, but for you, itadori-kun, you seem too young for that phenomenon to occur," the nurse explains, a tinge of sympathy in her tone.

"i'm keeping it," yuuji says, surprising everyone. he looks into satoru's eyes, waiting for the slightest refusal with determination. there is none. how could there be? stupefaction turns into mindless joy. "shit," satoru gasps, "i'm gonna be a dad. we're gonna be dads."

"you seem way happier about this than i am," yuuji mumbles, but he's smiling, too. "well, yeah. my yuuji has a baby gojo satoru inside of him! how can i not be happy?" yuuji laughs, a delighted and twinkling thing. satoru has never been more sure of how much he loves this boy.