That shouldn't be a problem (in theory); actually, he should be happy that now he can tease Megumi with his little crush on his classmate, except that... Well, he also likes Yuuji. He likes Yuuji a lot. Quite too much, probably. At first he tried to delude himself thinking

that Yuuji and him just clicked because they were very similar. Yuuji's just so kind, sweet, confident, a novelty, a prodigy. A little personification of the Sun, Satoru just couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Of course, in just a matter of months, he accepted that he had a

crush, a big one, one that he knew would eventually become an actual interest, and oh god, he was afraid. First of all, he couldn't make a move. Gojo Satoru had never been in a position where he had found someone attractive and couldn't do anything about it. Most of the time

he just flashed a smile, winked, and people were throwing themselves at him. Now, when he does that, Yuuji just smiles widely at him, amused at his teacher's good mood, blinding Gojo in the process. There was also the tiny issue of their age difference.

You see, if Gojo did something, he was a criminal. If Yuuji did something and Gojo just indulged him, he was also a criminal, but he had some defence when someone pointed out the inappropriateness of their relationship. The good thing is that he never really cared about laws.

Still, he had to wait until Yuuji was the one making a move, which he guessed was going to happen, because if he had read him correctly, Yuuji also had a crush on him! He was just careful about it. He thought he just had to be patient, wait for the right time and–

"Itadori, go on a date with me". What in the actual fuck? Gojo was peacefully eating his sandwich near the vending machines when he heard that awful, AWFUL, sentence. He got up as quietly as he could, got near the boys, and used the full power of the six eyes to listen

(and see) the conversation without being perceived. There they were, his precious boy, and that ungrateful little b– "A date? Don't you mean hanging out?" Gojo wanted to get to the nearest shrine to pray and thank every God above that had made his Yuuji so oblivious.

Megumi, instead, looked mortified. As if his red face wasn't enough, he frowned, making him look even funnier. Gojo would appreciate the sight if it weren't for the situation. "No, a date," he repeated. Gojo saw him inhale deeply, as if he was mustering courage. "I...

I like you, Itadori." Gojo had to make the conscious effort not to let his cursed energy slip from him. That little fucker! Look at how he's paying him after all the time and love Gojo had put into raising him! Trying to steal his little sunshine! Oh, fuck, and what if Yuuji

said yes!? They're good friends, they get along, Megumi's pretty. Satoru's been there before, young, handsome, having an amazing relationship with his best friend. The risk was too high! He needed to do something, quick. Maybe screaming to interrupt them?? Use red to distract

them? Oh, what about– "I'm sorry Fushiguro," Yuuji said, waking Gojo from his scheming. "But I already have someone I like, I cannot accept your confession." If he didn't yell out of happiness it was dumb luck. "Just give me an opportunity, Itadori," Megumi asked, sounding

kind of desperate. "If you like who I think you like, you know that's almost impossible. Give me a chance, then you can reject me." Wait, wait, wait. Almost impossible? No, hell no. You see, Gojo was quite sure that Yuuji felt attracted to him. Gojo saw the starry eyes, the shy

smiles, the eagerness, the little blush that sometimes adorned those sweet cheeks whenever Gojo got fat too close. Hell, thinking about it, he could bet his whole inheritance that Yuuji had a crush on him too. So, that meant that– Gojo heard a sigh. "I...Ok, I will."

Oh no, he wouldn't. Gojo squeezed his sandwich far too much when he heard that. He needed to stop this madness, and he needed to do it right fucking now. Impossible? Gojo had been daydreaming about their life together once Yuuji graduated for months now! How could that be

impossible!? Without wasting time, he took his phone, texting Yuuji a short message. "Hiii, Yuuji-kyuuun (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠) Come meet me at my office after your mission today ✨" Of course, the answer came right away. "okie dokie sensei (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)" Gojo Satoru was a man on

a mission that day, and the mission consisted of having Yuuji send him hearts in every single one of his messages from that day until the rest of his lives. - It was easy. Surprisingly easy. And if it weren't because he was used to Yuuji's sweet simplicity, he'd have deemed it

far too easy. All it took was a little peck on the lips. Yuuji almost fainted, but after a little explanation, Gojo ended with his sweet boy all smitten in his arms. As it was always meant to be. - The day of the supposed date, Megumi knocks Yuuji's door at exactly nine p.m.

Of course, the one who opens is not Yuuji. "Oh, Megumi-chan!" Megumi doesn't like that obnoxious, high tone, but he does little more than glare at him. There are more pressing questions in his mind. "What are you doing in Itadori's room?" "Not even a 'good morning'?" Gojo

pouts, leaning into the door frame. "I didn't raise you to be this rude, you know?" Megumi frowns this time, annoyed at the evading, but knowing that if he wants answers, he'll have to play along. "Good morning, Gojo-san," he sighs. "Could you please tell me what are you doing

in Itadori's room? And why isn't he here now? We're supposed to go out." A more careful look makes Megumi notice that Gojo isn't dressed in his uniform, he's in his pyjamas. And his hair is a mess, too. Wait, is he completely barefoot? "Ah, yes! Yuuji mentioned something about

that last night–" "Last night?" "Yes! We had a movie night and–" "You slept here?" "Well, as you can see–" "You two alone?" "Are you going to keep interrupting me or can I finish my sentences?" Megumi rolls his eyes. "Listen, now I want to know if you know how

inappropriate it is that you are sleeping alone with Itadori–" "Inappropriate?" Gojo's smiling, big, bright, and somehow menacing at the same time. "Oh, but he's my boyfriend! I don't see why that's inappropriate, it is something couples do." Megumi's face gets pale.

"Boyfriend?" He says, barely audible. "What do you mean by boyfriend? I asked him out the other day and–" "And he told you he had someone he liked, didn't he?" Gojo interrupts, looking pleased. "Well, that's me. And I like Yuuji too, I wasn't going to let the opportunity slide."

Gojo can see Megumi’s face turning white, the thousands of questions in his mind, and wonders if the boy is going to be brave enough to ask them. Probably not. “You don’t need to put on that face, Megumi,” he chuckles, shrugging, “You knew it was meant to happen, didn’t you?

I already told you, Yuuji and I are cut differently, we…” Gojo stops, watching closely Megumi’s frustrated expression. Ah, he’s being too harsh, isn’t he? He has just stolen his dear protègé’s crush and now he’s being a dick about it, isn’t he? Don’t get him wrong,

he loves Megumi! He saw him grow and everything but… But well, he’s Gojo Satoru, he won’t tolerate the disrespect, not when it comes from the boy he took under his wing, not when it involves Yuuji. He needs to protect them, and what’s better than saving Megumi from

the heartbreak? Yuuji never liked him in that way anyways, and not one date nor thousands of them was going to change that. Yuuji was Gojo’s from the beginning. “Maybe you should go. Yuuji won’t wake up until noon,” he advises, having a slight change of heart. “Once he wakes up

I’ll tell him to go see you.” He closes the door before he gets hit with Megumi’s sadness. He won’t be starting the day like that when he has 80 kilos of huggable, sweet, Yuuji waiting for him in bed.

He stretches before getting back under the cover, where a still asleep Yuuji looks for him unconsciously. While he’s leaving a small kiss on the boy’s forehead, he wonders for a second if he did something wrong, but when Yuuji mumbles a soft “Sensei…” under his breath,