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1
Shoko Leiri remembered that it was the second summer after she had graduated from Jujutsu High.
Gojo Satoru walked towards her with a jacket in his hand, the black fabric was heavily drenched and it looked like it had been fished out of a pool of blood. The young man had his usual pair of round sunglasses on and with every step he took, blood and some kind of green slim, presumably the body fluid of some cursed spirits, dripped to the ground. It left a disgusting trail of green and crimson on the pearl white tiles.
They were going to get numerous complaints from the janitorial staff tomorrow for sure.
“Welcome back,” Shoko said.
Being the strongest comes with certain responsibilities, even someone as carefree as Gojo was bound to carry these burdens.
“I’m—tired!” Gojo threw his uniform jacket into the sink on the side and dropped himself into the sofa. Considering his above average height, he alone took up the majority of the sofa. “Even if I’m the strongest they can’t keep sending me off to long term missions in foreign countries.”
“Can’t be helped. You know that we’re always understaffed.” Jujutsu sorcerers weren’t like the rising number of heroes. All things considered, their population had always been tiny in comparison. It’s quite funny really, jujutsu sorcerers were usually “quirkiness” as defined by modern medicine and it was rare for those with a quirk to be born with a cursed technique.
Gojo rolled his eyes before he sulked further into the soft sofa. After a few minutes, he asked slowly, “Shoko, can you help deliver a baby?”
His question was out of the blue and it threw Shoko off for a second. But she recovered quickly.
“Sure I can.” Even if they ran into trouble with a natural birth, all she got to do is make a cut and take the baby out before using her reverse technique on the mother. “Why did you ask? Don’t tell me you actually knocked someone up. Do you need me to recommend some post-labour care books for the mother? I got a few that were even written by Recovery Girl.”
Even though she cheated her way to get her M.D. licence faster than normal, it wasn’t like she was a complete idiot in the medical field. She still studied pretty hard since reverse technique might not be able to heal everything, and by studied, of course it included the basics for Gynaecology and obstetrics. Chuckling, Shoko simply couldn’t imagine Gojo quieting down and actually reading any of those pamphlets for new parents. Although her classmate was born with a silver spoon and he had a stunningly breathtaking face, his personality was trash. Any romantic partners that could stand him for more than a week was probably a real angel, stupid enough to have the heart of a saint, or just wanted an offspring with the six eye’s genes.
The only unsettling thing was that Gojo remained silent. He didn’t joke around or quip like he usually would.
“There’s no mother,” he said flatly.
“What?”
“The one that’s carrying the baby is a man, so technically he’s also the father.” The white haired young man chewed on the lollipop loudly. The hard candy cracked between his pearl white teeth before crumbling into tiny pieces and disappeared down his throat. The way he ate was childish, yet there was an air of seriousness around him. “But the kid’s definitely mine.”
Shoko thinks that she needed to to sit down and she did just that. “Excuse me?”
“I was planning on pissing off those old farts but he doesn’t want to go public. So I guess there won’t be a wedding. Well, whatever. So long as there’s a kid that should be enough to shut the old geezers back home up. They won’t be pestering me about meeting the daughters of other prestigious families or what not so long as I got an heir. It’s been quite annoying having to deal with their constant nagging about entering an arranged marriage with some girl I have never met.”
Gojo’s mouth was still moving but Shoko’s brain wasn’t registering a word he said. She heard a loud boom against her eardrums. It felt like someone was setting off landmines right next to her…or she accidentally got pulled into Gojo’s domain and the sentence “GOJO IS GOING TO HAVE A KID” is playing inside her head on an infinite loop.
Honestly, if someone had told her that All Might was retiring, it’d still be more believable than Gojo having a child.
But this was Gojo Satoru, anything is possible when Gojo is involved.
“Can I…ask who he is?” Her voice was trembling but Shoko doesn’t care.
“Oh, you probably know him too. Here.”
Gojo threw her his phone and on the screen, it was the picture of a young hero. Flaming red hair, turquoise eyes brighter than thunder…this was definitely not a holy angel or a fool with too much heart. In fact, to most villains, the man in the picture was probably the equivalent of Satan crawling out from the fiery pits of hell.
But Gojo didn’t seem to have noticed her shock as he smiled. “Cute, isn’t he?”
All Shoko could think of was that she seriously needed a smoke.
Or rather, Gojo needed to get his eyes checked out.
Maybe while he was at it, let the doctors examine his brain too.
2
Even in this society filled with heroes and superpowers, Touya was still quite the special case. While most people with quirks had no talent in jujutsu, Touya was born with the sight. It shocked the jujutsu world at first. People were bewildered by his potential. They wondered how could a child like him be born.
But if you considered who his father was, his existence started making sense…well, sort of.
You see, Touya’s last name was Gojo. As in, Gojo Satoru’s Gojo.
Touya was the six eye’s son.
The biological kind too. They’ve got the same white hair and blue eyes, some would even say that Touya looked like the splitting image of Gojo except for his height.
Even though he didn’t inherit the six eyes or the limitless, he still had an exceptional cursed technique. Add in his quirk and you’d get a deadly combo that enabled him to rose through the ranks and received recognition as a well respected jujutsu sorcerer. While he was growing up, the remark that often came up in conversations about him was that “even though he is Gojo-sensei’s/ that idiot’s child, they are nothing alike ”.
This was probably thanks to his other “father”.
Todoroki Enji. Hero name: Endeavor. Even though the man wasn’t as well loved by the public as All Might, his numerous achievements still allowed him to keep a tight grip on the title of No.2.
As for how did two human male conceive a child together? Well, don’t ask. All you got to know was that this was a big world and there were many interesting curses or quirks out there. Also, they didn’t just have one kid, Touya’s actually got three other siblings. But none of them inherited a cursed technique like Touya did, so all three of them took Endeavor’s last name instead of Gojo’s.
It doesn’t really matter though. Their parents never got married anyways. In Touya’s eyes, both his parents were assholes no matter what. One was frivolous and just an overall piece of shit, the other was way too stern and grumpy, with a face that could make toddlers cry. Strange enough, these two actually did a pretty fair job in raising their 4 kids. It was a miracle really. Touya took after Gojo’s footsteps and exorcise curses, Fuyumi and Natsuo both found a balance between living a relative ordinary life in the hero society and helping out with affairs in the jujutsu world, and Shouto was training to be a hero.
Sometimes Touya doesn’t know if who had it worst. That internal debatee always comes down to between himself and Shouto.
But he still hates it the most when he’s forced to watch his parents’ excessive displays of affection towards each other.
“Enji~” The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer alive threw himself onto the hero’s lap. The scene was almost comical, since both of these men were over six feet tall. And sure enough, Gojo was completely ignoring the phone in his pocket that was desperately vibrating to try and get its owner’s attention. Even if the sound was off, it felt like Touya could hear the phone screaming.
The young man can already visualize Ijichi-san’s crying face.
“Don’t you have work?” Todoroki Enji pointed to his lover’s phone but didn’t push Gojo away. He must be in a pretty good mood today then. Touya would bet his life that it was because Shouto passed his exam and got into Yuuei.
“It’s probably just the idiot higher ups holding a meeting to scold me again,” Gojo answered without much concern in his voice. Even though the man was already in his forties, he still had the face that could pass as a high-schooler. “Enji’s got a day off today, there’s no way I’m going to waste my time with those zombies. They talk way too much shit that makes me just want to kill them all off anyways. Much easier and it will save everybody a lot of time.”
He buried his face into Endeavor’s chest after he finished his threat.
Ew.
Touya turned his head away and turned the volume of the TV up. Shouto was still at school. Fuyumi and Natsuo went to pick up groceries since they said tonight they were going to make a feast to celebrate…which meant he was the only one that had to suffer through Gojo’s coquettish whining while Endeavor’s inaction only connived the problematic behaviour.
A small part of Touya kind of regretted not dragging Fushiguro along. Fushiguro kind of counted as Gojo’s son too right? If he was here, Touya wouldn’t be suffering alone.
“If you actually did that you will get labelled as a villain.” Todoroki Enji wasn’t bothered by Gojo’s malicious speech at all. He filled up his cup with tea as if his love was only talking about having pork for dinner instead of planning to end other people’s lives. To be honest, his dad wasn’t a bad looking one either. He was handsome and even though he wasn’t as large and beefed up as All Might, he still got well toned muscles from head to toe. If it wasn’t because the overly stern way he does things, he would probably be more popular with the public. This wasn’t a bad thing for their unconventional family though. Very few were able to see past Todoroki Enji’s tough exterior and find out that he actually gave birth to 4 kids.
…Now that he thinks about it, Touya remembered that a few talk show hosts with sharp eyes said something like they felt a kind of “motherly radiance” from Endeavor. When the flame hero heard it, he chased Gojo all the way from the front steps of Jujutsu High to the Gojo clan’s main house while blasting the jujutsu sorcerer with all he’s got. The media thought there was a new giant villain on the rise or something.
“Even I won’t be able to bail you out at that point,” Endeavor added.
But Gojo didn’t cared.
“Being star-crossed lovers is pretty exciting too.”
All right, that’s it.
While snatching up Gojo’s cake, Touya scooted further away from his parents. Before he could take a bite of the cake, his phone started ringing and of course it was from Ijichi. The poor man couldn’t reach Gojo, so now he has come to bother Gojo’s son.
So Touya did the only rational thing—he hung up the phone. Repeatedly.
After about the tenth time, Endeavor’s phone started ringing.
Being the rigorous workaholic, the hero picked up. After a short conversation with the person on the other end, he patted the fluffy white head in front of his chest gently. “That was Yaga. He said there is trouble down in Yokohama and you’re the only one that is free.”
Gojo grumbled something from the back of his throat, but at least the man stood up.
Touya also got to his feet. “Shouldn’t I go with you?”
They lived in a crazy world filled with curses, villains, and heroes. Also, since most of the jujutsu sorcerers’ work were done quietly under the curtain, not a lot of pro heroes were aware of their existence. It was probably better if he went to help do some crowd control.
“Relax,” Gojo laughed. He reached a hand out to ruffle his son’s hair and pushed the young man back down. “Your father is the strongest. You just wait here and help Fuyumi with dinner when they come back.”
Todoroki Enji handed the blindfold to his lover. “Make it quick, we’re celebrating Shouto’s entrance into Yuuei tonight.”
“Got it, I’ll be back soon.” Gojo leaned in and placed a light peck on the hero’s lips before disappearing.
With him gone, that left Touya alone with Endeavor.
“Hey Dad,” Touya called as he watched Endeavor picked up a roll of newspaper. They haven’t sat together like this in a while since both heroes and jujutsu sorcerers were usually busy and worked odd hours. Now Endeavor wasn’t a very loving father in the traditional sense and he doesn’t show affection well, but compared to Gojo (who definitely has too many screws loose in his head), Todoroki Enji was the normal one out of the two. “What did you saw in Father that made you got together with him in the first place?”
It was a question that had been eating Touya away for a while. He thought it might have something to do with how both men’s occupation is focused on saving people, or maybe it was just because they were both strong and that naturally attracted them to each other…whatever reasoning he came up, it all sounded like bull shit though. If he wasn’t the product of this odd relationship, he would probably think it was more likely to make Sukuna be nice to Itadori for an hour than it was for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and the No.2 hero to hook up.
Todoroki Enji was silent for the longest time. He didn’t utter a single syllable and Touya was starting to think he would never get a reply when he heard a sigh.
“….It was because of his looks.”
That answer was no better than Gojo’s “Cause Enji is adorable❤” when Touya asked the man last time.
Looking up at the ceiling, Touya decided that he was going to smack himself on the head later for ever even asking that dumb question.