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Ain't that just the way

Summary:

The best time for revelations is of course, at breakfast.

Spoilers for the manga.

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Breakfast on the Tokyo campus was never a dull affair, not when you sat at Satoru Gojo’s table. The Six Eyes had more war stories than years he’d been on Earth, though the third years derived more entertainment from Satoru’s energetic recounts being fact-checked by a one Shoko Ieiri. With Satoru’s penchant for embellishing details and straight up lying in some cases, Shoko it seemed, had enough dirt on the man to inspire a sense of fear in the formerly strongest sorcerer alive.

And perhaps, the third years speculated, it wasn’t only fear that straightened out their sensei. With the way the doctor enabled much of their sensei’s penchant for undermining the higher-ups, one could be forgiven for entertaining rumours of a romantic nature that bubbled up every time he paid a solo trip to the Infirmary or Morgue. 

(“No way, that’s totally illegal!” Satoru would always say. But he always looked way too pleased about it.)

This morning, Megumi noted Shoko was running late again. Shoko never missed breakfast. She too derived entertainment in bringing down the Six Eyes a couple of pegs, but Megumi wished she’d hurry: Satoru was on his way to divulging his biggest whopper to date. “Gojo biology” was a thing, apparently, and Satoru looked gleeful, perhaps comfortable in the notion that he’d finally picked a topic that not even Shoko’s analytical mind could systematically dismantle: Clan Secrets.  

“Oh come on,” Nobara scoffed while Yuji frowned to himself. “There’s no way that’s a thing.”

“Totally a thing,” Satoru insisted, eyes wide as if he were recounting a horror story. A stretch, considering their line of work. “It’s all the weird cursed energy. Gets real fucky on the mothers.”

“Fucky how?” Megumi said. 

“My auntie’s hair turned jet black when she was carrying my cousin. It changed back of course when he was born, but man. Tense family dinners for my uncle for those nine months! Dad says he even had the divorce lawyers on speed dial too!” Satoru burst out laughing while the others grimaced. 

“What about your mother?” Megumi said. He spotted Shoko at last at the front of the cafeteria, shuffling lethargically towards them in Satoru’s aviators, coffee in hand. 

“Nah, nothing so exciting,” Satoru said, waving it off. 

“What, no extra limb or horns?” Nobara said. She rolled her eyes. 

“Nah, that was my other cousin.” Satoru sounded wistful. “My mother’s eyes just changed colour; standard fare for all Gojo babies. You can imagine my old man’s face when I popped out!” He chuckled. “Uncle had a great time getting back at him for that.”

Shoko arrived at last and took the seat Megumi had pulled out for her.

Nobara exchanged a ‘look’ with Yuji, as the two were always wont to whenever Shoko wore Satoru’s sunglasses. 

“Thank you,” Shoko told Megumi. Megumi nodded and went back to finishing his eggs, swatting away Satoru’s attempt at stealing another one of his sausages. 

Steam fogged the aviator lenses as Shoko lifted her mug to her lips. The table was silent as the doctor removed them and continued to sip, eyes closed in peace. The third years fidgeted. You never rushed someone paid to stand between you and death. 

Satoru plucked his aviators off the table and cleaned them with his shirt.

“Long night in the Morgue?” He asked conversationally. There was a teasing lilt to it that did not go unnoticed by the third years. 

“Yeah, really irritating specimen.” Shoko yawned.

Satoru snickered.

Shoko opened her eyes at last. 

A hushed silence fell over their table as the third years and Satoru gaped at her. 

Shoko’s eyes were no longer the warm brown they were used to but a pale green, like the yukata she favoured when they attended the summer festivals. Nobara, having an eye for craftsmanship, knew the price from a single inspection of the obi: “intricately woven with mother of pearl thread!”, handmade by a multi-generational family of artisans Megumi didn’t care to memorise the name of. To Megumi, the more important detail was that it had been a gift, an expensive one at that, and none of the third years needed to think real hard as to whom from. The real challenge was in the proof. Trying to bait one fox into a trap was hard enough. A pair of foxes? They’d have better luck beating Sukuna a second time.  

“What?” Shoko said to the table, before something clicked. She gestured to her new peepers with a sigh. “Oh, yeah. Don’t know what this is about, but my stomach’s been crazy. What’d I miss? Come on, don’t leave a girl hanging here.” Shoko took another sip, processing all of their reactions warily.  

Satoru looked elated though incapable of forming words, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. 

Nobara covered her mouth to hide a snort, then pushed Yuji’s hanging jaw closed. Megumi had gone catatonic, chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth. His omelette slipped free and landed back onto his plate with a soft splat. 

Yaga, who had been reading a newspaper one table over, did not look up as he turned the page. “You two. My office in an hour.”  

“Seriously what?” Shoko said exasperatedly to Satoru while he took her hand. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Lets just pretend Yaga was resuscitated because i forgot he died lmao

Gege gave us green-eyed Shoko in a bonus coloured page in the final chapter of the manga. Cue crack headcanon as an explanation.

Here is the image.

Written for the satoshoko server prompt "unplanned pregnancy"

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