"Here's your lunch!" Tsumiki presented a small bento box to her brother, who thanked her.
School was fine as usual. Some people were a bit annoying, but other than that, it was fine. Megumi mostly played with his dogs in class, as it appeared most people couldn't see them?
Gojo said that it was because they were special cursed beings, and Megumi half believed him, half didn't.
"So children, remember, please fill out this sheet with the your parent's jobs as homework! It's really simple, don't worry about it!" The teacher said as she passed them out.
Jobs...jobs....oh. What did his dad do, Megumi wondered.
Wait....what did he do....
"Tsumiki, what does dad do?" Megumi asked his sister.
Tsumiki looked up and thought for a while. She kept thinking back to when their dad had ever mentioned his job, until she finally realized....he hasn't.
"Sorry Megumi, I don't know....but we can ask him when we get home!" Tsumiki smiled.
And so when they got home....
"Gojo-san, Dad, what are your jobs?" Megumi asked as he showed his worksheet.
"Well....." Gojo paused, which is very unusual, "I'm a Jujutsu Sorcerer, the strongest of them all!"
Megumi scrunched up his nose. "Superheroes aren't real, Gojo-san."
Toji was about to say something, but ended up laughing a bit.
"Bold of you to laugh for someone who's an assassin!" Gojo snapped.
"An assassin?" Tsumiki tilted her head. Sh**, he forgot about the kids for a second.
"It's a simple job, involving business and dealings with other people." Toji answered.
"That sounds much better than Gojo's superhero job." Megumi nodded.
"I'm not a superhero! A Jujutsu Sorcerer is a legit job, Megumi, you're likely to become one too! Here, I'll show you."
Gojo sighed and snapped his fingers, pointing to a cup that sat on the table. In an instant, three perfect pieces of glass fell on the table.
"See?" Gojo said.
"Woahh...." Megumi and Tsumiki were definitely impressed.
"Dad, could you do that too?" Tsumiki said.
Toji shrugged. "Not like what Gojo did though."
"I still want to see." Megumi tugged on his father's sleeve.
Toji walked into the kitchen and came back with a fruit knife. Aiming at another cup on the table (how convenient), he threw it and sliced it right in half, before landing with a gentle "thud" in the wall.
"Woah...." The same reaction.
With that little discussion about Jujutsu sorcerers into the night, Megumi's worksheet may or may have not been a little...
Strange.
But all in a good heart!
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If I was the teacher I'd be probably screaming and super happy inside
Anywaysss....pics of Megumi and Tsumiki (and Gojo)
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So, if Toji raised Megumi || Fushiguro
FanfictionSelf explanatory, no? Yeah, I decided to do this idea. It sounded pretty fun :D Most of the book will be, like my other books, short chapters filled with their daily lives of Toji just struggling to raise his son. Please do note that there are man...