Nah, I'd Host Thanksgiving

Part I: The Dinner

"Are you excited?" Yuji asked, pulling his car up to the curb.

"I guess so. Although I never thought that Gojo was one to cook," Megumi responded, getting out of the car and sticking his hands in his pockets as he approached the front door.

"I'm sure it'll be good! And besides, most of the food is coming from everyone else," Yuji said, knocking on the door.

The door was opened almost immediately, with Gojo's tall frame towering over the two. "Yuji! Megumi!" Gojo said, drawing out the last "i" in Megumi's name and pulling him into an exaggerated hug. Megumi stared at Yuji, his eyes pleading for help and his lip curled in disgust, but the other was laughing too hard to recognize his pleas.

"I made the best banana pudding!" Gojo said, leading the two into the kitchen with his arms around their shoulders. "Although it's so good, we have to save it for desert."

"Anxiously waiting," Megumi said sarcastically before scanning the room to see who was already present. To his surprise, however, there was only one other person standing in the corner of the kitchen, bearing a striking resemblance to Yuji. Megumi eventually recognized him as Yuji's delinquent uncle.

"How did you get into my house?" Gojo demanded, equally as surprised as Megumi to find the man standing there.

"The back fucking door that you left unlocked?" Sukuna said, eyeing the kitchen table for the food that was already laid out.

"Did anyone invite you?" Gojo asked, sticking his arms out in front of Yuji and Megumi as a kind of shield.

"You'd better be thankful I'm here! My parole officer barely allowed it!" Sukuna responded, rapidly snatching a square of cornbread off the table before retreating into the backyard.

"Stay out there!" Gojo yelled, slamming the door behind him and taking inventory of the kitchen table to see what food had already been stolen. Luckily, it seemed that the cornbread was the only casualty. For now.

"What did you make?" Yuji asked, staring down the table with hungry eyes.

"Cornbread, deviled eggs, banana pudding, and the turkey!" Gojo responded, taking a seat at the table and kicking up his feet onto the chair next to him. "Maki's supposed to bring the mashed potatoes, Yuta's bringing some salad and a ham, Nanami's bringing a charcuterie board, and Inumaki's bringing some kind of... fish thing? I couldn't really understand what he was talking about, but oh well!"

"Hell yeah!" Yuji celebrated, throwing a fist into the air. "Fish thing!"

The doorbell rang at that moment, and Gojo ran to go see who it was. Nothing could prepare him, though, for the man standing outside.

"Suguru?" Gojo asked, his smile dropping as he stared at his ex.

"Satoru," Geto said, gazing into Gojo's eyes as he held a platter of mac and cheese.

"I didn't send you an invite," Gojo said, turning his head to the side dramatically.

"Everyone else asked me if I was coming. The way they spoke had me assume I was invited," Geto said, closing his eyes. "If you don't want me here, though, I can drop this off and leave."

"No," Gojo said instantaneously. "You can stay."

Although he looked a bit taken aback, Geto managed a smile, entering the house with Gojo in tow and heading towards the kitchen.

Back in the living room, Yuji took a seat next to Megumi on the couch, deciding to watch some of the Lions game as he ate his appetizer plate. "You like the Lions, right Megumi?" he asked through a mouth full of cornbread.