Nothing Special

@z.naobito

Satoru did not tell you where he was going.

He usually did, even if you didn't ask.

But he wanted to keep today's venture a secret.

The second Gojo Satoru set foot on the Zenin estate, everyone knew.

Naobito could care less, despite being slightly aggravated by the powerful sorcerer's presence.

The maids all saw him first as he entered. He'd been here before, with Megumi Fushiguro, but that was a scheduled visit. Everyone was prepared for that. But when you're going about your normal routine, sweeping the floors, and then a tall, white haired man with blue eyes who changed the course of jujutsu with his birth and could obliterate you in a second without even realizing it until you were rebirthed, walked inside the room, it could be terrifying.

"Where's the head dude?"

The maid stammered for a moment.

"Naobito-sama is in his room. He's just awoken."

Satoru rolled his eyes. "Lazy bastard. Does he know I'm here?"

Probably. But the maid couldn't say that. She shook slightly, gripping onto the broom. "I'll make sure he does."

Satoru hummed in acknowledgement. Somehow, the maid mustered the courage to ask him something before he left the room. "If you don't mind me asking, how is Y/N doing?"

Satoru seemed surprised that he was asked such a thing, but smiled instantly at the mention of your name. "She's well! Thank you for asking!" He made sure to get a good look at her kind face before he left. She deserved more than whatever the Zenin clan was making her do here.

Naoyuki saw Satoru when they ran into each other in the halls. He had made a turn at the same time as Satoru, and froze.

"Gojo Satoru?" He questioned, calling out the name. He couldn't believe his eyes. "What're you doing here?"

Satoru sighed, turning around to face Naoyuki. "I'm here to speak to your father."

Naoyuki's eyes widened. "You're not"-

Satoru grinned. "I am. Mind leading me to your father?"

Naoyuki huffed. "Absolutely not, I would never assist you in this... this terrible idea! Are you not aware of the history of our clans?"

Rolling his eyes, Satoru leaned back against the wall. "Noooo, I only always heard about it every day as a child before jujutsu tech, but please. Enlighten me."

Naoyuki glared at Satoru's laid back and disrespectful manner. How any woman could fawn over this man was lost on him. Much less his well raised sister.

"Find your own way."

Satoru shrugged. "What, like it's hard?"

It really wasn't.

Satoru was at Naobito's door, and knocked - one, because had to show some courtesy. Two, because he didn't want to walk in on your dad being promiscuous.

A maid opened the door for him. "Leave the room," Naobito ordered her from inside. She nodded, waiting for Satoru to step in before taking her leave and shutting the door behind her.

Naobito sat on the floor, leaning his back against a wall, shounen jump in one hand and his flask in the other. Satoru raised a brow at the man. "Do you know why I'm here?"

Naobito sighed, taking a swig of whatever he had in his flask. Probably something way too strong. "Got an idea. Why don't you take a seat?"

"This won't take very long. And I want to get it over with."

Naobito chuckled. "Alright, then. Throw it at me."

"I'm going to marry your daughter."

Satoru held Naobito's stare for almost a minute. The silence was annoying, and definitely getting to him, but he wouldn't lose to your dad of all people.

Naobito rolled his eyes, groaning as he scratched the back of his head. "Not even a question, just a damn statement. Why bother coming here at all if it won't sway your decision?"

"Because courtesy, or whatever."

He laughed loudly. Satoru raised a brow at him. "Oh, come on! Of all people, neither one of us cares about courtesy! Who're you kidding?!"

Satoru shrugged. "Your daughter will be happy that the burden of telling you all is off her shoulders."

"My daughter," Naobito chuckled, repeating that under his breath. "More like your wife, now."

Satoru huffed. "Doesn't make her any less of your daughter. Even though I personally do not like that."

Naobito sighed. "Fine. You've got my blessing or whatever."

Satoru's brows furrowed. "I wasn't asking for it."

Naobito waved him off. "Well, you came all this way, it's the least I should offer. Y'know, courtesy and all that," he smirked. "Either way, it'll be nice to know that the head of the Gojo clan isn't planning on doing anything to hurt the Zenin clan, seeing as I've done him this favour."

Satoru laughed sarcastically. "As long as you leave Y/N alone... I'll see what I can do."

Satoru should've done this a long time ago.