Golden Heart Under Cerulean Sky

Chapter 1

Gojo Satoru wants nothing but to fly back to Japan. Sure, the country was nice, he would have enjoyed it more if he was here for a vacation. But no such luck, being dragged here by his parents was not a holiday break he would have take pleasure in. The Gojo clan is here for a different purpose, and Gojo Satoru was not at all pleased.

Manila was a busy city, multiple skyscrapers piercing the clear, tropical sky. Satoru could hear the honks of cars and shouting of vendors from outside his family's limousine. He sighed. Just how long does he need to wait? Manila was great, but the traffic here was hellish.

He turned to his mother, his pristine and proud mother, and Satoru could not hold the indignation that flared in his chest. Was it not enough? He has the six eyes and the limitless technique. The Gojo clan has been the most powerful in the jujutsu society. He was the strongest for fuck's sake. He was the clan leader. But his mother's threats about him getting kicked out of his teaching profesion made him yield to his parent's demands.

He could say no and ignore the orders of the higher-ups but Satoru could never turn a deaf ear to his mother's warnings.

" Stop fidgeting, you're not a child, Satoru," his mother's irritated voice snapped at him. He could see the sour look on her face through his sunglasses.

He smirked, and turned to look in her direction. " I wonder how long we have to keep this farce," he said, throwing his hand dramatically into the air.

His mother turned to look at him, annoyance crossing her pale face. " What are you talking about?"

"This!" He motioned his hands outside the the car's window. Try as he might, Satoru had always been an impatient child, and it didn't changed when he grew older.

" I don't know why you have to drag me here, I have more important things to attend to in Japan. My students are probably wondering where their sensei is," he said exasperatedly and slumped to the car's seat.

" Satoru," his mother's sickly sweet voice called his name. It took him a lot of self-restraint not to roll his eyes at the sound of his mother's patronizing tone.

" We have a deal, remember? Fulfill yours, and I will fulfill mine." She said. A flash of savageness and mirth crossed her dainty features at the sight of his balled fist.

What a bitch, his mind whispered. Gojo Satoru was never one to recede without a fight, but dealing with his mother was another matter. Six eyes be damned.

" One day you will understand. You might even thank me for this someday," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Fucking hell.

Satoru closes his eyes, and hope for nothing but for this day to be over.

The night came and his annoyance won't leave him yet. But thanks to the sweet delicacy in front of him, Satoru found himself not caring about the whole situation. Sans rival could rival his favorite Kikufuku! Not to mention Leche flan! Oh, he really would've loved to be here for funsies alone. Filipino desserts  were one of the best he's ever had aside from Japan's native sweets. He could sneak though, and go to the nearest white sand beach in the city. A little tan won't hurt, and besides, no one would recognize him here. He looked like a foreigner, no doubt, but even when he was in Japan people still mistaken him for someone with European ancestry. 

Satoru was casually sitting with his Sans rival on the couch when his mother appeared from the doorway. The Gojo clan was rich, but not even his students were aware of just how rich he was. Mansions? Expensive cars? You name it, he got it. The powers? Satoru wasn't named as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer for nothing. The looks? Women would kill to be with him. He wasn't narcissistic, he was just fucking lucky.  

" You should rest. Tomorrow, we will be meeting her and her family," Mrs. Gojo said knowingly. 

Satoru rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was threatened to be here for a not so important reason but to meet a girl he probably wont even like! 

" Do I really have to go with you? Can't you just get her here by yourself?" He asked through a mouthful of Leche flan.

His mother flashed him a pissed off look and fanned herself, tropical heat infuriated her but being in the same room with her son felt like being condemned in hell with the devil himself.

" Can't you be a little more cooperative, Satoru? It will surely help us." She said sarcastically.

Eating the last bite of his sweet treat, he stood up and started to walk passed his mother. "Fine, I'll amuse you for a while, but–" he turned to face his mother, a wide grin adorning his face.

" I can't guarantee you that I wont misbehave. After all, defying you is a habbit I love the most."