Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

Chapter 7 - You're all weird, but you're weird together.

Gojo's clingy koala act was nothing new, but this particularly aggressive snuggle was testing even Shoko's patience. His arms were locked around both of you with the tenacity of a python. No amount of squirming could break that hold - for someone with the physique of a noodle, the man was all lean muscles and brute strength.

Even Principal Yaga couldn't peel him off you and Shoko, not when Gojo had enclosed you both securely within the impenetrable fortress of his Infinity.

"Satoru, release them this instant!" Yaga bellowed, grabbing Gojo's arm and tugging futilely.

Gojo just cackled, clearly enjoying himself.

"But we're having a bonding moment here!" Gojo whined, somehow managing to grip you and Shoko even closer just to prove his point.

Eventually, it was Shoko who solved the clingy Gojo issue, as always. She poked him sharply in the ribs: "Alright, enough already. Unhand me, Gojo - you're sweaty."

You readily agreed, nose wrinkling for emphasis. "Yeah sensei, no offense but you stink."

"Liars!" Gojo let out an exaggerated gasp of mock affront. "I'm simply overflowing with love!" His eyes sparkled with laughter even as he refused to loosen his hold.

Shoko's voice took on a threatening lilt. "Then overflow somewhere else before I make you."

When Gojo still didn't comply, Shoko resorted to drastic measures - She wiggled her fingers threateningly close to his hips. "You asked for this..."

Then, in an instant, her nimble fingers were dancing along Gojo's sides, seeking out all his most ticklish spots with ruthless precision. She knew him well. Gojo immediately buckled, wheezing with shocked laughter.

"You fight dirty, Sho!" He choked out between breathless guffaws. But with both you and Shoko under his Infinity, Gojo was helpless against the tickle onslaught.

After a merciless minute, Gojo finally released you both from his crushing embrace just to fend off Shoko's brutal attack. He staggered back, flushed and still wheezing residual giggles.

You wouldn't judge him. Gojo's tragic ticklishness was his fatal flaw, while Shoko's tickle prowess was the stuff of legends.

With a few more breaths to compose himself, Gojo smoothed out his rumpled uniform and drew himself up to his full noodle height, swiftly shaking off the ticklish indignity.

The earlier panic and vulnerability vanished, his signature arrogance slipping back over him like a second skin. There he was, the cocky asshole you all knew and tolerated.

Gojo's piercing gaze landed on Ijichi, who practically withered under the intensity of his glowing blue eyes. His stare could cut through steel when he wanted it to.

Anyone else might have missed it, but you caught the brief flash of concern in Gojo's eyes before his expression hardened. As much as he enjoyed messing with Ijichi, a part of Gojo cared about the guy too in his own warped way. After all, it was Gojo who pretty much bullied Ijichi from combat into the relative safety of assistance work years back when they were students at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"I'm not cut out to be a sorcerer." Ijichi had admitted rather casually during the lunch you shared on your third mission together. "Gojo-san said I was useless. That I would die immediately on the field. So, I'd be better off being a driver."

You almost choke on your pasta at Ijichi's sudden attempt at opening up. But he only smiled timidly. "Gojo-san was right. If he hadn't said that, I wouldn't have been here now."