Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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There was no wedding ceremony. No fireworks, no big announcement, just a dry “our marriage certificate was approved”. One day Yuuji was still Itadori; the next he was Gojou.
“That's so weird.” He mumbles to himself.
“What is?” Satoru asks, leaning toward him in the car.
They are sitting in the backseat, with Ijichi-san driving them to Jujutsu High so they could grab Fushiguro and go meet with the last first-year student.
Yuuji chuckles sheepishly. “I was just thinking about my current surname. I need to get used to being called Gojou instead of Itadori…” He trails off, unsure.
Then there is a hand in his hair, ruffling it, so the boy looks up at his, well, husband, who has an amused look on his face.
“You better get used to it, Yuuji. You are mine now.” The man grins, and Yuuji blinks.
Ijichi-san coughs. Oh, right. They need to pretend in front of everyone that they are actually deeply in love with each other, having fallen in love at first sight. So Yuuji smiles gratefully, and it's genuine since the white-haired man gave him a chance to live.
“Thank you, Satoru.” He murmurs, slightly embarrassed at the name. But his, um, husband was very adamant about not using any honorifics.
“You are so cute, Yuuji~!” Satoru teases with an easy grin, his hand still in the boy's hair, and Yuuji huffs a small laugh.
The boy was surprised to learn how well they had clicked in the last two days. It feels like the age gap wasn't even there, like they knew each other beforehand, and Yuuji wondered if that's what having a soulmate means. The boy can read Satoru almost subconsciously, easily matching his energy and always knowing what's on his husband's mind. It's so odd. Yuuji was good with people from the beginning, but he has never matched with anyone so perfectly.
Ijichi-san clears his throat. The white-haired man raises his brow at that and grins wider, sensing something amusing. Yuuji waits.
“Ijichi? Are you sick? I have infinity, you know, but I don't want you to pass anything on to my wife. We just got married, you know~! I need him in full strength while we are still enjoying our honeymoon phase~!” He whines like it's really something awful. Yuuji sends him an alarmed look, but Satoru just wiggles his eyebrows, evidently having fun.
“Oh gods.” Their driver utters it weakly and takes a deep breath. “No, Gojou-san, I'm perfectly fine. You don't need to worry about your wi—wife.” He ends with a wheeze, clearly uncomfortable.
The boy sends him a concerned frown, then smiles. “It’s okay, Ijichi-san.” He placates softly. “Even if that's not the case, I wouldn't get sick anyway. My immune system is very strong.” Yuuji assures him, and the man glances in the rearview mirror, giving him a small smile.
“Eh? Is that true, Yuuji? That's amazing!” Satoru butts, his hand sliding to the boy's cheek, pulling it a bit. “And convenient. I don't think I would be good at taking care of a sick person.” He admits, shrugging, and then he gasps, taping the boy's cheek. “But! I would love to see my wife wearing a nurse outfit!” The man exclaims, already looking at Ijichi-san to see his reaction. The driver splutters, and Yuuji sighs.
“Satoru.” He warns, frowning at him in disapproval. “Ijichi-san, please don't mind my husband. He just enjoys teasing you too much.” The boy smiles apologetically, catching the driver’s eyes in the mirror.
“Oh, no! Look only at me, Yuuji~!” Suddenly, the hand grasps his chin, and his head is angled towards Satoru, who is still looking too smug for Yuuji to take him seriously.
“Um, we are here.” Ijichi-san informs hesitantly.
Yuuji slaps away Satoru's hand. The man lets him only so he can unfasten his seatbelts and tugs him to himself, hugging. Yuuji sighs, because he has a bad feeling about this.
The front passenger door opens. Fushiguro slides into a seat, glancing at them with a frown, then closes the door behind him.
“Why am I in the front?” He grumbles. “Ijichi-san.” He nods to the driver and turns to the back completely, his frown deepening. “Why are you hanging on Itadori like that, Gojou?”
“Oh, Megumi~! I wanted to bring you the news in person, so let's have a talk, shall we?” The man chuckles. “Ijichi, could you give us a moment?” He asks.
The driver turns off the engine and excuses himself. Yuuji is being observed intently by Fushiguro, and he squirms a bit under his eyes. Satoru squeezes him tighter, probably sensing his anxiety.
“So? What's the news? Something wrong with Itadori?” Fushiguro gets to the point, looking at the man, and the latter grins.
“Actually, Yuuji is not Itadori anymore.” His husband states.
Fushiguro raises his eyebrows and blinks. “Did you... adopt him?” He asks slowly.
“Wrong, Megumi! It's even better!” Satoru chirps.
Fushiguro glances at Yuuji. “What is he talking about?”
“Well—” He starts.
“I made Yuuji my wife!” His husband reveals it cheerfully.
A beat.
“Stop joking like that, Gojou.” Fushiguro finally speaks, rolling his eyes. “Like I would believe it.”
“To which Gojou are you referring right now?” The man asks, tilting his head in a thinking pose.
Fushiguro scowls. “I told you to stop joking.” He grumbles.
“Yuuji~!” Satoru whines, hiding his face into the boy's shoulder. “Megumi is meanie~!”
Yuuji chuckles and pats his husband's hair soothingly. And whoa, those are soft; he needs to touch them more often. “Um. It's really the truth, Fushiguro.” He says it with a small smile, and the dark-haired boy's attention snaps to Yuuji. “We got married yesterday. I'm Gojou Yuuji now.” He admits.
A beat again.
Fushiguro frowns. “Please tell me that you are joking.” He utters it weakly.
Yuuji pauses. “No, we are serious.”
“See, Megumi? I told you! Yuuji is my wife now~!” Satoru sings, still in the boy's embrace.
“What the fuck.” Fushiguro mumbles, his eyes widening. Then. “What the fuck?! Have you gone insane, Gojou?!”
Satoru smacks his lips. “Again. To which Gojou are you...”
“To you, you stupid adult!” Fushiguro yells. “How could you just go and make Itadori your wife?! He's fifteen, for fuck’s sake!”
Yuuji blinks at the outburst, perplexed. He can tell that his husband is having fun, though.
“Oh, Megumi, did you want to take Yuuji for himself~?” Satoru teases with a grin.
“What?” Fushiguro asks incredulously. “No! Why would I—?!”
“That's good; I don't like to share.” His husband mumbles into Yuuji's neck, and Yuuji shakes his head in disbelief, caressing the man's hair gently.
