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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“And you, Itadori! Why are you so okay with that?!” Fushiguro accuses him.
Yuuji frowns. “I'm not Itadori anymore, Fushiguro. Please call me by my name or by my husband's surname.” He says it politely.
“Nooo~! I don't want anyone to call Yuuji by his name beside me~!” Satoru moans, and the pink-haired boy huffs a small laugh at it.
“What is wrong with you both?! Ita—Gojou.” He winces like he ate something sour, staring at Yuuji. “Are you trying to tell me you actually fell for this idiot?”
“Oi! My wife can appreciate my charming nature and perfect looks, Megumi! There is nothing here to be surprised about!” The man leaves Yuuji to lean towards Fushiguro. “Also, don't call me an idiot!”
“How could I not fall in love with Satoru? He's my soulmate.” Yuuji says confidently.
And his husband gasps, turning to him, and then whistles lowly. “That was good, Yuuji! I didn't know you had it in yourself!”
Oh. So Fushiguro is one of the exceptions. Satoru told Yuuji beforehand about it. There are going to be people who will be aware of their pretended relationship. The pink-haired boy guesses Fushiguro must be one of them if his husband dropped the act to praise Yuuji. “Yeah. My grandpa said once that I got it from my mother, and I'm pretty good at acting.” He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing his neck with one hand.
“Wait, so you are pretending, after all?” Fushiguro squints his eyes with suspicion at them.
Satoru grins. “Well, not exactly. It's true that we got married. We just need to show everyone around us that we are in love.” He explains, shrugging.
“Why.” Fushiguro says it dryly.
“You wanted Yuuji to stay alive too, Megumi, so bear with it!” The man shoots finger guns.
“Really? Making him your wife? There was no other way?” The dark-haired boy is clearly unimpressed.
“Not the other one that would give him a bigger chance for survival. You don't know higher-ups as well as me, Megumi.” Satoru sighs and leans back toward the pink-haired boy with a playful smile. “Besides, Yuuji is so cute, I couldn't help it~!” He squishes the boy's cheeks, and Yuuji snorts.
“So now I will have to suffer by watching you two being all lovey-dovey?” Fushiguro groans.
“Hai!” Satoru sings happily.
Yep. His husband is definitely having too much fun with this situation. “Kinda, sorry about that, Fushiguro.” Yuuji mumbles.
Fushiguro clicks his tongue. “Don't apologize, Ita—can I call you Yuuji?” He asks, resigned. “Calling you by this bastard’s name is just…”
“Megumi~!” An offended whine.
“Um, sure. I was actually thinking about it earlier, Satoru.” Yuuji turns to his husband. “Since a lot of people will have an issue with calling me Gojou, I want to let them call me by my name. But my husband should have a special privilege. So, how about a nickname?” He proposes, glancing at him hesitantly.
Yuuji can't fully decipher the man’s reaction because of the blindfold, but the wide grin is enough of an answer. “That's a great idea, Yuuji! Let me pick one!” He cheers excitedly and holds his head in thought. “Yuuji… Yuuji-chan?Yuuji-tan? Yuu?” Suddenly, the pink-haired boy can feel his husband’s piercing stare. “Yuu-chan.” He says it slowly, testing the nickname on his tongue, and then he smiles fondly. “Yuu-chan.” Satoru calls softly.
Yuuji blinks. “Isn’t it too cutesy for me?” He asks, uncertain.
Satoru chuckles and leans toward him, placing his hand on Yuuji's cheek and stroking it lightly with his thumb. “It's perfect for my cute little wife.” He murmurs.
The pink-haired boy would swoon if he had been in a shoujo manga. Instead, he smiles happily. “I will be Satoru’s Yuu-chan, then.” He states.
Fushiguro groans painfully in the front. They ignore him.
“Now I want a nickname, too.” Satoru pouts, and Yuuji knows he's half-joking, but...
“Toru.” He whispers and smiles wider. “I want to call my husband Toru.” Yuuji admits it shyly and then gasps. “If it's okay with you, Gojou-sensei! I would never try to overstep!” He immediately assures the man.
But Satoru has this pleased, soft look on his face. “Call me Toru, Yuu-chan.” He permits quietly, his thumb circling on Yuuji's cheek.
“Oh.” He replies dumbly and then beams. “I understand, Toru!”
“Can we drive now? Ijichi-san looks on the verge of an anxiety attack.” Fushiguro butts gruffly, and their own bubble snaps.
“Right.” Toru takes his hand back and moves Yuuji to his seat, fastening his seat belts.
“Yuuji.” Fushiguro calls him, so the pink-haired boy hums questioningly. “I wanted to ask if you are okay with it, but I guess I got my answer just now.” He sighs.
The pink-haired boy grins. “It's fun! It’s like I'm the star of a drama or the protagonist of a manga!” He admits, chucking.
“Anyway. If this failure of an adult crosses any line without your consent, tell me.” The dark-haired boy orders solemnly.
His husband gasps in mocking offense. “Megumi, I would never!” He exclaims exaggeratedly.
But Yuuji knows the dark-haired boy's offer is dictated by worry, so he smiles gratefully. “Thank you, Fushiguro.”
“Call me Megumi, Yuuji. It's weird otherwise.” There is grumpy muttering.
