From that night onward, for some inexplicable reason, the co-sleeping arrangement took root. Even Megumi didn't so much as lift a disapproving eyebrow about it anymore.
Sometimes, if the prodigy boy happened to wrap up his evening training grind before you peasants, you'd wander into Yuji's room to find him already there. He'd be lounging comfortably, either engrossed in a book or scrolling through his phone with a perplexed squint. But his own pillow and blanket would be neatly stacked atop Yuji's bed.
Nobara never failed to clock Megumi's cozy nest and throw him a sly glance accompanied by an exaggerated snicker. But she surprisingly didn't rag on him about it beyond that. An uncharacteristic show of restraint from the girl who lived to piss him off. Maybe she felt a tiny pang of sympathy for Megumi finally embracing his inner soft boi tendencies.
On the rare occasions you all still had some dregs of energy reserves after enduring Maki's literal hell, a Netflix binge therapy session with some hot new buzzy series that everyone was obsessing over was definitely in order.
Nobara and Megumi would get heated over every inane plot twist and ill-conceived character decision. Then, you all would end up placing bets on whether it would get canceled after a single season.
They had even stopped complaining about your habits of writhing and thrashing about like a deranged starfish while you slept. Some deeply buried part of you wondered if they strategically sandwiched you on purpose to subdue your wild flailings.
The co-sleeping carried on undisturbed for a couple of blissful weeks. Until one day, after a typically soul-crushing training slog, you three zombies had dragged your battered carcasses back to the dorms, ready to just face-plant on Yuji's bed. Only to stumble right into a goddamn SWAT team of cleaning staff methodically stripping Yuji's room bare, packing away every last possession into sad little cardboard boxes littered haphazardly about. Some were even in the process of peeling his treasured bikini model posters off the walls.
The instant Nobara registered what was happening, she predictably flew off the handle. A feral growl ripped from her throat as she blurred into motion, clearly intent on violently intervening. Only Megumi's quick ninja reflexes and bear-hugging prevented a gruesome bloodbath. And her expulsion.
"Calm down, Kugisaki!" He barked harshly through gritted teeth, struggling to contain her thrashing fury.
But no one in history who was asked to calm down actually ever calmed down.
"I'LL MURDER EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE DISRESPECTFUL PRICKS—" She howled before Megumi clamped a hand firmly over her mouth. You really didn't need her suspended right before the Goodwill Event.
You decided a more tactful approach might be wise before anyone got grievously nailed to the wall. Channeling an eerie facade of calm, you stepped towards the closest staffer – a scrawny dude who immediately shriveled under your mere presence.
"Oh hi," you raised your hands placatingly, catching his guilty glance. "Didn't we have an understanding about leaving this room and all its shit untouched? Like indefinitely?"
The poor guy physically recoiled from you, panic and guilt warring across his face. He swallowed hard before meekly replying.
"W-We're very sorry. But the faculty has requested this room be cleared out as soon as possible."
Oh, now this was a spicy new sprinkle of bullshittery. At this absolute clown school, the only "faculty" existing were Gojo Satoru himself and Kusakabe.
Gojo had been boycotting this school after the cosmic fuckup with Yuji went down. And he never gave a shit about dorm rooms anyway. So, Kusakabe.
What the hell did think he was doing?
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Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student
FanfictionYou're a third-year student at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. You're Gojo's most spoiled third year. Not that he has many options, as your classmates have all been suspended. You're Nanami's most favorite sorcerer, united by your mutual dist...
