𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍!!
"oh my god! i think my reflection just talked."
"that's not a mirror, yuuji..."
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in which sukuna stumbles upon his carbon copy on the first day of high school.
OR
in which your son feels different... and s...
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YOU WERE STILL BICKERING WITH YOUR MOTHER WHEN choso grabbed your arm, impatiently tugging on your sleeve.
you stopped your conversation mid-sentence, giving your full attention to your son.
"cho? what's wrong?" your scowl softened, and he could only shake his head. "we need to get out. right now." his voice was trembling, and it took him every bit of effort to tell you this single sentence.
you gently pecked his forehead, assuming that he felt uneasy because of the large crowd.
"okay." you said as gently as you could, "let me just give sukuna a good luck kiss."
you hurriedly walked towards your son, who was arguing with god knows who. "we're going home. good luck out there." you ruffled his hair before kissing his cheek.
he whined, his cheeks reddening a little, but you paid no attention to him. you grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to keep the eye contact.
"make some friends." you ordered. "we'll see how that goes." he muttered, and you furrowed your brows in distaste.
"i don't want to see you come home before getting yourself a friend. is that clear?" "yes, ma'am."
"i love you." "love you, too." he immediately said it back, making gojo's jaw drop.
"bye, dad." he nodded at his grandfather. the man waved back with a big smile on his face as you dragged him towards the exit.
you left the scene, not even seeing gojo who tried to call out your name. you roughly pushed past him, not taking your eyes off the door at the other side of the large gym.
this left the white haired teacher even more flabbergasted than before. you haven't changed a bit. shaking his head, he snapped out of his high school memories.
"awn, that sucks! i wanted to say hi to your mom, but she didn't see me." he pouted slightly, irking sukuna.
"i think she saw you, but she didn't want to deal with your sorry ass." he sassed, and gojo gasped out of indignation.
"YOU! you..." his finger shook as he pointed it at the young boy in front of him, "i'll give a phone call to your mom after."
sukuna's eyebrow twitched in anger as gojo brought you up again, and he prepared himself to absolutely rip the man to shreds. however, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the principal approaching because of the yelling. he knew he was going to get in trouble if he didn't act out, so he had to think fast.
"how dare you assume that we have a telephone at home!" sukuna raised his voice as principal yaga approached.
"what?" gojo gaped at the boy's sudden change of behaviour.
