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Imagine you're making out with ex-husband Geto in an empty stairwell 20 minutes before a trial in which you're on opposing sides.

Suguru presses you fully against the wall, the hard planes of his body melding with yours and his heat radiating into you until the feeling engulfs you.

You suppose that jujutsu society is not that big and there's not a lot of options, but the next time the defense calls your ex as an expert witness, you're suing for emotional damages.

"One moment you're about to read me the riot act," he chuckles and it takes all your willpower not to chase his lips with yours. "And the next, you've got absolutely nothing to say. And here I thought you always had a rebuttal, counselor." He holds either side of your face, thumbs gently caressing the apples of your cheeks. Slightly more intimate a gesture for what you're doing, but who's paying attention?

You roll your eyes and check your watch. Once you saw it in Grand Seiko's Evolution 9 collection, you just had to have it. You still have time to make it to the courtroom and your distraction has the added benefit of putting a scowl on your ex-husband's face.

"You can't possibly--"

You cut him off by grabbing him by the lapels and yanking his lips back to yours. He melts into the kiss and almost refuses to let you pull back.

"I have to go." You say unapologetically. "Scratch that, we both have to go. Judge Amasawa hates lateness and he hates me even more," you tell him, fixing your clothing.

"What? Why?" He does his best to tamp down his raven hair that you've mussed out of place.

You produce a compact mirror and check to see if your lips are swollen from the last fifteen minutes with your ex. They are.

"He thinks I'm a nepo baby," you reply.

"You are, though," Suguru scoffs. "The biggest one, as far as jujutsu society is concerned."

You huff. "Maybe I am, but I'm also the best at my job." You look him over and smirk. "And since you said that, now I don't feel bad."

Suguru narrows his eyes at you. He's so handsome when he's suspicious. You'd never have married an ugly man, but maybe you should've so he wouldn't make you so weak in the knees.

"Feel bad about what?" he asks warily.

Picking up your briefcase, you toss the compact mirror to him and make your way up the stairs, making sure to sway your hips with every step.

He quickly flips open the mirror and sees the deep red love bite you left without him knowing. Dark and painfully obvious, right at the front of his throat where it meets his jaw.

"Better find a way to cover that up!" you call cheerfully over your shoulder. "Judge Amasawa hates lateness!"

Suguru swears loudly, but your laughter overpowers it and the sound - along with the clicking of your Louboutins - echoes all around the stairs.

Sometimes I show up, I eat, I leave.

[Masterlist] | Tag for this AU is #geto's nepo ex

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You: "Oh! in-class-daydreams updated!"

Me: "Yes, but only to tell y'all that I've been sick all week and was planning to stay in, but my friend got an invite to an event (we're the kind of friends where everyone knows an invite for one is an invite for both) where a man who Wronged Me is probably attending and I need to go to serve Revenge Looks. But to keep on theme with my blog, this is a very Geto's Nepo Baby Ex endeavor

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You're not even dating, but Gojo Satoru remembers all the little details about you. The artists you like, how dark you like your bedroom when you sleep. Hell, he remembers what drinks you order at restaurants. That boy remembers stuff about you you don't even remember telling him.

So how come you're at this house party that he invited you to, and he's been talking to someone else the whole night?

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Ew, I've been gone 5 months I'm sorry gang

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ik I’ve been MIA but I started playing Love & Deepspace and I’m playing the Sylus chapter where you’re looking for the brooch and this shit is KINKY (no complaints tho)

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Imagine your and ex-husband Gojo's son panicking because you'll be home in 10 minutes and he forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer.

Satoru leans against the kitchen counter. "You're so dead, kid."

"You think I don't know that?!" Sen cries, desperately trying to rip the frost-covered packaging off.

It's not often that you got sent off to do missions yourself nowadays. The most you do on a regular basis is consultations, admin work, and the occasional supervising, but this time?

This time, you've been gone for 36 hours and Satoru heard you had to exorcise a curse for the first time in months. Your ex-husband has seen you when you've gone six hours without a snack and sometimes a nap, and while he loves you, hangry you makes the strongest sorcerer of the modern era want to run and hide. He doesn't want to know what you'll do if you come home to frozen chicken when you specifically asked Sen to take it out and you sent a text and you asked Satoru to remind his son.

"Toss it in the microwave!" Satoru suggests. Sen reacts with a speed befitting his training and sets the microwave to HIGH for 10 minutes.

"Will that be good enough?" he asks his father.

"I mean, I never--"

They're interrupted by the front door opening.

"Sen! I'm home!" you call out. Sen and his father share a look of pure fear until you call out again. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower, then I'll be right out to work on dinner!"

Your words turn their twin looks of fear into looks of hope. Satoru smooths his hair back brushes imaginary dirt off his jacket.

His grin makes Sen's eye twitch. "Don't worry, son, you figure this out and I'll go distract your mom-- Ack!"

Sen yanks his father back by the collar. "Nice try," he says with a sneer. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Satoru understands immediately. He nods sagely. "If it ain't broke, don't fit it, I always say," he says and takes a step back.

Sen stops the microwave and puts space between him and it once he opens the door. He makes his hand sign with practiced ease and says, "Technique Amplification: Blue."

I've had zero inspiration or time to write or answer asks, so here's a blurb I had sitting in my drafts. Thank y'all for writing to me, and I'll try to find the inspo to post more <3

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The tension between ex!husband geto and nepo!baby ex wife is crazyyyy...

Lock them in a room tgt and itll probably get really freaky

No seriously!! Even as the writer sometimes I feel like I need to give them a room and look away to respect their privacy lol

If I was a writer of smut, it would get nasty nasty between those two (alas, I am not)

Thank you so much for the ask!

[Masterlist] | Tag for this AU is #geto's nepo ex

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Ive had tumblr for roughly three years now and youre the first person ive ever followed I LOVE YOUR EX HUSBAND GOJO AU SO MUCH 🫶🫶 KEEP FEEDING US!!

Ever!??! I'm so honored omg ik I got this ask a while ago (I've been playing catch up) and I looked and you only follow two people?!?! Including me????? I feel like I need to give you a loyalty card

Thank you so much for the ask!

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Your ex husband gojo series is sooooo good and tbh yuta is sooo nice as the boyfriend like idk if I have read it in the nice order but im shipping reader and yuta hardcore keep goingggg💋💋

I have a super cluttered inbox so seeing this ask (my own fault, I took forever to answer) after the most recent installment [link] has me like 🧍‍♀️ 'oops sorry Yuuta enthusiasts'

I actually would've given him a bit more screentime, but I'm starting to move the Sen AU to the backburner in preparation for a new collab with @harvestingrice! We went to school together and she's one of my favorite writers, I think, ever [Exhibit A]

Thank you so much for the ask!

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glad you're alive ! i hope that even though you've posted, you take time to decompress and still process the move n such. leaving a childhood home is hard, but leaving it and moving far entirely is crazier. i understand it, i'm always here to chit chat if you need anything!! <3

You and several others have sent such sweet messages! Thank you so much for your support, it is very appreciated!

I always knew I'd have to move out eventually, but I was thinking 40 mins max, not 40+ hours smh! The state I moved to is almost the polar opposite state that I moved from and that's been crazy, but taking up writing again has helped with the transition.

Thank you sm for the ask!

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I miss you 😣

Ik this is an old post but I MISS Y'ALL TOO!!! Moving has been nutty and starting a new job and frankly being a writer online requires a thicker skin than expected lol so I've been all over the place but rest assured, I miss my loyal readers always

Thank you sm for the ask!

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Imagine that ex-husband Gojo is baffled by you giving him the cold shoulder upon your return from your romantic getaway with his replacement.

As far as he knew, Satoru didn't bother you or anyone else (except Suguru) about his grief over this trip whatsoever. So why were you upset with him? Why aren't you back happy, well-rested, glowing, possibly with a ring? (Even if that last one would've broken Satoru for good.)

"Hey, did you-- Where'd she go?" Satoru popped his head into a classroom at the Kyoto school where he'd just finished a meeting. As soon as he opened his mouth, you took off out of the room's other door. Sen looks up unimpressed while his friends give each other a dubious look.

"That's her business," he grumbles.

You'd been dodging him for going on two weeks now and while Satoru's always had an unbreakable spirit, he was beginning to think that he should leave you well enough alone. Even after the divorce, you never avoided him like this.

Sen watches his father's face fall and morph into genuine sorrow.

'He doesn't deserve her anyway.' Sen reminds himself over and over again. Satoru mumbles an apology and turns to leave.

Hikari Higuruma and Naoki Zenin both kick him under their desks.

"Come on, man," Nao murmurs.

"Say something!" Hikari hisses.

Both of Sen's friends are the type to respond to "will you help me hide a body?" with "yeah, what snacks should I bring and how many shovels do we need?" With that in mind, their disapproval in this scenario seriously puts the situation into perspective for Sen. That, and he thinks his mother stands to lose the most if he doesn't speak up.

'Dammit,' Sen thinks to himself.

"Dad!" he barks. Satoru must've truly been deep in thought when the sharp crack of his son's voice is enough to make him jump. He turns and Sen leans back in his chair, trying to look nonchalant.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Sen says before thinking of a caveat. "This time." He may not know the details, but Sen at least knows you well enough that whatever happened on your couples' retreat had nothing to do with anything Satoru did.

Satoru looks hopeful. "Then what's--"

"Didn't I just say that's her business?" Sen snaps. "Go ask her if it's so important!" Satoru affords his son a small smile. There's a nonzero chance that he spoke up out of pity, but Satoru is sure the majority of Sen's motivation was for your sake. If there's anything without doubt in this world, it's Sen's love for you.

"Right." Satoru tosses a green packet to his son, who easily catches it in one hand. "Thanks anyway, kiddo!" Good thing he grabbed a pack of chocorooms the last time he was at the train station.

As Satoru leaves, Hikari snatches the pack from Sen.

"Oh, I fuck with these," she says, tearing the bag open.

Nao reaches over. "Hand those over!"

"No way, you're too slow!"

"Those are literally mine."

"Get off!"

Satoru smiles. His son was never as lonely as he was growing up and he never would be as long as those two were around.

Imagine ex-husband Gojo hearing your soft sniffles from inside a random storage closet. He hasn't seen or heard you cry in, what, fifteen years?

He softly taps on the door. "Hi," he murmurs.

The sniffling immediately stops as you contemplate the likelihood of him going away. But you know him like you know yourself and even if you don't let him inside the closet, he'd sit down and wait by the door until you're ready. And if you don't talk to him after that, he'd walk you home. And if you were silent the whole way home, he'd keep his mouth shut until you were ready.

And that just about sums up the kind of person your husband is.

Ex-husband. Fuck.

You reach out and unlock the door, which Satoru takes as his cue to come in and shut it behind him. Normally, he'd cup your face in his hands like you were the most precious thing in the world (you are, as far as he's concerned) and wipe your tears with his thumbs, but he can't do that now because you've been avoiding him for a while now and you may or may not be engaged to someone else.

"This is my own fuck up, Satoru," you tell him with a big sniffle. You try to collect yourself before tears start to fall again. Putting your face in your hands, you tell him, "You don't need to comfort me. This is my own fault."

Satoru takes your hands in his. He doesn't feel a ring and he hates himself for feeling hopeful about that.

"Did he propose?" he asks as neutrally as he can.

You rest your forehead against his chest. "He might as well have. He offered me a promise ring. It was beautiful. I couldn't have designed a better one myself."

Saying it out loud make the guilt even heavier.

Satoru isn't afraid of much, but he is afraid to ask, "And?"

"And." You purse your lips and he deserves eye contact right now, but you don't have the strength. "I couldn't accept it."

Satoru's heart skips a beat and he curses himself for it. But even he's taking aback. The perfect man just served himself to you on a silver platter and you said no?

"Oh," is all he can say.

You reply, "Yeah. Oh."

"Why?" he can't help but ask.

"Satoru, you know why."

"I promise you I don't."

It takes a moment for you to figure out how you want to say this, but you settle for short version.

"It's just." You breathe in his scent, as familiar to you as your own. He smells like coming home after a long trip and while hotels and AirBNBs and temporary homes may be nice and have all the luxuries, nothing beats returning to the space you cultivated for yourself. "Every day I'm not your wife is the worst day of my life. So no, I couldn't promise myself to someone else. And I feel like a bad person because I went on this trip knowing that there was a possibility he'd ask to make us official and I went anyway, and you know what he said to me after I said no?"

"What?" Satoru breathes out. His mind is still reeling from the first thing you said. About how much you hated not being his wife. And now all he could think about is that from the moment the word 'divorce' left your mouth all those years ago, he'd been sleepwalking through life sustained only by the brief moments he got to see you or hear of you or be reminded of you.

You fist your hands in his shirt. "He told me it was ok. That I don't owe him anything and he'll always cherish our time together." You shake your head miserably. "I never deserved him. There's no version of me that ever will, but I just can't be with him."

Satoru doesn't move. He'd let go of your hands when you grabbed his shirt and his hands now hang limply at his sides. He stands so still that it's like he hasn't even heard you.

It may not seem like it in the moment, but your ex-husband always found the right words. From the first, "you look like crap" to the wedding vows he spent months on and ended up going off script anyways, he always knew just what to say.

As the silence stretched on, you grew increasingly uncomfortable. There was never any doubt that Satoru loved you, but now that you've said something you can't take back, has he realized how the eventual heartache wasn't worth it in the end? At some point, has he realized that maybe you were just never meant to be?

"Satoru?" you ask in a small voice.

Rather than using insufficient words for the feeling of joy and relief beyond comprehension, Satoru wordlessly reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain. On it hangs his wedding ring, yours, and your engagement ring.

In the weeks after the divorce, you tried to give your engagement and wedding ring back to him. He didn't accept them at first, telling you they're yours and always would be, but one day, he came to work and found them sitting on his desk. He exorcised 37 curses that day.

You huff a laugh. "You keep those on you?"

The storage closet you're in is small, smells mildly of bleach and strongly of dirt, and the light fixture hangs so low Satoru has to stoop to not bang his head. His elbow knocks over a mop and the bucket its in, which causes a chain reaction of falling cleaning supplies, but he ignores it all to awkwardly fit himself onto one knee.

Satoru unclasps the chain and slides your engagement ring off. Your hands fly to your mouth and to him, you look even more beautiful than you did the first time he asked. Your cheeks aren't as full, you look more world-weary, but your eyes still shine as bright and you'll always be you, and for that, Satoru could never love anyone else the way he loved you. Not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.

Satoru slides his blindfold up and it sits in his hair messily. "Maybe you don't think you deserve him, but if I could just be selfish this one time." He has to swallow to keep his voice steady. "I'd ask if you'd be willing to settle for me, who doesn't deserve you. Because I love you and I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."

Your tears fall freely as he takes your left hand in his.

"If that's enough, then I hope you'll accept this as a promise ring. That I'll take it slow and I'll respect your boundaries and you can back out at any time." He winks. "And that I'll get you a new engagement ring when the time comes."

It's like you've just walked through the threshold of your home after ages away. Breathed in your scent. Taken in all the decor you've collected while living there.

"You've spent a really long time hung up on the same girl, Satoru," you laugh wetly.

Satoru grins. "You don't get it. She's a really special girl. No one compares. So, what do you say? I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow?"

And what else are you supposed to say? That's Your Man.

Hello, loves, I just moved from one end of the U.S. to the other and moved away from my parents for work. I lived in the same house in the same bedroom for 24 years, and it's been hard, so I haven't been writing, but here is the most emotional installment I've written of any fic ever. I hope you enjoy.

Click [here] to keep up with ex-husband Gojo and his estranged family | Ask stuff about Sen and the fam [here]

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every donate = a poem for u + fav jjk character!!

guys one of my bestie westies a grade down is doing an AMAZING fundraiser (schoolwide). Its called Bikeathon, and basically, they cycle in the school gym for a whole 24 hours to raise money, the school chose a fundraiser and students can sign up to be in groups. theres 26 teams but the first 24 to make $1500 as a group ($125 individually bcuz theres 12 people in a group) get to be in the event. This is the schools 14th year doing this! and i'd so love to help my friend since its her first year doing this charity fundraiser!!

and to boost it even more, every person that donates, (i'll try my best), but i'll write a 1 page poem for you (jjk themed? anything themed really! whatever you'd like!!)

any donation is a donation to help my bestie have a head start in this charity!

link to donate

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if gojo was a mess after the divorce, how was reader? was she so bad that it turned sen into a guard dog? is that why sen is so protective of his mama?

Reader was very "I Can Do It With a Broken Heart" about it most of the time, and she did a stellar job raising Sen, but she had her bad days too, especially with what jujutsu society had to say about her divorce and her overpowered son.

She made sure to not put any of her emotions on Sen, but you know, she's only human, so over time, Sen came to realize how much of her grief she protected him from, and that's the catalyst behind his protectiveness -- his gratefulness to her for how hard she tried to give him a happy, normal childhood.

Thank you so much for the ask!

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I just read this is sooooo goodddd!!!!! Like, i don’t know if Nao and Hikari were like a fan of Satoru at first but if they did… Satorus aura has become nonexistent in their eyes for real. And i was wondering like does yuji, nobara and megumi have the same reaction as them like

“No but sensei, you really f*cked up on this one. DAMN”

-1000 aura lmaooo I can envision Inumaki in the groupchat rn

Sen was too young to remember the divorce proper and his friends only know what he told them, so their reaction is like that ^^^

But Megumi, who was older when the divorce happened and knows both sides better than anyone, is the one Nobara and Yuji got their info from, and Megumi saw how wrecked Gojo was, so the situation is much sadder to that trio. Yeah, he messed up, but he knows that, and they're not gonna rub salt in the wound.

Thank you so much for the ask!

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Imagine ex-husband Geto makes it his mission to rile you up every time he sees you, but damn if he wasn't still stupid hot, even while antagonizing you.

This had to be the longest elevator ride ever.

You bet he's still using that ridiculous 14,000 yen maintenance shampoo. His hair is long and lush and it falls to frame his face just perfectly. His features were crafted by the heavens finer than the emperor's silk robes, but all that was ruined by, well, his entire personality.

"Daddy sent you on an errand again, huh?" Suguru asked mockingly. "What a sweet child you are, doing as he asks all the time."

"Bite me," you reply.

"I have. You seemed to enjoy it."

Fate dealt you a cruel hand when it forced you into the same tiny elevator as your ex-husband. What was he even doing at the courthouse, anyway?

"You know full well that I do have a day job, even if my father requires a good portion of my time," you reply tersely.

The nameplate outside your office door - arguably one of your most prized possessions - read your full name and in carefully etched letters underneath: "Prosecutor."

There were plenty of violent crimes that straddled a fine line between civilian and jujutsu jurisdiction. Your job was to ensure the due process of any such case in the gray while maintaining the barrier between the two societies.

This job was your life's dream, and having Suguru in the building brought back bittersweet memories.

"What are you even doing here?" you ask, facing the elevator doors and willing the machine to hurry up.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm testifying in court," he replies.

No jujutsu-related case reaches this court without you knowing, regardless of whether or not you're on the case yourself.

"You're not my witness," you say lightly.

"No, I'm not," he says with a sly smile.

So, the defense decided to bring in a special grade instructor as a witness. They're more desperate than you thought.

"Lucky me," Suguru says. "I do love watching you talk."

"Yeah, well, I love it when you shut the hell up," you snap.

Suguru takes a step into your personal space and you fight the urge to turn towards him. Of course he smells good. He always does - like incense and his favorite cologne with a smidge of that expensive shampoo.

"You want me to shut up?"

"Yes!"

"Make me, then."

While you have half a mind to hit the emergency stop button on the elevator and make this long elevator ride even longer, you have a reputation to uphold - business to stand on, if you will. You cup Suguru’s face and run a thumb over his bottom lip.

“Aw,” you coo. “You think I’m that easy?”

The elevator dings and you pull away just as the doors slide open for a colleague of yours.

Higuruma takes one look at you two and shakes his head.

“Oh no, I’m not getting into this. I’ll take the stairs,” he says.

“Relax, Hiromi, we’re playing nice,” you reply without looking at Suguru.

Higuruma reluctantly steps into the elevator.

“Aren’t you off today?” you ask.

Higuruma sucks his teeth, “Technically, yes, but I have a file that I need to fix and if I want to relax at all today, I have to hurry up and take care of it.”

There’s no reason why you can’t be both helpful and evil at the same time, so you rest a hand on his upper arm.

“Text me the file number and I’ll fix it.” Before he can protest, you add, “Seriously. You need a break.”

You feel another set of eyes burning into your hand at the gesture, but you don’t turn towards them even after the elevator dings and the owner stalks out.

Higuruma tiredly watches him go.

“You’re really going to use me to antagonize your ex-husband?” he says more than he asks.

The two of you step out onto the floor after him.

“I can get two things done at once,” you reply. “I would’ve offered to help you regardless.”

Higuruma seems to believe you, but looks unimpressed overall. “Right. Well, if you want, I have a precedent case that you may want to use in court today. If the defense is bringing in your ex as a witness, I see no reason to go easy on them. Two birds, one stone and all that.”

A voice in the back of your mind wonders how stupid his ex-fiancée had to be to let someone like him - that is, a little bit evil (in the best way) - go.

“And,” he continues. “I’m making dinner tonight. It’ll be done around 7 if you want to stop by.”

Obviously you do this because you want to, but there’s the added benefit of a certain lingering gaze further down the hall.

You lift up on tiptoe and place a chaste kiss on Higuruma’s cheek. Maintaining your reputation prevents you from getting too cute with it, but the sentiment is the same.

“Thanks, Hiromi. I’ll be there,” you tell him.

He looks at you vaguely amused. “You’re a terror of an ex.”

“Want me to cut it out?”

“No.” He glances over his shoulder at the retreating figure. “I didn’t say that.”

Suguru and his nepo baby were a match made in hell (affectionate)

[Masterlist] | Tag for this AU is #geto's nepo ex

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Imagine ex-husband Geto watching the new assistant the school hired being completely awestruck by you.

Naturally, before this meeting, Suguru had to disclose to the new assistant that you two were once a married couple. The details of your divorce, Suguru chose not to get into. Unfortunately, this information, considering how much the newbie admired him, only served to make you even more fascinating. After all, who could possibly be worthy enough to marry - and eventually separate from - Suguru Geto?

"--or so the Inspector General says." Suguru catches the tail end of your explanation regarding an unusual amount of cursed spirits in a concentrated area. He may or may not have spaced out for the last minute of you talking, but at least the assistant, though lacking subtlety, has been taking diligent notes.

The assistant, a young man a few years younger than you and Suguru, somewhere in his mid-twenties, looks up at you in awe.

"The Inspector General speaks to you directly?" he asks. "You must be amazing at your job."

The Jujutsu Inspector General. The high commander of all jujutsu society, the highest of the higher ups. Yes, he spoke with you often.

Suguru fights the urge to roll his eyes when you preen. You're no stranger to praise whatsoever, but you did love basking in everyone's admiration.

"Flatterer," you respond.

"No, I mean it!" the assistant insists. "The report you sent us was so detailed! It was flawless! You're really talented."

"Aw, thank you! Was my report up to your standards, Suguru?" You turn to your ex-husband.

"Sure," Suguru scoffs.

The meeting continues on without much more incident. You've only just given them the supplemental documents when you check the time.

"Looks like that's all the time I have for now. Feel free to contact me if you need anything else." You stand and incline your head to them both, a gesture they return.

"Nice to meet you," you tell the newbie. To your ex-husband, you say, "Bye, Suguru!" and blow him a kiss. Suguru makes a gesture like he's swatting away a mosquito.

As they leave, the assistant nearly runs into the door frame in his eagerness to keep fawning over you, and Suguru feels like his soul's trying to climb out of his body.

Then again, that is the effect you tended to have on people. There were times when you were married when the both of you went to an event, your lethal face cards alone could get people to drop their drinks.

You smile and the assistant blushes. "Someday, we'll all meet for a nice lunch. I wish I could today, but I have a meeting with my father," you tell them with a wave, wiggling your fingers and the poor thing looks like he's about to devote himself to your every desire.

Suguru, however, has been there, done that. "Let's go." He grabs the assistant by the collar and tries to drag him out as fast as possible. If he could teleport out of here like Satoru, he would.

"Geto, sir," the assistant says, eyes never leaving your office door. "You were married to that woman? Isn't she just stunning? She's incredible! How could you ever have let her go?"

To each statement: Yes. Yes. I know. You'd be surprised.

"It's much more complicated than that," Suguru grumbles.

Suguru throws open the door to the hallway just to run into two men in suits. Behind them is their employer whom Suguru knows all too well, and behind him, another set of bodyguards.

"Suguru," the man greets lowly.

"Inspector General, sir." Suguru bows respectfully while the assistant nearly bashes his head on the floor in his haste.

"If you'll excuse me, I have business with my daughter," the Inspector General says. The two move right out of the way and watch as the entourage heads into your office.

It takes the assistant a moment to compute, but by the choked sound he eventually makes, it's clear that he's begun to comprehend just how complicated your marriage was.

I promise I haven't abandoned Sen and his family! I just wanted a little break/practice in Geto x Nepo Baby!MC and the much pettier divorce where I have free reign for them to be more problematic towards each other without having to worry about how horrible it would be for their child to have to witness it

[Masterlist] | Tag for this AU is #geto's nepo ex

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