#jjk tsumiki

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dadgojo chronicles: piggyback rides gone wrong

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Papa Gojo when he first took in Megumi headcannons

Literally a high schooler now raising two children

The first night Megumi and Tsumiki are with him he's like "what do you want to eat?" Before realizing the only thing is his kitchen is a half eaten tube of Pringle chips

"Who wants to go on an adventure to the convenience store!"

Megumi is not amused

They have to wake him up the next morning because they are hungry and mf is sleeping in

Most definitely asks them if they want coffee, he's not used to kids so he just sees them as small adults for some reason

They ask him to read them a goodnight story and he's like "tf is that??" He genuinely does not know because of his childhood

"Can't you read it yourself?" -Gojo

"I can't read." -Megumi

"...........pffffft" -Gojo

In the end he felt bad and did it

Awkwardly stands with all the moms after school to pick up his two adopted kids

As much as he groans about having to take care of them he genuinely begins to love those two and almost cried when Megumi slipped up and called him "papa" (Tsumiki always did lol)

Feels bad about getting home late so he always gets them gifts when he goes out

Takes them to cool places whenever he can and has Tsumiki on his shoulders and Megumi is reluctantly holding his hand

I love found family omgggg😭😭

[thejessc0de]

Tsumiki/Yorozu

[franchugb-art]

Mr. Gojo

Toji but he just leaves everyone traumatized lol (quick comic it looks like shit i know)

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doomed siblings

[aruma-iribe]

A surprise gift 😺

[gojosbf]

why do you think that female char are no longer well written on jjk? /genq (i am caught up with the manga so don't worry about spoilers)

SPOILERS AHEAD!!! for me all of this began with nobara's death and it went downhill from there, now see I understand it might've been important to give yuuji motivation etc but when a roach naoya get's to survive again and again after getting killed but there is no hope for nobara who was one touch kill and had chances of survival but doesn't purely for shock factor, it doesn't sit right with me.

Okay, ignore even that maybe it's my attachment to the character talking so let's talk about other female characters: most of the fandom forgets momo exists that's how useless he made her, she suffered no serious damage (not as far as I remember) and her only active role was in kyoto goodwill arc and an appearance in shibuya we barely see her after that.

Gege treats female characters as a catalyst for mcs, either they're completely useless or get killed off or even if they're powerful enough they're barely mentioned or shown doing something useful.

Example for catalyst: We literally never really see Utahime in action except in Shinjuku Battle to boost Gojo's ct. Like really? That's your semi grade 1 sorcerer and all throughout the manga that was her only role?

Example for completely useless: I already talked about momo, lets about miwa okay, she put her everything to that one swing post-shibuya against kenjaku only for him to deflect it with his bare hands and what about her after that? Nothing!! She gave up everything and now she cannot do anything, just another cheap tactic to get rid of another useful character.

Example for killed: Listen I will accept Mai's death because it served the purpose and was one of the most impressive parts but other than that? Yuki Tsukumo, the special grade, the star plasma that rejected even tengen and cornered kenjaku, her death was so anticlimactic and unsatisfactory, she was practically winning but apparently "a miscalculation" caused her death, listen I like a shocking plot twist and death but that seemed like nothing but an excuse to get rid of another strong female character because gege had no idea how he'd use her in future.

More example for catalyst: Tsumiki and Yorozu (aka the same body but!) she was such a driving force for Megumi but after Culling Game arc hit we got a tease of her (or them) and that provided more motivation for megumi to fix things to work harder to bring his sister back but instead of seeing more of her gege killed her off after sukuna took over megumi's body because her purpose was served!! Done. She was there as long as she could be used as a beacon of hope for our poor boy.

Example of if powerful then they're barely shown: Shoko and Mei Mei, we know both of them are quite capable, they've proved their worth and aside from the fact that Mei Mei is a fucking pedophile she's still a great sorcerer but now she doesn't care about sorcerers and henceforth isn't present/doesn't provide much or any help at all other than the telecast. Shoko on the other hand, we're supposed to believe that her using rct is special and she's one of the most important characters mind you she's the part of the og trio but we rarely get to see her. Even know (the up to date manga chapters) they keep talking about taking the injured sorcerers to shoko but they never !! show !! her !! in !! action !! Like c'mon she's been working overtime but SOMEHOW gege can't dedicate more than four panels to her?

Now onto Maki, the only one standing, the only female character gege truly utilised gave her one heck of goal and arc and then very conveniently forgot her for next 100 chapters. She's great yes, and gege's finally back to currently giving her the attention she deserves which I am very skeptical about because if he just kills her off in next chapter to make a statement istg...but everytime she's mentioned they HAVE to mention toji, it's almost like she'll never leave his shadow, all her achievements are boiled down to FEMALE TOJI which, don't get me wrong I love toji but she's more than that, she's a monster because she wiped out a whole clan not because she shares same superhuman powers as her predecessor and dare I say she's already surpassed toji at this point.

Let's not forget Uro and Angel/Hana whom gege brought in once for one job and then we all completely forgot about them. (I am mentioning them last because he's done this with many other characters so they're truly not an unique case in that sense)

Returning back to when jjk first was fairly new and we had these panels

it was hype we thought FINALLY!!!! she doesn't denounce her femininity but isn't used as a fan service material through them either and she's fucking nuts and strong FINALLY!!! only for gege to go well now that you've had the crumbs you're getting neither, not the pretty ones nor the strong ones and even if they're strong I am going to act like they don't exist so have fun!! And that's why I think he's really downgraded.

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Toji: I fucking hate kids. Satoru: Well good! Kids fucking hate you! Suguru, flipping him off: Megumi in Satoru’s arms flipping Toji off: asshole. Tsumiki in Suguru’s arms blowing a raspberry at Toji:

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showered with love

[naomiswonderland]

Gojo and Getos fight ended so badly they both ended up becoming teen dads to cope

[thoughtssvt]

Seasons Pass Like It's Nothing

synopsis : the lease on Megumi and Tsumiki's old apartment is about to end. When faced with the decision of what to do with it Megumi decides to give the apartment up. Itadori and Nobara help Megumi clear out the apartment, finding photographs of the siblings' hearts along the way. The seasons may have passed like it was nothing, but Megumi is reminded of where he's supposed to be.

word count : 3563

A/N : this is essentially a collection of snippets of how Megumi and Tsumiki grew up with crumbs of dad gojo, so i hope you enjoy :)

“Megumi,” Gojo’s voice was even, void of any emotion except the constant carefree attitude he always laced around his words. He raised his arm, motioning the raven haired teen towards him and away from where he’d been sparring with Kugisaki and Itadori.

“Wasn’t that a little weird? Do you think something’s going on?” Yuji leaned in towards Noabara, keeping his voice down despite Megumi and their sensei being a handful of yards away.

“Hah? What’s weird about it?” Nobara groaned as she stretched her arms with her hands clasped above her head.

“I mean… Gojo-sensei doesn’t usually pull him aside like that…” Yuji continued, eyebrows motioning towards the tree that casted a shadow over the two subjects of their conversation. “He usually says what he needs to say in front of everyone– and look,” he interrupted his own thought process, “Fushiguro looks a bit…” Yuji trailed off, Megumi leisurely walking back to them with his hands stuffed in his pockets, a frown carved deep in his face and charcoal brows knitted tightly.

“I don’t know what you mean, he always looks like that–” Kugisaki whispered under her breath before Itadori obnoxiously shushed her, spit fanning through the air around her face. By the time Fushiguro made it back to them, Itadori was dodging Kugisaki’s fierce swats, trying his best to warn her that Megumi would hear them if she didn’t quit it.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori started, wincing when Nobara’s swat landed on the back of his head.

“The lease on the apartment Tsumiki and I had is ending this month,” Fushiguro confessed, emerald eyes looking right through his two friends.

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“Tell me what you want to do with it. I just figured I’d run it by you since you live here now and Tsumiki is being taken care of in the hospital.” Gojo shrugged his shoulders, his voice surprisingly serious. “Personally–”

“I’ll have it cleared out by the end of the month,” Megumi said concisely, turning to return to his friends without hearing whatever Gojo had left to say.

“I think I left a bag behind somewhere there! Bring it back!” His sensei called out after him, his grating voice filled with its usual cocky timbre. 

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He was making the right decision, right? He can’t deny that Gojo had done a lot for him and his sister, so asking him to continue paying for an apartment that just sat collecting dust was pointless. A waste of money even for Gojo.

Did this mean he was giving up? Was he already expecting Tsumiki to waste away in that hospital bed until he was advised to pull the plug? His frown deepened the closer he got to his bickering classmates, their hushed yells drowned out by the loud stomps of the thoughts that ran through his mind. He remembered what he’d been working so hard for over the past year. He was going to exorcise the curse that held Tsumiki hostage. He declared as much as he squeezed her lifeless hand, his words cutting through the pungent sanitary-soaked air after he’d watched the caretaker massage and maneuver her body to prevent muscle deterioration.

How would Tsumiki feel if she woke up and didn’t have a home to go back to? The home they made together, when the memories of their parents faded and all that was left was them. Though he decides that maybe he was holding an inanimate object on too high of a pedestal. What made it home was the two of them being there for each other. If –no– when Tsumiki woke up they’d find a new place to call home.

“Here, it’s pretty dusty. No one’s been here since the school year started,” Megumi cautioned Yuji and Nobara, handing them each a standard sanitary mask as he pushed the door to the apartment open.

The hinges whined, the heavy wood creaking open without much force. When the three of them stepped in Itadori couldn’t keep in his coos of awe.

“It’s still pretty clean despite two teenagers living by themselves,” Itadori pointed out, seeing how there wasn’t a sign of clutter anywhere. A punched out groan left his lips, Nobara having elbowed his side muttering about how he’d be the one they’d expect to have a messy home.

Yuji nursed his side, stepping further into the house as Fushiguro disappeared to gather boxes and cleaning supplies. He’d come across a small hallway table that housed various sized picture frames. Picking one up he blew the dust off the image, another coo stretching his lips into a smile.

“Oh, Fushiguro! It’s a mystery how you don’t have any wrinkles yet, you’ve been frowning since you could walk!” Itadori teased, turning the picture frame over for Kugisaki to see. It was a picture Tsumiki had taken of Megumi’s sixth birthday. Gojo had snapped a party hat around his head and bought a cake that was 200% sugar. The still Tsumiki had captured was just a second before Gojo smeared a glob of white icing across Megumi’s face.

“Woah… That’s Gojo-sensei? He looks so…”

“Young…” Itadori and Kugisaki mirrored, tilting their heads to the left to discern whether their eyes were playing tricks on them or not. Itadori set the frame down in favor of looking at the rest that were lined up neatly, making a confused sound as he noticed a pattern in these pictures.

“Do you have any more of these, Fushiguro?” Kugisaki turned to him once he entered their field of view, arms full of cleaning supplies and flattened cardboard.

“I thought you guys were here to help me,” He deadpanned, unimpressed.

“One photo album and Itadori will do all the heavy lifting,” Nobara negotiated, ignoring the heavy groan from Yuji. Megumi’s eyes darted between the two of them before his shoulders dropped with a sigh. He set the supplies down on the coffee table, making his way over to the tall shelf that harbored more picture frames and trophies than books. He pulled a whole row of thick spined binders from a mid tier, dumping them into Itadori’s arms. They were all labeled by year, each a different color, the handwriting on the covers becoming steadier as time progressed.

“Let’s start with 2006!” Yuji declared, cracking the album open to find colorful pages, each with only one or two photos meticulously glued on accompanied by a handwritten section of the date and the day’s activities.

The first picture was an apathetic Megumi wearing his signature uninterested face, hair short, dark strands sticking close to his forehead. He had a small coin pouch hanging from his neck as he stood a few steps out of the apartment’s entrance. The sun shone bright against his face casting a harsh shadow on one half of his face due to his chubby cheeks. The next photo was presumably some time after the first. A red faced Megumi clutching the coin pouch tight in his plump hands. His gaze was downcast, avoiding the camera and two cartons of eggs at all cost.

Megumi’s First Errand! February 3, 2006 Megumi was sent to the store to get a carton of milk and somehow came home with two dozen eggs!

“Seriously, Fushiguro? How did you confuse milk with eggs?” Kugisaki questioned, slightly horrified at the depiction of a clumsy Fushiguro.

“I’m more surprised that your sister gave you enough money to buy two cartons…” Yuji added, wearing a matching halfway mortified face.

“Yeah… the store clerk was wondering what I was gonna do with that many eggs,” Fushiguro snorted softly, his lips tugging into the smallest smile he could muster despite the embarrassment. He remembered that day well. He’d gotten distracted after he’d bumped into a teenager with baggy pants and dark bangs. He had a soft smile, extending a hand to help Megumi up, asking if he was alright. He was kind even though Megumi could’ve knocked the cake right out of his hands with the force he rammed into him with. Embarrassment grew in Megumi and he panicked, pulling the closest thing off the refrigerated shelves next to him.

Yuji and Nobara continued to flip through the pages, cooing at the big events and mundane moments Tsumiki memorialized. Like when he took it upon himself to do all the chores for the day– including Tsumiki’s– only to learn why his older sister usually wore a mask while cleaning, the photo tacked to the page catching Megumi mid-sneeze as he dusted their futon. Another page displayed an image of small hands clutching the edges of a paper, midnight tufts of hair peeking out from the top. Blushing knuckles complimented the messy red wax scribble across the page.

Megumi Learned to Write His Name March 20, 2006 Since school is starting soon Megumi asked me to teach him how to write his name. He misses some strokes most of the time, but he’s getting the hang of it!

The next page was littered with photos. They were gushing from the edges, little Tsumiki wanting to save every corner of each memory. Megumi’s hair was contained under a rimmed, yellow hat as he stood in front of the welcome banner of his elementary school. He was clad in a baby blue long sleeve shirt, white club collar folding over the neckline mirroring his dark blue shorts peeking out from the bottom. He stood awkwardly in all but one photo. In contrast to the last page, he stood tall, chest puffed out as he held his paper low enough to show his face. The same red wax stuck to the page, neat this time, not a line or dot out of place. His eyes were bright and determined, proud. Pink dusted the tops of his cheeks as he looked right into the camera. Right at Tsumiki.

Megumi’s First Day of School April 10, 2006 Megumi started kindergarten today! His classmates were amazed that he already knew how to write his name all by himself, especially because the Kanji is so complicated!

Despite Megumi’s soft grumbles, Itadori and Kugisaki pulled open another album, skipping a year in hopes of finding more pictures of Gojo-sensei. Their eyebrows shot up towards their hairlines as Megumi grew a noticeable amount of centimeters just before the next school year. A few pages later showed a memory Megumi was quite fond of. At least, the prologue of what was on the page. It was the first (and only) performance he’d ever done, a mandatory one held by the school’s music teacher. The students were required to wear black shoes with black slacks and their school’s button down.

Tsumiki made sure to order a new uniform to fit his new build, the only problem was that they hadn’t anticipated Megumi needing nice black shoes. Ever so caring and resourceful, Tsumiki dug out a pair of her old white sneakers. They didn’t fit her anymore and they’d be a bit big on Megumi, but they did the job. With so little time left, Tsumiki dyed the shoes black, though they came out a little janky, the rubber edging refusing to take to the dye. It caused the children in Megumi’s grade to tease him and for the first time ever Megumi became self conscious of being poor.

It manifested in him violently. An irritation he’d never felt before. In the blink of an eye he was yanking the collar of a boy’s uniform, blinded with embarrassment that he didn’t even know what he was going to do then. Before he could act on anything he was being flung backwards, his older sister’s back towering over him.

“What’s wrong with his shoes? They just need to be black, don’t they? They’re black.” She’d defended him in a sharp, icey tone that had the younger boys scurrying off. She’d knelt down in front of Megumi, a frown twitching against her lips before she sighed, reaching to ruffle his hair. “You’re tall. No one will see your shoes. At least you won’t get scolded for wearing the wrong color, right?” She consoled him and maybe she knew Megumi better than he knew himself. Maybe she knew how sad he got during sports day when all his friends had their parents to cheer them on. “Violence is never the answer.” She’d started before pulling him up into a hug. “It’s okay to be lost, Megumi. Life is like the hands of a clock. You can wander around in circles because eventually we’ll get to where we’re meant to be.” Suddenly the self consciousness he felt earlier vanished. He’d performed against his will, but he made sure to sing from the bottom of his heart with the intention of making his sister’s efforts worth all the trouble.

Megumi’s First Performance! Saturday, August 25, 2008 Megumi performed with his school’s choir! He looks all nice and handsome in his new clothes!

The three first years barely noticed how the time passed, the sun barging in through the window, its rays creating a spotlight for the dusty air to dance in. Megumi was so caught up in reminiscing that he made no further complaints as his friends flipped through each book in search of the teenage version of their Sensei.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe that Gojo-sensei was a kid once,” Yuji grumbled as he stared hard at a picture of their teacher carrying a grumpy Megumi on his shoulder. Gojo was a bit more slender back then, shoulders less broad. Though he still made Megumi look a lot smaller than he should’ve at that age. Megumi’s hair had grown into the sea urchin-like shape he wore to this day and even if he was sitting on Gojo’s shoulder it was clear that he shot up in height. He sported a dark blue t-shirt with gray boy shorts, the exposed skin of his legs scuffed with dirt. Medals gleamed against the camera as it hung off both of their necks.

Megumi’s First Sports Day with Gojo-san! Monday, October 12, 2009 Gojo-san entered him and Megumi in the three-legged race and they won first place! Though… he cheated a little bit…

Two pairs of eyes followed the arrow from Tsumiki’s captions to the printed evidence of Gojo’s unfair advantage. He’d hauled the boy over his shoulder, the fabric meant to tie their legs together dangling off Megumi’s ankles. At least that’s what Kugisaki and Itadori could infer. The two figures were the only ones out of focus in a severe blur as they ran yards ahead of the other teams.

They were disqualified from the three-legged race since Gojo-san didn’t follow the rules, but they entered the 100m relay and won fair and square!

They watched Megumi grow up as the sun set, Megumi heaving himself from the couch to flick the lights on, leaving the two to chatter about all of his martial arts tournament pictures, his friends deciding that that’s why there were so many trophies on the shelves these albums resided in prior to their disturbance.

“So, Fushiguro…” Itadori started slowly as Megumi approached them. “Your sister isn’t in any of these pictures.” He finally aired out the pattern he’d noticed in the framed pictures he’d seen before they even knew these scrapbooks existed.

Megumi nodded, his lips pursed in a tight line as he took the last scrapbook from the pink-haired teen’s hands. He ran the fleshy pad of his finger along the edge of the last page of the last album. He was in middle school in the last photo. Most of his hand consumed the frame, the space between his pointer finger and his thumb revealing a bright blush and a groaning frown.

Megumi’s Growing Up! :( September 2, 2014 The first time Megumi called me Aneki instead of onee-san

They had an unresolved fight shortly after this photo was taken.

Megumi regrets it to this day.

Tsumiki got into the habit of babying him. She’d missed a lot of school to make sure that she made it to all his important events. She still had Gojo coming to the school with them for his first day of middle school.

It pissed him off and he made sure to let her know that.

It was around the time he started getting into more and more fights at school. He hated how genuinely angry she got when he put those bullies and gangsters into their place. She didn’t even spare him a second to try and understand why he was doing all that in the first place.

“You’re not my mother. Stop babying me.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, smacking her hand away as she tried to clean the open wound on Megumi’s cheek. It was just a scratch. He’s sure a pebble scraped him through all the commotion. He didn’t need her dabbing an alcohol filled cotton ball against his cheek. He didn’t need her scolding him for defending the weak. He didn’t need her making scrapbooks of her weak brother when she should’ve been watching out for herself. Why didn’t any of these albums tell him when she’d gotten cursed? Why were these photos all just of him? What the hell was he doing when his sister was targeted? It reminded him of what she said all those years ago and how he couldn’t possibly believe that his wandering circles couldn’t possibly lead him to where they were supposed to be.

“Yeah… she was always behind the camera. Let’s get to cleaning, Gojo-sensei only gave us tomorrow off to get this done.” Fushiguro started slowly before rushing as he trudged out of the thick sludge of his own thoughts. He gathered the albums in his arms before walking a short distance to stack them into a cardboard box. Itadori and Kugisaki shared a look before they wordlessly stood up off the couch, Itadori taking a box with him towards the shelf while Kugisaki decided to tackle the kitchen.

They worked in silence from that point on, the soft clattering of dishes and the crinkle of newspaper interrupting the silence erratically as Fushiguro created the sharp hiss of cardboard against cardboard as he taped a new box together. Once most of the picture frames were sorted safely into their own boxes Yuji heaved a sigh as he bent at the knees, squatting down to the cabinet that took up the lower half of the shelf.

“Fushiguro, this has Sensei’s name on it, but it seems pretty light. Do you think he still wants it?” Itadori called out, each of their ears ringing a bit at the sudden volume. A sigh slipped through Megumi’s lips as he walked over towards Yuji with his hand outstretched.

“Yeah, he asked me to bring it back if we found it,” Megumi clarified, his brows knitting together as he felt the bag’s feather-light heft. Before he could think otherwise, his fingers were unzipping the bag to find a thick photo envelope at the bottom with his and Tsumiki’s name scratched on the front.

“More pictures?” Itadori leaned in as he recognized the type of envelope Megumi was holding.

Ignoring Yuji’s question, Fushiguro pulled out a stack of glossy paper, Gojo’s handwriting on one of the watermarked sides. He flipped the stack over, silently going through them with increasing speed. They were all candid pictures of him and Tsumiki during every event his older sister had invited Gojo to, even more of when Gojo would barge in at odd times of the month to take them for ice cream and go out shopping. Most of the pictures were of them in their apartment, Tsumiki having insisted that it was unnecessary for Gojo to take them out and spend money. His sensei memorialized each moment on the backs of every photo, much like Tsumiki did in her scrapbook.

Megumi sent Kugisaki and Itadori off within the hour, thanking them for their time with a promise of treating them for a meal in the near future.

“Oh, a phone call from Megumi? How rare,” Gojo chuckled from the other end of the line, Megumi rolling his eyes, silently cursing at himself that he’d pinched his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, making him unable to pull the device away from his ear.

“It’s not a problem for you to continue paying for the apartment is it? Now that I make money I can contribute, but I can’t cover all of it,” Megumi got straight to the point, his fingers fiddling with the metal backing of a frame.

“Changed your mind? Well, anything for my precious student. I’ll take care of it.”

With that the call ended in the same beat as the soft clack the wooden picture frame made as it landed on Tsumiki’s bedside table. Megumi drew out a long sigh as he took a seat next to Tsumiki’s hospital bed. With her hand in his he shifted his gaze to her, away from the picture. It was one he’d taken out of Gojo’s stack, the two of them smiling brightly as they splashed dish water on one another. He sagged in his seat. Left alone with the silent tick of the clock hung high on the wall he was reminded of where he was meant to be and he’d keep running in circles until he got there.

“I’ll get stronger so you can come home, okay? I promise. Stupid, Aneki.”

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Hi!! If your requests are still open, could you write something about teen gojo and the reader having a movie night with little megumi and tsumiki? (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

GAHHH so cute!

Little movie night with Gojo and his kids

Gojo often relies on you when taking care of his two kids becomes too much

It's one of those days where Tsumiki and Megumi won't go to bed and are just getting in your boyfriends nerves

So you suggest a movie night!

Of course Gojo leaves you with them in your dorm to go get snacks, given very direct instructions from the kids on what to get

Now time to pick a movie, this is the easiest part by far because Megumi just begrudgingly says yes to whatever princess movie Tsumiki suggests

By the time Gojo gets home the movie is all ready to go and you get your snacks out

The two kids are on the floor in a pillow fort Gojo helped them make, and you are snuggled next to your boyfriend on the couch behind them

Gojo takes the liberty of commenting on every plot whole and bad decisions the characters make in the movie, made for children, because he can't help himself.

After warning Megumi to not eat to much and then having him eat way to much and feel sick, he's grumpy that tsumiki laughed at him and the two start poking at each other

Your remind yourself that's just what siblings do and they eventually sort it out by tsumiki declaring that she was older so she could "do what she wanted" and some how that was good enough for her brother

The night ends with them falling asleep before the movie reaching its conclusion so you and Gojo can put them to bed and have a movie night of your own<3

[thejessc0de]

[franchugb-art]

A little gift

i'm not normal about them and never will

[emisnt2]

our little family

[sunbeamah]

JJK au I can't bring myself to write in full. The events of the anime are tweaked, but they happened many hundreds of years ago, and yeah! it's a little long for a drabble but pls enjoy!

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"I understand." Yuuji said, nodding slowly. Megumi frowned. He'd expected an outburst- yelling, crying, maybe even a fist or two flying at him.

This was not how he thought his husband would react to his sacrifice at all.

"Yuuji." He demanded. "What-"

"Megumi..." Yuuji said, his dry and cracked lips twisting into the smallest smile Megumi had ever seen from him. "Can you do something for me?"

Megumi panted, glancing back out at the battlefield before them. Who knows how much longer their forces could hold Sukuna off? He needed to do it. He needed to go out there and do it now. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and his fingers twitched, prepared to form fists.

And yet, he waited. Because his husband needed something for him, and when Megumi married him he promised to be a provider for Yuuji, first and foremost.

"What is it?" He asked.

Yuuji leaned forward instead of saying anything, and Megumi met him halfway. A final kiss. Even in the end, Yuuji was always thinking about him first. He remembered his whispered words in their marriage bed- remembered them as the first meaningful things he said that he did not have to recite over and over again to get right.

'If I should die, whether in a year or in a moment, whether in battle or in this very bed-- I want kissing your lips to be the last thing I do.'

Perhaps it wouldn't be the very last thing. No- the very last thing Megumi would do in this world, would be loving Yuuji. Right after killing the King of Curses, and avenging his possessed sister, whose heart still beat, but whose life had ended the second a curse had taken her over.

The kiss was bittersweet. He was sure all the sweetness came from Yuuji, himself. So he tried to pour in his passion, his love, his life force itself into the kiss, to make up for all the bitterness he'd tainted it with.

He got it all back in full.

"Tell Kugisaki and the others, that I'm sorry." He said when he pulled away. Megumi felt something within him, akin to a cord on a biwa, pull taught. "I won't make be able to cook them their victory feast after all."

The cord snapped.

"Yuuji--"

"I love you, Megumi." Yuuji said. Megumi's eyes widened. The last thing he saw was Yuuji's smile become wide and brilliant like it usually was, as a tear fell from one of his golden brown eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head- and the image was taken away, replaced with darkness.

When he came to, hours later, it was to a red-eyed and frowning Kugisaki.

They met eyes, and no words were needed between them.

She helped him to his feet, and he sprinted towards the battlefield-

Only to find a wasteland in its place.

All the greenery from the grasses and trees and scattered bushes had been wiped out. The blue water of the river was nowhere to be seen. The redness of blood and purple of curse-bile was gone as if it had never existed. Everything around was grey or brown. Ash or dirt.

Not even the bodies remained.

"Gojo." He didn't bother with an honorific- didn't even think to. "What happened? Where's- Where's Yuuji?"

Gojo didn't answer. Didn't even turn to look at him.

"Oi." He said, his shaky breathing speeding up. "Oi, Gojo."

He walked around to force Gojo to face him- but he wasn't expecting what he found.

"Tsumiki?"

".. Megumi." She said weakly, reaching out to him. He immediately pulled her into an embrace, supporting her full weight and taking her out of Gojo's arms.

"How are you alive? Sister, I.." There was a gentle pressure against his arms, and he released Tsumiki just slightly when he realised it was her trying to pull back.

She took a moment to prepare herself to speak.

"I think.. I met.. Your husband." She said. "Th-the one.. You told me about..."

Megumi gasped. He had spoken to her while she was bedridden, but all their healers told him she wouldn't be able to understand him if she could hear him at all. For years he'd never said a word to his sister. Yuuji had been the one to speak to her, instead, and to convince him to do so as well. 'I know they say she cannot hear us,' he'd said. 'But if she could, well then she should know what she has to look forward to.'

"Yuuji." He said. "You met him- where is he?"

Tsumiki smiled sadly.

No...

"No." He hissed, ignoring the stinging in his eyes and snapping in his heart. "No, you cannot- he would not-"

"Megumi.."

"No! You cannot tell me my husband is dead! You cannot be saved, and alive, and back with me, just to tell me my husband is gone. You were- you two were supposed to be the ones to survive!"

"Megumi--"

"Give her to me." Gojo said.

"No, she is my sister-"

"She needs care. You need something else right now."

"You don't know what I need-"

"On the contrary, I believe I know exactly what you need." Gojo looked him in the eye, and it struck Megumi that he was no longer wearing his mask. The pain and grief in his sky-coloured eyes reminded Megumi of the end of a simpler time and beginning of a more complicated one. When he clutched to himself the body of a monk-dressed assassin he'd just killed and cried like it was his own family member who'd died.

Perhaps it had been.

"Yuuji is gone." He said, and Megumi made an inhuman sound of anger. "And you need to understand that. So go out there and look, and destroy what has not already been destroyed, and do what you will not in front of us. And when you return, we will be here."

Tsumiki reached out for Gojo, and he took her into his arms carefully, before walking off of the deserted field.

Megumi turned back, and did exactly that.

He scoured the entire decimated land for anything that survived.

And when that didn't work he followed the slow-burning fires and found only stray weapons and armour. And when that ended he followed the river as far as its reddened water went, finding only dead horses and useless tools. He kept following the river, long after it had turned blue one more- and found a tree that hadn't been there before.

It was bright and large, stretching well into the sky as if it were something that could cross realms. And though it was the end of winter, when all the snow and ice had melted to leave nothing beneath- this tree was flowering.

The blossoms were a familiar pink.

Megumi fell to his knees at the base of this great tree- and wept. He screamed his pain into the air it breathed, and claws the ground where its roots lay. Why did this happen to Yuuji? Why did he think Megumi could accept this? Could live with this pain? It was killing him. It would kill him.

Why, why, why?

It felt like days had passed by the time he rose to his feet once more. He had not slept, had not eaten, and had not stopped etching his grief into the world before him.

The tree was gone.

He stumbled back along the river, until he found the rotting horses. He followed the burned and blackened stumps of trees, until he found the destroyed once-battlefield. He walked until he reached the small war-tent illuminated by a much smaller fire.

And when he arrived there, he collapsed. Into the arms of his sister, his best friend, his mentor. But not into the arms of the one he craved to see the most. He wasn't surprised. But it hurt all the same.

Zenin Yuuji, his husband, his love, his life itself- was gone.

Megumi died years later, though he wished it was seconds. He fathered no heirs, and was only married once. His mentor attended his funeral. As did his sister. And his best friend. And the Clan he hated. And the family he did not.

They prayed for him to be reunited with his husband in death. He had prayed for this as well.

-

But he didn't expect it to happen like this.

"Excuse me." A woman said, trying to get past him. He moved on autopilot, unblocking the automatic doors of the konbini and putting an end to the alarm that sounded every time the door opened.

He payed none of it any mind. He couldn't-- not when Yuuji was right in front of him for the first time in hundreds of years.

He was across the street, walking casually. He wore a yellow hoodie, blue jeans and red runners, he had a pair of earphones with a cord in his ears, and much shorter hair than he did the last time Megumi had seen him. But it was the same pink and brown colour, and his eyes were the same gold and his lips were the same shape and it was him- it was Yuuji.

Despite being all the way across the street, Megumi took a step forward and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything that would get those golden eyes to rest on him once again.

But before he could, another figure was stepping up beside Yuuji, throwing an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair, blocking his view of his husband.

Pink hair, red eyes and dark birthmarks in places where black tattoos used to be.

Sukuna.

Megumi clenched his fists, cursing his powerlessness. If only he could still summon his trump card. He sighed.

Even if he could, he wouldn't. It would put Yuuji in danger. He just needed to wait for the walking light to come on, cross the street and then- and then he could look into the eyes of his husband once more.

He tapped his foot impatiently. When the red light for the oncoming cars went on, Megumi crossed without waiting.

Gojo remembered. He was a schoolteacher now, and his husband remembered, too. Nobara remembered. Maki remembered. Even his own father remembered, and he'd been drunk half the time in his old life.

There was no way Yuuji would be the one exception. There's no way fate can be that cruel. Sure, Sukuna was there, too, but Yuuji had always been forgiving. Maybe in this new life- maybe, maybe, maybe-

He caught up to Yuuji and Sukuna quick. They were stopped outside of a pachinko, of course they were, and talking to each other amicably. Megumi reached forward-

And his hand was slapped away.

"Welcome home, my boys."

A woman just shorter than Sukuna rested her hands on their shoulders. His view was blocked by the brothers'.

"Aren't you s'posed to say that when we actually come home? This is a cesspit."

"Shut up Suku-nii, you wish you could live here." His Yuuji said, voice as beautiful as the day he met him. Megumi's throat tightened. He wanted to reach out again-

But his hand wouldn't move.

"No fighting, boys. Go upstairs and wait for Mummy in there, please."

"Yeah, yeah." Sukuna said, dragging Yuuji inside.

And Megumi was powerless to stop them from leaving- as he came face to face with the woman with close-eyed smile, black hair and stitching across the forehead.

"Hello, Zenin-sama." She said, smile morphing into a sickening grin. "Do you- remember me?"