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Toji, Gojo, and Geto returned from the mission without a scratch on them. The students had taken down a grade-one curse with ease.
Besides teaching hand-to-hand combat and cursed weapons, Toji was required to supervise the first-years on missions. No student died on his watch yet.
“What do I even need a chaperone for?” the little Six Eyes complained as they walked. “I’ve been doing missions since I was a kid.”
Geto grimaced. “There are other people in the world besides you,” he said.
He and Ieri weren’t from sorcerer clans. Their families were non-sorcerers, thank god.
They didn’t look at Gojo with awe. They didn’t know any better.
Even when they were told that the little Six Eyes was the strongest, their reactions were mild. Oh, I see, And Cool.
Toji thought that was good for the Gojo heir. The boy didn’t need any more people worshipping the ground he walked on. He was unbearable enough already.
“You don’t need a nanny either,” Gojo shot back, grinning at Geto. “You’re special grade. What I don’t get is why someone weaker than me is in charge of protecting us.”
Toji glanced at him sideways. “Who are you calling weak, brat?” he asked dryly. “I’ll beat your ass.”
“Oh, will you?” Gojo laughed. “That’s not very nice, Fushiguro-sensei.”
“Not my job to be nice.”
“But threatening your poor, helpless students is?”
Toji reached for Gojo and jostled his head back and forth in what resembled a rough hair ruffle. Gojo let him.
“I’m being bullied! I’m being bullied,” he whined. “Suguru, help!”
“No,” Geto said flatly. Gojo giggled.
“Just teaching you about the harshness of life,” Toji said as he let him go. “Bet you’ve been coddled your whole life.”
“My life has been hard,” Gojo said. He tried to smooth his hair down, but it only stuck up in every direction.
“Didn’t you arrive at school in a million-yen limousine on your first day?” Geto asked.
He had. Because he was a jackass like that.
“Two million, actually.”
Toji snorted derisively while Geto gave Gojo a disgusted look.
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They had to endure the debriefing when they arrived in Jujutsu High. Toji might have dozed off at some point. When he came to, Gojo was grinning at him from across the room, while Geto looked thoroughly unimpressed.
Yaga was pissed as hell. As soon as the students were dismissed he chewed Toji out thoroughly.
Shit about being a bad influence and inappropriate and unreliable.
As if Toji didn’t already know.
He didn’t care much either, but he kept his face neutral. It usually made things end faster.
If Yaga had a real problem with him, Toji thought, he should take it up with the higher-ups at Jujutsu High. They knew who he was, what he was capable of, and they hired him anyway.
They’drather have him as a shitty ally than an active enemy.
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***
After leaving Yaga’s office, Toji strolled across the school grounds. On the lawn ahead, he spotted Geto and Gojo kicking a soccer ball back and forth.
They were bickering about the purpose of sorcerers.
Geto went on and on about duty and responsibility, preaching the importance of protecting the weak.
While Gojo complained about how unfair it was that people expected things of him and he that he couldn’t just do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
They had some version of this argument every few weeks. Toji suspected it was just an excuse for them to fight.
“Sensei, what do you think?” Gojo called out when he saw Toji pass by. Geto looked like he would rather not know.
“Hm?” Toji turned his head lazily their way. “What do I care,” he said. “I’m doing it for the paycheck, kid.”
Gojo gasped in mock horror and pressed a hand to his mouth. He was annoying like that.
“No allegiance to humanity?” he asked.
“Nah. To whoever pays better.”
Gojo hummed, thoughtful. “Would you accept a job from a curse?”
Honestly? No.
But instead of saying that, Toji grinned wolfishly. “If the price is right.”
Geto wrinkled his nose in distaste while Gojo laughed. “Good thing I’m unfathomably rich, then. I can buy your loyalty anytime.”
“Also, curses have the capacity to understand money, let alone contracts,” Geto added. Until now, he had stayed quiet. Politely waiting for the conversation to end so Toji could leave already.
Toji decided to do him that favor.
“Where are you going, Sensei?” Gojo asked. He loved sticking his nose into other people’s business, or maybe just Toji’s.
“None of your concern.”
“Ah.” Gojo nodded sagely. “Gambling.”
Geto snickered.
“I’m picking up my son,” Toji snapped. And the girl, Tsumiki. Then all three of them would go gambling together.
Gojo perked up. “You have a son?” he asked, curious in a way that made Toji regret opening his mouth.
“No.”
“What’s his name?”
“Stop.”
“How old is he?”
Toji flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow,” Gojo whined, even though it clearly hadn’t hurt.
Toji walked away.
He decided the next training session would be hand-to-hand again. No cursed techniques.
He would beat that kid black and blue.
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***
The universe liked to conspire in Gojo’s favor. Because of that, he met Megumi not long after.
Toji’s latest girlfriend had kicked him to the curb. She was tired of being an unpaid babysitter, tired of Toji’s bullshit, and tired of Toji in general.
With no one else to dump them on, Toji started bringing Megumi and Tsumiki to Jujutsu High after school. It was only a matter of time before they ran into Gojo.
“You must be Fushiguro-sensei’s kids,” Gojo said when he saw them. He crouched in front of Megumi and grinned. “You look just like your dad.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.
Megumi scowled. “And who are you?”
“I’m your father’s favorite student,” Gojo announced brightly. “Satoru Gojo!” He threw his arms in the air and waved them around.
Megumi and Tsumiki just stared at him.
“I’m sure he’s mentioned me,” Gojo added.
“No,” Megumi said.
That made Gojo pout and Toji smile.
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Before long, Toji started using his students as babysitters. Geto clearly looked down on him for it, but he never complained, at least not to Toji’s face. He could judge all he wanted, as long as he didn’t tattle to Yaga.
As for Gojo, he won the kids over easily.
Toji watched with a flicker of jealousy as Megumi and Tsumiki squealed and laughed, soaring through the air while Gojo used Limitless to make them fly like superheroes.
He soothed himself by remembering that Gojo was mentally six years old. Of course, he got along with kids.
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***
Gojo threw a party to welcome the new freshmen. It was a small, pitiful thing. Only six people showed up, but Gojo seemed delighted anyway. He was high energy as usual.
Toji had only come because Gojo had promised meat.
True to his word, amid the cakes, sweets, and bottles of soda sat a single portion of wagyu beef with vegetables. Shit looked expensive. Tasted expensive too.
“Fushiguro-sensei,” Gojo said lightly, “now that we’re second-years, you won’t be watching over us on missions anymore.” He wore a ridiculous party hat. He’d tried to put one on Toji, too, but Toji had smacked it out of his hand.
“Disappointed?” Toji asked.
Gojo turned his nose up. “Bah! I don’t need a babysitter.” Then he glanced at Toji hopefully. “Maybe we’ll still go on Big-boy missions together. As two fellow special-grade sorcerers.”
Gojo was needy. He kept bothering Toji and hovered around Geto, or Ieri, whenever he could. The kid hated being alone. Too bad, because the stronger Gojo became, the more solo missions he’d be given. Toji suspected that someday, Gojo would go on every mission alone.
“I’m not a sorcerer,” Toji said instead.
“Oh, come on,” Gojo muttered, probably rolling his eyes behind his shades.
Then he brightened and waved the new first-years over. “Nanami Kento, Yu Haibara. Meet Fushiguro-sensei! He’ll be looking after you from now on.”
The freshmen greeted Toji stiffly. They were intimidated.
Toji couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto his face as he soaked in their fear. It had been so long since he’d gotten to menace young sorcerers.
“Behave yourself, old man,” Gojo scolded.
Toji lifted his fist and brought it down on the top of Gojo’s head. Gojo yelped and grabbed his scalp. He peered up at Toji with watery eyes over the rim of his sunglasses, fluttering those pretty eyelashes.
It was all for theatre, of course. They both knew Gojo had allowed it. He had lowered Limitless just for Toji’s blow to land.
Maybe the brat wanted to be disciplined. And wasn’t that a thought.
Gojo recovered quickly.
“Don’t worry,” he said cheerfully. He even had the nerve to clap Toji on the shoulder. “Fushiguro-sensei looks scary, but he’s not that bad.”
That made Toji laugh.
Gojo had no idea how wrong he was.
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***
Toji occasionally thought that he had liked being the sorcerer killer more than whatever he was now.
He had quit for the sake of his wife. And now his wife was dead, yet he hadn’t gone back to being a hitman.
He wondered what sister.
His son, he supposed. And his son’s sister.
That didn’t stop him from pondering how he would kill the little Six Eyes.
He had nothing against the kid. Not really.
It was just… an old habit.
There had been a bounty on the Gojo heir since birth. Every year, it grew larger.
Once, it had sparked a frenzy. Hitmen scrambling to kill the child while they still could. They had all failed.
Gojo had proved early on that he wouldn’t die easily.
The bounty had since left to gather dust, but it was never withdrawn. All the shitty assassins had simply accepted that Gojo couldn’t be taken down.
All except for one. The sorcerer killer could kill him.
Sometimes, Toji considered bringing him out of retirement.
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***
The summer heat was unbearable. Toji wondered how anyone without a heavenly restriction managed to endure it.
Gojo lay sprawled on the ground, catching his breath after their sparring session, his pretty, doll-like face marked with bruises.
Toji wore loose trousers and a tight shirt, the kind he favored for training and missions. It clung to him in a way that made Gojo discreetly ogle him. His arms, his chest, his broad back.
Toji stretched his upper body deliberately to put on a good show for the boy.
“Sensei, who’d win?” Gojo asked eventually.
“Hm?”
“If we went all out,” he clarified. “And you used all your little tricks. Who’d win?”
Toji glanced at him and grinned. “You, of course,” he drawled. “ After all, you’re the strongest.”
Gojo pursed his lips, sensing the mockery but unable to pin down where it hid.
Toji turned away, still smiling. In a fair fight, Toji might not be able to beat the little Six Eyes. But life wasn’t fair, and neither was Toji.
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