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Megumi wasn't even sure why they had thought they could have a peaceful Sunday out at the mall without some shit happening. He should have known something would happen, because when does it not? If it's not a stray curse they run into, it's a bunch of delinquents Nobara feels personally responsible for 'setting straight' (read: beating up, because why not?) (Megumi is of the opinion that Sukuna was a bad influence on his friends ever since the curse started communicating with them in something other than threats of unspeakable violence and unimaginable bloodshed. Apparently, even the King of Curses can get bored within his own head and hanging out with teenagers was distracting enough for him to remain entertained. Gojo was just an enabler who encouraged them to 'befriend' Sukuna, as though the curse wouldn't hesitate to kill them all if given the chance) and if not that, they actually manage to run into one of Sukuna's freaking fingers and then need to prevent the curse from nomming it down when they're not paying attention. Of course, there were times when they were called away for a mission, too, or when Gojo-sensei joins them and they somehow end up in some haunted location for a bit of training.
Or he just drags them around restaurants, cafes and candy shops. Whatever strikes his fancy, really. Megumi was used to it and his friends seem to enjoy it, too, so none of them really complain. Well, Sukuna does, but no one cares as long as he doesn't start bitching at them. If that does happen, well, Gojo-sensei had started carrying around a pacifier he threatened to glue to Sukuna's mouth if the curse got too, well, mouthy.
It was probably Gojo Satoru's biggest contribution to society and humanity besides keeping the curses at bay with his mere presence as the Strongest.
So, really, in short, Megumi knew none of their outings go exactly to plan - and usually not in the normal way as it raining on the day of said outing or missing the bus - so he wasn't sure why he'd thought this time would be different.
Except it was, because, this time, it was none of their faults that things had gone sideways. Not even Sukuna's. It wasn't even tied in to them being jujutsu sorcerers, nor was it caused by people being suspicious of their uniforms - it happened, sometimes - nor did a curse pop up. They had acted like perfectly normal teenagers, even if they weren't, dressed in casual clothes and just enjoying their time shopping at a mall. They didn't make a scene, Nobara didn't start a fight, Sukuna didn't mouth off at random people to get Yuuji in trouble - he'd been appeased by two beagles, because he apparently liked them - and Megumi hadn't needed to drag his friends out of stores for one reason or another. They had some junk food for lunch, bought a few things and just had fun.
But during their little lunch break, Kugisaki had spotted a group of other teenagers studying their group of three, a couple of girls in the group looking over towards them and pointing at Megumi. "Seems like you have some admirers."
The black haired boy couldn't help but grimace at that. There was nothing he could want or need less than more admirers. Sukuna was one simp too many, no matter how much the curse raged at being called as such. Yuuji had told them some of the thoughts he'd overheard, and if they weren't about ways to get around Gojo-sensei's Infinity, they were about Megumi getting stronger and 'more interesting'. It was honestly giving him Orochimaru vibes.
"Hey, don't be like that," said their resident sunshine boy, even as he casually held a strawberry milkshake up for Sukuna to sip from using the secondary mouth he opens on Yuuji's cheek. None of them understood how the food traveled to the King of Curses and Sukuna felt no need to enlighten them. Most probably, not even he knew. "They're pretty cute, you know. You could always go one a date or two."
Megumi glared at him. "Are you forgetting who sounded the alarm the last time someone 'flirted' with me?" Yuuji had the cheek to chuckle sheepishly while Sukuna's manifested eye rolled but, thankfully, no comment came from him. Must be a good milkshake. "Besides, they're not my type."
"Do you even know your type?" Asked Nobara in interest. "You gave that gorilla a very vague answer, more concerning personality than appearance. Are you demi or something?"
"Wouldn't know," he answered with a sigh. "I just know I don't find them particularly attractive."
"Hm, I guess that's fair." They dropped the conversation after that, going back to other things, not even paying mind to the other group of teenagers and just going about their business. Sukuna even indulged them in his opinion on why he thought pepperoni pizza is inferior to a meatmaniac pizza, which developed into an argument over whether pineapple was an acceptable pizza topping or not. Sukuna and Megumi were strictly against it while Nobara and Yuuji would eat it. "Well, I guess we'll just have to ask the second years when we get back!" Huffed their female classmate and Yuuji nodded.
"Sensei, too!"
"Zenin-senpai is allergic to pineapples and Gojo-sensei hates mixing sweet and salty things. Though I think Inumaki-senpai might like it," answers Fushiguro, because he'd actually overheard a similar conversation, once, happening between their upperclassmen. "Okkotsu-senpai, too, doesn't really like it, but apparently Rika-san used to. Not sure about Panda. But, then again, Panda always tries to order pizza with bamboo leaves. I'm never sure about him."
"What about the students from Kyoto?" Asked Yuuji.
Nobara glared at the mention of their sister school's students. "I bet that Mai likes it just to spite Maki-san."
"But we need more votes!" Protested their resident vessel.
Nobara went to berate him for being so loud, but never got to say anything as, suddenly, one of the girls from the group from earlier walked up to their table, pushed all of Kugisaki's shopping bags to the floor from the extra chair, next to Megumi, where she'd put them and sat herself down like she owned it. She leaned an elbow on the table, head held up with a palm and fluttered her eyelashes at the shikigami user.
"Hey, there. You're cute. You come here often?" She purred, laying it on thick.
Megumi just gave her a blank look.
The dragging of a chair announced the arrival of the girl's friend on the other side of Megumi, sitting between him and Yuuji. There was an enraged grunt that suggested something had annoyed Sukuna and when he glanced downwards, he sighed when he saw a pink puddle spreading on the floor.
Well, there goes their peaceful day at the mall.
"You got a girlfriend?" The new arrival asked, leaning in too close to Megumi's personal bubble.
"Excuse me, but what do you two think you're doing?" Kugisaki asked in a voice full of barely restrained irritation. That was never a good sign.
The girls completely ignored her, which definitely made her more annoyed. Megumi figured he should try to get them to leave before she blows her lid. Or before Sukuna finds a way to force his way towards the front of his and Yuuji's shared mind and body and goes on a killing spree over a strawberry milkshake.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not interested in getting a girlfriend right now. If you would please leave us to our lunch, I'd really appreciate it."
Girl number one - she had blond hair with darker streaks and pretty brown eyes, but she wore a bit too much makeup in his humble opinion - scuffed, not making a move to get up and leave. "Don't be pressured into saying what that goblin wants you to. In fact, if she's annoying you, why don't you come over to our table. I can guarantee we're better company than these losers."
"What did you just say, you miserable wretch!?" Sukuna and Nobara growled, though these two probably thought it was Yuuji, who was in truth doing his best to keep both his 'inner demon' and their classmate from indulging in a bloodbath.
"No one is making me say anything I don't mean. Now stop insulting my friends and remove yourselves from our table," he said with a firmer tone and a slight narrowing of his eyes.
It was girl number two's turn to huff. "Don't tell me she's your girlfriend? You can do way better! Like dating me!"
"If you don't leave us alone, I will call security."
Girl number two - she had black hair in a 'traditional' Japanese style with blue eyes and a beauty mark beneath her right eye - glared, all but jumping from her seat, knocking her chair over. "You will regret this." Her friend followed after her, going as far as kicking the knocked over shopping bags on her way. Megumi had to help Yuuji hold Nobara back lest she forgo her squeaky hammer and go straight for the real deal, nails and all.
"What a bitch," Sukuna grumbled before retreating into the back of Yuuji's mind now that his milkshake was ruined. He was probably trying to control himself so he doesn't lose hang-out privileges. Nobara, on the other hand, didn't bother, openly fuming and trying to glare the two girls to death as they returned to their group.
They apparently told their friends about Megumi's 'outrageous' rejection of their advances, because the whole group - six guys and four girls - turned to give their table judging looks that had Megumi tempted to let Sukuna have his fun with them. Surely the curse had something in his arsenal that won't permanently maim them or kill them? This is why Megumi chose who he saves.
"Let's just finish up and forget about them. We shouldn't let them ruin the rest of their day. Who knows when we'll get a chance to do this again," Yuuji reasoned and Nobara finally calmed down enough to go back to her cheesecake. They ignored the loud whispers and sneering laughter from the next table as they finished their lunch and then headed off to visit a few more stores before they were supposed to go back to Jujutsu Tech.
One would think that that was the end of it - and, probably, if they were a normal group of teenagers, they would have the luck for that to be the truth - but because they were never going to be normal, it was, in fact, not.
Girl number one and girl number two had enlisted the help of their friends to frame all three of them of stealing shit from one of the expensive stores where Nobara had only wanted to window-shop or maybe try something on because she couldn't afford to actually buy it and, of course, girl number two had the audacity to bring a security guard over to their group while Yuuji was messing around with some shades that reminded them of their goofy teacher, saying she'd seen them slipping things into their other shopping bags. As though they were idiots who didn't know tags existed on these items, including secret tags that only a cashier knows how to dispel just so it would prevent people from stealing expensive shit. Of course, Nobara and Yuuji immediately denied it and when the security guard had them walk through the sensors, of course, their bags set the sensors off because girl number two and girl number one's friends had been busy bees. No less than three items were found on each of them and when security tried to escort them away, Nobara caught on to what was going on, accused girl one and girl two and their group of framing them and, subsequently, started a fight.
Yuuji got dragged into it because, when he was trying to wrangle Nobara off of the two girls, Sukuna took control of his left arm and slammed a right hook into one of the guy friends that were trying to save their friends(?) from the raging Kugisaki. The fist connected - painfully, might he add, seeing as the guy went down and never got back up, out cold - which had the guy's friends rushing in and starting an outright brawl. Megumi was dragged into it and he wasn't about to let a bunch of amateur fighters defeat him. The security guard called for backup and the fight escalated until someone took out a tranquilizer just as Sukuna somehow got to the forefront of Itadori's body.
It was utter chaos from there. A total of five people got tazed, including two security guards and Sukuna - who was cursing humans to kingdom come all the way down - girl one and girl two each had a busted lip and at least one black eye, almost everyone had deep gashes and scratches because, Sukuna, seriously, cut your goddamned nails, Nobara's shirt sleeve was ripped right off and Megumi had a busted nose from where one guy managed to headbutt him, if not completely successfully.
So here he was, sitting in the security room of the mall security, holding a munch of napkins to his bleeding nose while the security personnel called all their guardians and parents because, yes, they were all minors. One of the staff were asking them all for their statements, the store manager was there with the employee who had witnessed the fight, if not the start of it, and one of the nurses stationed in the mall were cleaning up the scratches Sukuna had caused. No one of the other group was sure where the wounds came from, as Yuuji's nails normally were nothing like Sukuna's, so at least no one will be accusing Yuuji of intentionally causing grave injury.
"Well, this sucks," grumbled Nobara. "Yuuji's an orphan and my parents are miles and miles away. They probably wouldn't even come even if they were just a street away. They didn't exactly approve of me moving to Tokyo. What are we supposed to do?"
"Technically, the school is responsible for you two-"
Yuuji groaned. "I'm going to get expelled and then executed because I got in trouble with ordinary humans, aren't I?"
What's worse, all the other teenagers' parents arrived within ten to fifteen minutes as they were called one by one and heard what happened. Now, they had a bunch of teenagers glaring or snickering at them while their parents tried to appeal to the security that, clearly, their kids are perfect angels while the three of them were delinquents.
The word, however, had Megumi perking up. It's been a while since his second year in middle school, but he used to once be called that exact same thing and yet he never really got into any trouble for it. Of course, he is perfectly aware of why that was, which was why he'd perked up at all. He used to find it distasteful, but now that his friends were in trouble over him rejecting two spiteful, idiotic girls, well ... He wouldn't mind having that particular perk of his strange upbringing be brought into effect once again.
Once the security guard made his way to them to ask for their parents'/guardians' contact information, Megumi was the one to answer for them. "My friends aren't from Tokyo, so their parents can't come. However, we go to a boarding school, so they have effective custody of them for as long as they study at our school."
"Okay, and what about you, hot shot?" Asked the guard, clearly already done with them. "You go to this fancy school, too?"
"Well, yes, but my guardian also lives in the city. After all, he teaches at the school."
"Nepotism at its ugliest," mutters one of the mothers as she fusses over her son.
"And he's adopted!" Huffed the doting father of girl number one, who's now watching Megumi like a smug cat. "Clearly he's trouble! Of course he and his delinquent friends are the one who caused this problem! My daughter and her friends are good kids. They would never fight at the mall or accuse someone of stealing! These brats are just trying to shift the blame."
Megumi ignores them as he takes out his phone and opens his contacts. "So you'll be killing two birds with one stone by calling him."
"And now he's talking about killing birds!" Mother of girl number two wailed dramatically, the father nodding along with her in agreement, and Fushiguro couldn't help but roll his eyes. And here he thought Gojo-sensei was bad. Clearly, he owed the man an apology.
The security guard rolled his eyes along with him, clearly understanding that Megumi was using a metaphor, not talking about really killing birds. He typed in the number and walked a bit away from the protesting and accusatory parents and their kids.
Yuuji leaned in, whispering into his ear. "Uhm, who's he calling, Megumi? I sure hope it isn't Nanamin. He has a very intimidating disappointed stare."
Megumi was well aware of that. He'd seen Nanami-san direct it at Gojo-sensei many times and had even been on the receiving end of it once or twice himself, if the blond learned that he'd been fighting in school. "A piece of life advice: don't disappoint Nanami-san."
"Hey, didn't that janitor guy at your old school imply that your older sister raised you? So whose number did you give him? I hope it's not Ijichi-san. He's too nice to get us out of this mess," commented their female teammate and Megumi had to agree. Ijichi-san was too pure for their lifestyle.
"Well, yes, but Takeda-san wasn't exactly fully aware of our homelife situation. Tsumiki is only two years older than me, so she couldn't be my legal guardian, the complications of jujutsu society aside."
"Wait, what complications?"
Megumi did not answer that question. "We both needed a legal guardian, so Gojo-sensei took us in-"
"GOJO-SENSEI!?" Hissed the two instead of yelling, which he was grateful for.
"Back when I was six. If you insist, I can tell you the whole story later, but for now, let's keep it short and sweet by saying that Gojo-sensei is my legal guardian and will have to represent all three of us for this shit."
Sukuna scoffed, also thankfully very quietly so as to not draw attention to them and the extra mouth and eye Itadori was sporting. "If your freedom depends on that fool, you better get your own handcuffs on."
"You are alive today because of that fool," countered the Ten Shadows user with a scoff of his own. "I didn't have a shitty childhood as the Zen'in's perfect weapon, nor was I ridiculed like Maki-san and Mai-san were, instead living a relatively normal life until I wanted to join the jujutsu society. Yuta-san, too, is alive today because of Gojo-sensei, so if he's good at one 'normal' thing, it's negotiating kids out of trouble with authority figures."
"I have to agree that he doesn't look like it," Nobara commented and Megumi sighed, finally removing the tissues from his nose since it had stopped bleeding. He'll need to ask Ieiri-san to fix him up once they get back to the school.
"If you remember Takeda-san, then you remember I was a bit of a 'problem child' in middle school. How the hell do you think I didn't get suspended or expelled for beating up half of the male populace of the school in a single day? Or doing it repeatedly until they finally learned to just not mess with me?"
A moment of prolonged silence. "Wait, so, he's really good at getting you out of trouble?" Yuuji asked and Megumi sighed for who knows which time that day, or even just that hour.
"We literally wouldn't be having this conversation right now if he wasn't, because I'd be a Zen'in toy and you'd be very much dead. Getting ordinary, unsuspecting humans to follow his whims is even easier. Well, it would be, but it depends on how he interprets 'Fushiguro Megumi got into trouble'. It could be 'He's beating kids up again' or 'He stumbled upon a vessel capable of swallowing a special grade cursed object and incarnating the King of Curses who'll probably try to kill him if someone doesn't intervene', nothing in between."
"That's oddly specific."
"How do you think these idiots and I met?" Megumi drawls at the hammer and nails user, making Sukuna growl at being lumped into the same category as his vessel. "Anyway, let's hope it's the former and not the latter. All joking aside, I did once run into a special grade curse, right after manifesting my powers. Thankfully, I was at Jujutsu Tech that day and Ieiri-san was around to call Gojo-sensei. Never have I ever seen such a brutal, gory take-down as that day." He shrugged. "Satoru is protective."
"That's gotta be the first time I've heard you address Gojo-sensei as anything other than, well, Gojo-sensei," muttered Itadori but before they could continue their conversation, the security officer came back, looking a bit pissed.
"Your guardian is on the outskirts of town," he said as if that's supposed to be something bad. Well, for anyone other than Gojo Satoru, it probably was.
"He'll be here in under five minutes," shrugs Megumi at the guard, making one of the observing parents scoff.
"Just how big do you think Tokyo is? Officers, clearly this young man and his friends don't even attend their classes-"
The door suddenly swung open, cutting the mother's words off in surprise, making everyone turn to look at the new arrival. Megumi felt a feral grin that he'd only ever made when fighting that special grade under that bridge not so long ago stretch over his lips when he saw the familiar figure and what they were wearing. Oh, this was going to be better than he had hoped.
"Megumi! Yuuji! Nobara! You're all roughed up!" Came the 'worried' cry from the man who'd taken plenty of pictures with his phone of Megumi's beat up self on the night Sukuna had incarnated. Satoru seems to have just gotten out of the shower, because he was wearing his comfy clothes - that still probably cost more than what the Zen'in had been willing to pay for Megumi - consisting of white slacks and a black, long-sleeved shirt with a rather open collar. If Satoru were to bend down, half of his collar would be showing, revealing quite a bit of snow-pale skin. His hair seems to have been only towel-dried and was still dripping water from some of the white strands. It was arranged almost artfully messy. He only had sneakers on his feet. He'd even forgotten his sunglasses.
Overall, the appearance of the Strongest Sorcerer right now wasn't intimidating, but rather a 'just got out of bed after a good night' sort of look. It was a good look on Satoru, especially as it made him look softer and, the best part? His eyes were on full display. Megumi had not seen one ordinary person - not to mention plenty of sorcerers - not trip over themselves to please Gojo-sensei when he fluttered his pretty white eyelashes at people, enchanting them with the Six Eyes unique color and intensity.
The people in this room were no less affected than any of Satoru's previous victims. Nobara's and Yuuji's jaws had hit the ground and even Sukuna had joined them in the wide-eyed staring. One of the fathers looked like he was having an identity crisis while his son looked like he was having a sexuality one. He'd seen that happen plenty of times before. One of the guys and one of the other girls that hadn't tried flirting with Megumi seem to have been dating because they just broke up with each other without taking their eyes off of the Gojo Clan Head slash the Strongest Sorcerer slash what was essentially Megumi's father figure for all that the difference in their age wasn't really big enough for it.
The mothers were all fanning themselves, the other girl that hadn't flirted with Megumi seems to have melted in her seat, one of the guys was suffering from a nose-bleed that had nothing to do with the fight from earlier and another one was jealously grumbling how 'nobody should be perfect, right? Hannah Montana lied!', which was all par the course. One of the security guards had a phone out and was not-so-subtly taking pictures while another had straight-up fainted.
The two girls that had started this mess had hearts for eyes and were drooling.
Just your usual reaction to meeting Gojo Satoru for the first time if you aren't an emotionally stunted, grumpy six year old, really. Or a curse about to meet its end, but that's a whole other story.
"You're this young man's guardian?" Hesitantly asked the manager, being the only one who'd managed to regain some brain function since Satoru's entrance. "Aren't you a little young-?"
"I can buy your whole cheap outfit and it wouldn't be pocket change for me," replied Satoru casually, waving the man off as he came to crouch in front of his three students and their fourth-wheeling curse-buddy. "Seriously, Megumi, I thought you outgrew fighting with silly fools when you graduated from middle school." The tilt of his head with an arched eyebrow was as close to asking 'What happened?' as the white haired man was going to get.
"They tried framing them for theft because Fushiguro Megumi turned down those two cows advances," replied Sukuna moodily, snapping Yuuji and Nobara out of their surprise and causing everyone to suddenly hyper-focus on something other than Satoru's handsome face. Thankfully, it wasn't the extra mouth and eye on Yuuji's cheek, but it was on the words the King of Curses had uttered.
"Sir, your, um, wards have been brought here for suspect of theft and getting into a fight in one of the stores-"
"Theft? Why would they try to steal anything when they could just buy it?" Satoru asked, turning around while standing up in one smooth motion that had the strangers all swooning over him again.
"Pretty, tall, rich and stupid? It's like he's perfect!" Breathed girl number one to girl number two and their mothers nodded next to them, having overheard the comment. Megumi scowled.
Satoru was not, in fact, an idiot, no matter how much he acted like one around people.
Those sky-encompassing blue eyes rolled in exasperation, clearly having overheard the girl's comment, because of course he did. With Six Eyes, all of his senses were hyper sensitive and sharper than some animals', sight especially. "I meant, why would they steal when they can afford anything in this building? Yes, including the car model on display down on the first floor. After all, Megumi has my limitless credit card and he's a generous boy. He'd buy anything his friends asked for - within reason, of course, because he's a very trustworthy and reasonable young man - because he's generous and kind and I always tell him he's allowed to spend the money however he wants." Nobara's eyes spark and sparkle both at that, indicating they'd be having words about why he hadn't told them that earlier, while Yuuji's eyes were huge, clearly not having known their sensei was that well off. "So, really, there's no reason to steal anything. That would be like purposefully illegally parking when you have a perfectly legitimate parking space literal three feet from you: just plain dumb."
"Are you insinuating our children are all making this story up?" One of the less affected fathers asked angrily, but the white haired sorcerer just nodded.
"I mean, why are we even wasting time like this? Why don't you just pull up the security footage and check? I can assure you that my cute students did nothing wrong."
"But why would anyone cause this much trouble?" Asked the frustrated manager. "This is inconveniencing a lot of people."
"We were waiting for all the legal guardians to come before looking at the footage," replied one of the security guards with a breathy tone of voice, clearly still daydreaming about Satoru's good looks. Megumi would pity all these people for falling so easily for Satoru's pretty face, but none of them are his problem unless one of them has the balls to ask his guardian out. He's nipping that shit in the bud because Gojo-sensei isn't the only one with a 'Formation B' up his sleeve.
The footage, once it was played in whole, of course showed that Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara were framed. The parents finally fully snapped out of their trance as they started scolding and even physically disciplining their children right there in front of the rest of them while the manager and the security all apologized honestly to the three young sorcerers in training and then even more earnestly to their sensei. No surprise there. People always apologize to adults more earnestly, especially if the adult in question was one Gojo Satoru. It didn't even matter if they actually knew who and what he was. Gojo Satoru always got the best apologies for one reason or another.
As Gojo waved them off and made to usher Megumi and his classmates out of the room, one of the guys pointed an accusing finger at Megumi. "But mom! He broke my wrist!"
Which was, in fact, incorrect. That had been Kugisaki. She had not hesitated to bring out her full viciousness, like a true jujutsu sorcerer, something usually reserved only for curses and Mai-senpai. Megumi had broken no wrists.
"And she broke my nose!" Girl number two complained, also pointing a finger, this time at Kugisaki accusingly, as if this was act-like-a-toddler hour.
This accusation was also wrong. That had been Itadori's doing. Or, well, Sukuna's, most likely. Sukuna had enjoyed the scuffle immensely. They needed to find him a hobby or else all of their future mall visits might follow the same trend.
"And that pink haired menace busted my ankle!" Complained another of the guys, which was also not true. Nope, the ankle was all Megumi's doing. He'd seen the guy aim a fist towards the back of Nobara's head and had acted without thinking, stomping at the guy's ankle at a nasty angle. That thing might have shattered. He should probably go to a hospital to get that checked out.
"Quiet, you!" Hissed girl number two's mother, grabbing her daughter by her hair and hauling her to her feet. "You've been enough of an embarrassment to our family for today! You're grounded for a month! No, a year!"
"But mom!"
"No buts!" The woman paused when she was to pass by Gojo, giving him her best docile smile and batting her eyelashes. "It was a pleasure meeting you. Please forgive my foolish child. I'll make sure she learns her lesson."
Satoru just waved her off with a serene smile on his own lips. The woman and her daughter swooned before she went back to dragging her out of the security room and towards wherever their home was. Fushiguro hopes he never has to do a mission near them, ever.
The other parents made similar exits, bowing in apology to them - mostly Satoru - for their children's behavior before hightailing it out of there. As their group went to leave, too, Megumi made sure to snatch the phone from the guard who'd been making the parent calls and delete Satoru's number from his call history. Satoru had been forced to change enough phones throughout the years as a result of Megumi's delinquent phase as well as accidents at work, and while the sorcerer can certainly afford them, Megumi's not sure his guardian has enough time to sleep these days, let alone go phone-shopping.
They were silent as Gojo led them - surprise, surprise - to a cake shop to treat them all to some desert after their eventful day, but as soon as they all sat down with their orders taken - they'd become priority customers, since Gojo-sensei still didn't have any glasses or blindfolds to prevent the poor, unsuspecting ordinary people from seeing his full face and his unique eyes - Yuuji broke the silence. "Wow, I've never gotten out of trouble so easily or so quickly."
Nobara nodded, looking just a bit dumbfounded.
Satoru laughed while Megumi shrugged. "It's always been like this. I get in trouble, Gojo-sensei gets called in, people fawn over him and we go out for ice cream or cakes. Tsumiki didn't appreciate that he was essentially encouraging me, but even if he wasn't, I would have done it again either way. It's why those delinquents stopped bullying people in my old school, even after I no longer go there."
"And this always works?"
"Like a charm," chirped the only - in age - adult in their group.
"Wow," said both Nobara and Yuuji.
"Impressive," grudgingly admitted Sukuna and Gojo-sensei laughed but didn't linger on the topic.
"So, what do you guys want to do after this? Want to hang out a bit longer or should we go back to Jujutsu Tech? Ijichi will probably arrive by the time we eat our cakes-"
"If it's true that you can buy out this whole mall and everyone in it, then there's no way we're going back until I get me some Gucci shades!" Quickly interrupts their resident shopping-enthusiast and Gojo-sensei laughs, agreeing, so Yuuji pitches in with his own suggestions and Megumi just lets them make their plans that he will no doubt be dragged into one way or another. Even Sukuna was content again to just snack away and throw in sassy comments on the things they later on browse.
It wasn't a peaceful Sunday, because no day is peaceful for a jujutsu sorcerer, but it was still fun, a nice memory to look back on should things ever go to shit.
Hopefully, they'll have many more to come.
OWARI