Gojo Satoru is having a sh*tty day, how can he not? His best friend, his one and only, defected and quite literally murdered an entire village within a single day. The jujutsu branded him a traitor, a special-grade curse user.
Now here he is, meeting the higher-ups of jujutsu, a very boring meeting discussing what to do. Damn, he is so tired, this past month hasn't been kind to him, in honesty.
Every day he is reminded of Riko and Haibara’s deaths, every day he is reminded of how he failed to protect both of them, every day he is reminded that he failed to keep Suguru from leaving.
He failed. He is supposed to be the strongest, he is the strongest. As the strongest, he can’t fail, yet he fails.
Every day he is reminded of that day when Suguru leaves.
Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru or does being the strongest make you Gojo Satoru?
There are times when Satoru thinks to himself, where did it all go wrong? And he will get his answer. Of course, that mission, the star plasma mission, changed them all, it changed Satoru, but it changed Suguru the most. Nothing has been the same since that damn mission.
If he is the strongest, why can’t he convince Suguru to stay? What good is being the strongest when I can’t even stop him from leaving?
Why? Why did you leave Suguru? Why? Why? Why?
Satoru was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the jujutsu elders keep yapping and yapping.
God, when will they f*cking shut their mouth? Maybe he should shut them up himself, preferably permanently…
“From now on, Geto Suguru shall be declared a criminal, he will be executed on sight!”
With that, Satoru can only feel bitterness rise in his heart. Satoru clenches his fist, he can’t convince Suguru, he can only stop him from committing genocide.
Is that what being the strongest means? Not being able to protect someone but being able to kill, to destroy easily?
As the meeting with the higher-ups finished, Satoru could only think to himself.
Well, at least I didn’t threaten them that much today.
It’s a good thing that the meeting finished earlier, any longer Satoru will hollow purple those bastards.
Honestly, with how much Satoru threatens them, he might as well change his title from the strongest to the person who always threatens the higher-ups. He can tell that Yaga sensei is going to have a severe aneurysm with how Satoru acts around the elders.
Satoru walks through the halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High. His mind is full of thoughts, especially of that day, of that mission. He misses the simpler days, where everything is easier. He misses those days before the star plasma mission.
As Satoru reminds himself of the mission, he abruptly stops in his tracks as his mind is filled with the sorcerer killer's last words.
My child will be sold to the Zenin Family. Do as you please.
f*ck, Fushiguro Toji's last words will always haunt him. Because a kid, a kid will be sold to one of the worst clans in jujutsu. A kid who probably hasn’t been introduced to the world of curse and sorcerer.
Satoru may be arrogant and childlike. He may be cruel from time to time, but he isn’t that cruel to let a child be forced into this twisted world of curses through the Zenin Clan.
With that, Satoru lets out a tired sigh, it looks like he has a kid to find. Or he can let Ijichi find the kid for him. Hm~
Well first, he needs sweets…
With that, Satoru finds himself following a kid with spiky black hair. He watches from a small distance as the kid walks through the neighborhood.
Fushiguro Megumi
Satoru reminds himself of the kid's name, he does look a bit like Toji, although the spiky hair kinda offsets it a little. With that, Satoru calls out to the kid.
“You are Fushiguro Megumi-kun right?”
With that question being thrown, Megumi turns around with a scowl on his face.
“Who are you? And what’s with the weird face?” hearing that, Satoru’s grin falters.
“Never mind, you look like your father,” Satoru mumbled under his breath, seeing the scowl on the kid’s face.
“Huh?”
“Nothing, so about your father. He is someone from the jujutsu world, the Zenin clan. A clan full of scumbags and trash that they make even me sick. Your father left and had you, you can see those things right? Things that no other can see,”
“And about your father, I-”
“I don’t care,” Megumi cuts Satoru off as he stares at him blankly.
“Eh?” Satoru can only stare at Megumi
“I barely remember him, I don’t care what happened to him. I need to go," Megumi turned around and was about to leave.
“Megumi-kun, who is this?” A voice called out making both Satoru and Megumi turn toward the owner of the voice.
“Tsumiki-nee, what are you doing here?” Megumi asked, confused.
Meanwhile, Satoru stares at the girl who just appeared.
Ah, this must be Fushiguro Tsumiki.
“I was worried because you weren’t home yet. So who is this?” Before Megumi could answer, Satoru had already spoken.
“Ah, I am Fushiguro-kun's friend!” Satoru spoke with a grin as he looked toward the Fushiguro sibling under his glasses
“We are not friends!” Megumi snapped, meanwhile Tsumiki looked confused.
“Really?”
At that, Satoru merely laughed and answered.
“Sorry, there is something I need to discuss with both of you,” Tsumiki smiled politely.
“Well, how about we discuss inside? I’ll prepare tea for you,” at that Megumi looked towards Tsumiki in disbelief.
“Tsumiki-nee, don’t invite strangers!”
“Well, well that’s nice of you,” Satoru said mischievously.
And so, Satoru followed the Fushiguro siblings home. He explained everything about jujutsu, about the world of curse and spirit. He explained about the clan, about Megumi’s power.
“So what will you do now?” Megumi stared at Satoru, a scowl still present on his face.
“Will Tsumiki be happy if I go with the Zenins?”
“No,” Satoru cuts Megumi off sharply. He knows that the clan only cares about Megumi, they won’t care about Tsumiki who can’t see cursed spirit or utilize cursed energy. Most of the clans are like that.
“I’m gonna be honest with you kid, the Zenin only cares about power. At best they will separate you both, at worst they will kill your sister,”
Hearing that, Megumi clenches his fist in anger. There is no way he will let that happen, screw the Zenin. There is no way he will let the Zenin separate both of them.
“So then what should I do? You told me my deadbeat father sold me to them,” Satoru grins.
“That may be true, but if you both agree to be my ward they won’t be able to touch you. After all, no matter how crazy they are, they wouldn’t dare go against me. After all, I’m the strongest,”
Saying those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. Something deep inside him feels like being stabbed.
Since when did ‘we’ become ‘I’?
“I need to discuss this with my sister,” Megumi stood up and went to find Tsumiki in the kitchen.
Satoru leaned against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Here they are, two innocent kids and about to be dragged into the world of sorcerers. Just by seeing Megumi, Satoru could tell that Megumi cared for Tsumiki deeply.
Satoru has no plan to let the Zenin separate them both, he has no plan on letting the Zenin put their grubby hands on Megumi. He would sooner die than let both children suffer.
Satoru widens his eyes as he sits up abruptly. Thousand thoughts ran through his head.
Since when did you become like this, this protective?
Satoru groans and drinks the tea that Tsumiki brewed. Just days ago you were going to hunt down your ex-best friend and make him talk. Now you are going to be protective of two children you just met. Something must be wrong with you Gojo Satoru.
Satoru's thoughts abruptly stop at the sight of Megumi and Tsumiki standing near the sofa. He stares at the children and raises his eyebrow.
“So? What’s your answer?”
“I refuse to go with the Zenin Clan,” Megumi answers, making Satoru grin.
“Good choice,”
Satoru may not be able to protect Riko, he may not be able to protect Haibara, he may not be able to stop his best friend from leaving, but damn Satoru won’t fail the Fushiguro sibling. Gojo Satoru will be the strongest, for both of them.
