Gojo Satoru adjusted his sunglasses as he unlocked the door to his small apartment. The place wasn't much—just a modest two-bedroom setup—but it was home for now. Suguru had helped him arrange it after everything fell apart, and while Gojo appreciated the gesture, taking care of Megumi was still something he was figuring out.
"Megumi!" Gojo called, setting a bag of groceries on the counter. "I got your favorite—soba noodles and those weird fish crackers you like."
Megumi appeared from his room, his expression unreadable as always. "Thanks," he muttered, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hold on," Gojo said, grabbing the back of Megumi's shirt. "Did you finish your homework?"
"Yeah."
Gojo narrowed his eyes. "Really? Let me see."
With a resigned sigh, Megumi trudged back to his room and returned with his notebook. Gojo flipped through it, lips pursed. "Alright... looks good."
"Told you."
"Hey, no attitude," Gojo teased. "Now wash your hands—dinner's almost ready."
Later that evening, Gojo tried his best to cook, balancing a spatula in one hand and his phone in the other as he followed an online recipe. Megumi stood nearby, clearly skeptical.
"You sure you're not going to burn the place down?"
"Nah uh," Gojo scoffed. "I've survived way worse than a kitchen fire."
Despite Megumi's doubts, dinner turned out surprisingly edible. They ate quietly at the small table, Gojo rambling about random things—funny students at Jujutsu High, bizarre curse encounters, and pointless stories Megumi never asked for but secretly liked hearing.
"Hey," Gojo said after they'd finished eating. "I know things have been tough lately, but... I'm trying, alright?"
Megumi glanced up from his plate. "I know."
"Good." Gojo smiled, relieved. "Now go brush your teeth and get ready for bed."
"You're not my dad."
"Yeah, but I'm the one feeding you, so... close enough."
Later that night, Gojo sat on the couch, his phone in hand, scrolling absentmindedly. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. He glanced toward Megumi's room and smiled faintly.
"You're gonna be okay," Gojo muttered to himself. "I've got this."
The next morning, Gojo decided Megumi needed some new clothes. "Alright, kid. We're going shopping," he announced.
"Why?"
"Because you can't keep wearing those same two jackets everywhere," Gojo replied. "C'mon, it'll be fun."
At Tokyo Mall, Gojo quickly regretted the idea. The moment they stepped into the clothing section, a group of saleswomen swarmed him, fawning over his hair and height.
"Wow, are you a model?" one giggled.
"Maybe a sports star?" another added.
Gojo basked in the attention for a moment before Megumi grabbed his sleeve. "Stop wasting time."
Grinning, Gojo let himself be dragged to the discount rack. "Alright, alright."
He handed Megumi a couple of T-shirts and a pair of sneakers. "Go try these on." While Megumi disappeared into the fitting room, Gojo noticed a familiar figure—Akimichi Hatsusakura—meeting with a man in a suit at a café across the mall. Curious, Gojo summoned a tiny floating cursed spirit and had it follow her.
Later, while they sat at a fast-food table eating fries, Gojo reviewed the footage. The video showed Akimichi and the man toasting, confirming they were plotting to fake Kuroba Yuto's death for an insurance payout.
"Looks like she's up to no good," Gojo muttered.
Megumi raised an eyebrow. "So… what now?"
"Now?" Gojo grinned. "We crash the party."
Gojo tipped off Suguru, and the police cornered Akimichi and her accomplice at a hotel later that evening. As they were taken away, Suguru clapped Gojo on the shoulder. "Nice work. That cursed spirit trick was smart."
"I know," Gojo grinned. "I'm a genius."
"Sure you are," Suguru said dryly. "Thanks for helping with this."
"Anytime," Gojo said. "But now I'm getting out of this city before you rope me into more work."
Later that night, Gojo and Megumi packed their bags. As they stood in the doorway of their now-empty apartment, Gojo glanced around one last time.
"Guess this is it," Gojo said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," Megumi muttered, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.
"Hope the next place has a better kitchen," Gojo quipped.
"Or maybe you should just learn to cook," Megumi shot back.
Gojo grinned. "Where's the fun in that?"
They walked out into the cool night air, the faint glow of the city lighting their path. Gojo glanced down at Megumi, ruffling his hair one last time before they disappeared into the streets.
"You're a pain sometimes," Gojo muttered fondly.
"Yeah," Megumi replied with a small smile. "You too."