A/N: Ok i said there's gonna be fluff next but yeah not too much fluff in this one. Also WARNING for implied child abuse. Not from Jin, never from Jin. He's a good Papa.

So Come On Darling, Breath A Sigh

"Papa?" was Yuuji's first words upon waking up. He didn't know where he was. Everything was all unfamiliar and strange. Panic was starting to bubble, his father said they'll be leaving that dark cold place. No more cold beds and the scary woman watching him, hurting him. Yuuji sniffed, eyes tearing up as he looked around the room for his father, "Papa?"

"Oh you're awake?" a voice suddenly said. Yuuji whipped his head towards the voices direction, immediately stilling when he saw the stranger.

"Who— wh-where's my Papa?" he asked, fist bunched up on the covers. The man didn't answer immediately. Yuuji's chest startedto heave, the room was becoming smaller. All he want was his father's embrace but he was nowhere to be seen. He didn't realized he was panicking till a hand made contact with his shoulder. He immediately jump a ragged breath escaping him.

"Hey, kid deep breath. Shi— okay hey stop crying brat."

"Papa! Papa! I want my Papa." he called out struggling against the strangers hold. Gojo held tightly, grunting as an elbow dug in to his guts. The kid was surprisingly strong despite being so small. Wait. Why was he taking in blows when he could've activated infinity. He must have been really out of it from last night's events. Once he activated it, the boys struggled ceased once he realized something was stopping him from making contact with the older teen. After a few more minutes in the strangers surprisingly firm yet comforting hold his breathing began to even out.

"Calmed down enough?"

"Where's my Papa?" the boy quietly whispered as he tried to rub away his tears.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Gojo asked.

"Papa said we'll be running away from that mean woman and then I— I don't remember. I want my Papa." His father, that's all the kid's been asking for since he woke up, Gojo realized. He must have suppressed all memories of the events from when they got away from whatever they were running away from. Should he tell him that his father is dead? That he's sitting in a room with the same person who obliterated every piece of his father's corpse? He might not have killed the guy but telling the kid 'oh hey your dad's dead and I'm the one who blasted it to nothingness leaving you with no body to bury and mourn but don't worry your father said it's okay and by the way I'm Gojo Satoru and you'll be in my care till I run out of interest' won't end well. He grimaced, Shoko and Yaga-sensei will probably try and hit him if they found out he said that outright to a confused and probably traumatized kid. They might even give him an hour long lecture again for having no tack. Sighing, he peered at the red rimmed eyes of the child sitting on his bed.

"He's away right now." he lied.

"He left me?" Yuuji's eyes began to water again and this time Gojo panicked. How many times can a child cry? He doesn't think he can handle that much crying in just a span of less than hour. He wasn't built to handle kids! Heck he's still a kid at heart himself according to his friends and a brat to his sensei despite being eighteen.

"No! I mean he's dea— wait, he's dealing with somethings right now. You managed to escape the ahh mean lady and he left you in my care temporarily."

"Tempolar lily?"

"Tem po ra ri ly. It means he'll be back so in the meantime you'll be stuck with me," Yuuji remained silent.

"Will you tie me up?" he suddenly asked.

"Would I what now?" Yuuji didn't say anything and Satoru didn't try to pry anymore from the kid if he wasn't willing to tell him. Instead he scratched his head and released another sigh.

"You hungry?" he asked instead and the boy nodded reluctantly.

"So what do you want to eat?" Yuuji didn't answer. Gojo shook his head before fishing out his phone to order something. Probably a good set of bacon and hashbrowns will do it for the kid, and oh waffles loaded in sweets for him. Good thing he knew a dinner that delivers breakfast items near his area. He may excel in a lot of great things but cooking isn't one of those.

Once he placed his order and put away his phone he took his chair from under his desk and drag it across the bed. He plopped down, elbow on his thigh, chin propped on one hand and stared at the kid. An awkward silence consumed the pair and Yuuji started fidgeting.

"So what's your name kid?" Satoru broached when Yuuji didn't answer, "Fine, I'll introduce my self first then, Gojo Satoru. Now you try introducing yourself."

"Yu—Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji. My papa likes to call me Yuu-chan."

"and how old are you?"

"Five."

"Any hobbies?"

"What's a hobbies?"

"Things you like to do, like play games or whatever a kid you're age do." Gojo waved his hand.

"I— I don't think I have any?" Yuuji answered head tilted sideways.

"I like seeing Papa. Does that count?"

"You don't see him often?" he sat straight.

"I only see him when I've been good. Papa always says I'm a good boy and his little angel but the mean lady says something," he hiccups, tears gathering at the edge of his eyes at whatever he's recalling, "somethings wrong with me that makes me bad and she— she hurts me every time to make me be good. But I— I'm not bad! Papa says so. I want my Papa!" he burst in to sobs, Gojo jumped out of his chair and hugged the boy, bringing him close to his chest. He felt guilty, rarely something he felt, for bringing it up. He was only five and yet he's been through more than any adult could have gone through in their lifetime. Yuuji held on to the older teen as he continued to pour out his tears. Gojo could feel his clothes getting soaked but at that moment he didn't care. Anger suddenly bubbled deep within the pits of his stomach when he caught look at the purplish bruises around Yuuji's wrist. He must have missed it last night when he was changing him from his wet clothes since he didn't bother turning on the lights. Was this why he asked if he was going to tie him? Did this woman tied him down, kept him away from his father so that she could hurt him, probably experimented on him too base on the sinister presence he felt from the kid. Was she the one responsible for that thing being inside of Yuuji? He held the weeping child even tighter at the thought.

It hadn't been twelve hours yet since he met Yuuji but he had grown attached to him so quickly, Gojo thought as he carded his hands through the boys soft pink hair. The child was laid across his lap having tired himself from his crying. Occasional soft whimpers racked his small frame but for the most part he has calmed down. The sudden silence was disturbed by the piercing sound of the doorbell being rang.

"Yuuji-kun," Gojo shook Yuuji. Yuuji mumbled something and buried himself deeper onto Gojo's stomach. The older teen chuckled, shaking him again once more. Light brown eyes stared up at him, a questioning look befalling on Yuuji's face.

"Breakfast is here, lemme me up for a bit?" Yuuji shook his head and clung on to Satoru. The doorbell rang again.

"Mah~ I'll be back in a bit. It won't take long." He tried prying the kid away from his person but Yuuji held on tightly. Giving up, Gojo hoisted the kid up his arm before standing up. Yuuji squealed in surprise wrapping his arm around Gojo's neck to keep himself from falling.

"Up we go~" he said as they made their way to the front door.

Having paid for the items, he moved themselves to his kitchen and sat Yuuji down the stool before retrieving some plates and placing their breakfast on it. Gojo pushed the ones with bacon and hashbrowns in front of Yuuji's before settling himself.

He was halfway from finishing his sugary treat he calls breakfast when he felt eyes on him. He glanced up and saw Yuuji staring at his plate.

"You want some?" for a second Yuuji looked confused before shyly nodding. Gojo reached out for Yuuji's plate which was already empty and placed half of his waffles on to the plate before pushing it back again to the child's direction.

Yuuji stared at the waffles covered in a heap of whip cream, chocolate syrup and various berries scattered on top. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Cautiously he took his fork and scooped out a chunk of it before placing it in his mouth. He chewed slowly, surprise at how sweet it was. His eyes sparked at the flavors bursting in his mouth. He grabbed another fork full and began devouring the waffles. From the other side of the table, Gojo watched in amusement.

"Neh~ slowdown Yuuji-kun you're gonna end up choking. You're scarfing it down like it's your first time tast...ing it," he trailed off.

"Have you never had waffles before?" Yuiji swallowed before replying.

"Never. This is the first time I ate something sweet, I think? Papa always told me stories about candies, and cakes and everything sweet but I've never tried them." he said before he went back to finishing his plate. Gojo sat there stunned. Never? Well that is an affront he was not willing to take. He vowed he'll take the kid out to every cafe there is and order everything sweet. He'll give him all the chocolates and candies and cakes available. Maybe they could start this afternoon. They'll have to go out and pick some clothes first though, Gojo thought eyeing the one Yuuji is wearing. He can't live off of Satoru's old clothes. And maybe a bath first, shopping second then food he added as stray whip cream fell from the boys cheek to his baggy clothes.

to be continued~