YŪJI

BUZZ BUZZ

Yūji stops her humming and looks up at the time. She turns off the stove and wipes her hands off with a towel.

"It must be Megumi-kun's and Nobara-chan's father." Yūji walks out of the kitchen and into the entryway.

BUZZ BUZZ

She looks through the door peephole. She blinks in shock at the man standing outside. He was tall, incredibly so, had shocking white hair, pale skin, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He wore an incredibly expensive, all black suit and why appears to be an incredibly expensive watch on his left wrist.

Yūji cautiously opens the door after unlocking it and puts a smile on her face. "Hello! Is there something you need?"

"Ah, Itadori-san? I'm the father of the kids you found!" The man exclaims brightly. Yūji stares at him for a couple of moments before slowly nodding her head.

"Of course..." Her smile tightens a bit and she opens the door wider. "Come in! Come in! I just made lunch."

"Megumi-kun! Nobara-chan! Your... father is here for you?" Yūji calls out more confused than she would have liked. She closes the door once the white haired man walks in and instinctively locks it.

"Daddy!" Nobara shouts before the man makes a small grunt from the sudden force of the girl running into him.

"Oh, my feisty little girl! You had me so worried!" The man picks up the girl with ease and kisses her cheeks. Nobara giggles and wraps her arms around the man's neck.

Yūji smiles softly, her shoulders relaxing immensely. He was their father after all...

"Junpei, can you set the table?" Yūji calls out as she follows after the man when he walks further into the apartment.

"Thank you, Itadori-san. When I was told my youngest children were kidnapped... I feared the worst," The man says turning around. Yūji straightens her back as she feels his gaze on her. She smiles brightly with a small blush and brushes the loose strands of her hair out of her face.

"Call me Yūji, sir. Itadori-san was my grandfather's name," The pink haired teenager says brightly. The man tilts his head with an easygoing grin and holds out one of his hands, his other hand easily holding up his daughter.

"Gojo Satoru. You said you made lunch, yeah? I'm famished!" Yūji giggles and shakes Satoru's hand.

"Of course! I can't leave any of my guests hungry!" Yūji walks past Satoru. "Follow me. The kitchen is this way."

"Otōsan," Megumi greets, racing into Satoru's legs once they all enter the kitchen. Satoru bends down and picks up his son with his other hand. Yūji silently marvels at how strong the man was despite not appearing to be. She smiles softly when Megumi hugs the white haired man's neck and presses his head against his neck. Satoru gently kisses the black haired boy's head.

Junpei stood awkwardly behind the dining table, fiddling with the ladle inside the pot. "Ah, Gojo-san, this is my second oldest little brother, Junpei. Junpei, this is Gojo Satoru, Megumi-kun's and Nobara-chan's father."

"...nice to meet you, sir," Junpei says quietly with a small bow. He turns to Yūji and gives her a small look, making her playfully roll her eyes.

"...I still have some homework to do. I'm still full from breakfast too..." Junpei silently leaves the kitchen. Yūji giggles and places a hand on her hip as she watches her younger brother leave.

"Junpei's a bit of a introvert, please don't mind him. He doesn't really warm up to people the first time he meets them," Yūji explains without the question being asked. She walks over to the dining table and picks up a bowl.

"If you have someplace to be, I can pack up some stew for you to take home! You seem like a busy man, Gojo-san."

"I am! But this smells delicious, and I want to know a bit more about you, Yūji-chan! Not everyone would bring two random children into their home, y'know!" Yūji doesn't mention the underlying threat from the statement, smiling as she starts to fill multiple bowls.

"I hope you like it!" Yūji glances at the six year olds and smiles. "Megumi-kun, Nobara-chan, could you both go wash up for me? I know Junpei let you hold his snakes."

"Okay, Yū-chan!" Nobara wiggles out of Satoru's hold, quickly making him set her and Megumi down before they could fall. They run out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Yūji watches after them with a smile before she goes back to pouring some stew into four bowls.

"You're children are such sweethearts. I'm sorry for being skeptical earlier. You don't exactly have... similar features," She says softly. Yūji watches from the corner of her eye as Satoru stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"Why did you take them in?" Satoru asks with a bright tone, hiding his suspicion.

Yūji glances up at him and gives him a small look. "I'm a big sister. I've been taking care of my younger brothers since I was 12. It sticks on you after a while."

When Satoru still looks at her expectantly, Yūji laughs quietly. She slowly stirs the stew, averting her gaze into it.

"...there was once this kid that ran into me years ago. I was nine at the time and he was seven. He had these cigarette burn scars on the right side of his forehead, over his eye too. He was heavily bleeding from other wounds and looked like he survived getting hit by a truck. Long story short, he had narrowly escaped a violent home invasion that had killed his mother and I brought him home and he become my younger brother. He left his old name behind and became Itadori Junpei," Yūji starts quietly.

"He ran into me at the park, during the day. I had noticed him talking to many adults there before we had met. They all ignored him. Some even shoved him away in their disgust. It may be naive of me, but I won't turn a blind eye to someone who needs help. I'll deal with the consequences when they come."

"Yū-chan, we washed our hands! Can we eat now?" Nobara asks as she runs back into the kitchen, dragging Megumi behind her. Yūji looks up and gives them a bright grin.

"Of course! Come sit! Gojo-san, please sit here." Yūji starts setting out the filled bowls around the table. Nobara and Megumi scramble to sit between Yūji's and Satoru's chair.

"Yes, yes!" Satoru exclaims while clapping his hands. He walks over and sits across from Yūji's seat.

"Thank you for the meal, Yūji-chan!" The white haired man exclaims cheerfully before digging in. Yūji ignores the slight rudeness of his actions and giggles.

"Thank you for the meal!" She begins eating too.

SUKUNA

It was all so annoying. The classwork, the teachers, the students, even the school itself. All of it was a bunch of bullshit. Sukuna never fucking understood how his Aneue could deal with all this shit. It was all. So. Boring. It was all so easy.

Sukuna can survive being bored. He'd make sure to stay at the top of the food chain in this hellhole called school, but the students. These people were getting on his fucking nerves and steadily climbing the ranks of his blacklist. Specifically a small group of them who have a death wish.

"Sukuna-sama~!" The whore named Mahito calls out with a sweet smile. Sukuna clenches his jaw when the whore slinks into his lap.

"I missed you at the party last night... Jogo said you would be there!" Mahito whines with a pout on her delicate features.

Sukuna glowers at her before shoving her off his lap. "My sister came home late."

Mahito pouts, rubbing her ass as she gets off the tile floor. She turns to Jogo and stomps her foot.

"Jogo, you had him promise, didn't you?" Mahito asks with with another pout. Jogo sighs heavily and nods his head, nervously glancing at the irritated Sukuna before averting his gaze.

"And I told you that if my sister didn't come home on time, I wouldn't go. My siblings are more important than some stupid fucking party," Sukuna growls, glaring at both Mahito and Jogo before he goes back to his lunch. Mahito scoffs with an eye roll.

"Can't you see what that sister of yours is doing? She's having you take care of the younger siblings while she does whatever the hell she likes. She isn't even giving you anything for it! Obviously no money, or clothes–or food!" Mahito rants in her jealousy. Sukuna growls loudly and quickly reaches out a tattooed hand. It grips around the silver haired teenager's throat, tightening around her windpipe.

"If you ever say anything bad about my sister again, I'll rip your fucking throat out and force it back down." Mahito pales at the promise, the stitch scars on her face becoming clearer. Sukuna leans forward as he tightens his grip, making Mahito try and gasp for air.

"Is. That. Clear?" Sukuna asks in a dangerously low voice. Mahito instinctively claws at the pink haired teenager's hand, opening and closing her mouth. She quickly nods her head and gasps for breath when Sukuna releases her throat. He stands up without another word and grabs his food tray, leaving behind Jogo gently rubbing Mahito's back while she breathes.

"I should just kill the whore. No one talks about Aneue like that." Sukuna scowls as he throws his tray against the trashcan.

"Sukuna-kun, th-that's..." The teacher watching over the cafeteria wilts back when the 15 year old aims his withering glare at him. He shoves past the terrified teacher and trudges out of the cafeteria. He's done with school for today. Fuck them all.

"Sukuna-sama." Sukuna turns his head at the respectful greeting. He sees a shorter person standing beside the closed cafeteria doors. They had chin length white hair with a strip of plum pink across the back of their head, dark pink eyes, and pale skin. Sukuna's scowl slowly disappears into an indifferent expression as his shoulders relax.

"Uraume. I didn't know you had come back from your trip," The pink haired teenager greets calmly. Uraume gives the taller teenager a deep bow and a calm smile.

"It ended early. Are you heading home now?" Uraume asks as they start walking towards the school exit.

Sukuna shakes his head, giving his most loyal subordinate a sinister grin. "We got some work to do. Aneue had taken in two strays, so Orizuki stayed home to help watch over them."

Uraume nods their head with a hum. They glance around with a calm smile on their face.

"That group was bothering you again. Should I have some of your men send a message?" They ask curiously. Sukuna chuckles darkly and shakes his head.

"Orizuki will deal with them when the time is right. With the whore and the volcano that man's little pet projects, we need to be careful." Sukuna pops his knuckles. "He was always the patient one."

"Aneue has been pushing herself again," Uraume comments, not bothered by the harsh glare Sukuna gives him.

"She's being stupid," Sukuna growls in frustration and guilt. He sighs heavily before pointing his head towards the direction of the city as they make a left into an abandoned street.

"Has the window been planted yet?"

"Yes. It should be open within the week. I've made a spreadsheet of the predicted revenue and the girls are excited to start working," Uraume answers calmly. Sukuna snorts and gives his second hand a small look.

"A spreadsheet? You're the only person I know that likes spreadsheets," The pink haired teenager states with a shake of his head. Uraume flushes a light pink and clears his throat.

"...it makes everything organized."

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Satoru is here! Woo!

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.

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