The restaurant is slightly upscale, like mid-range salary men upscale. The lights are harsh, the ambiance is off, and the menu is mediocre at best. This place is clearly for those that want to feel like they belong, but are still too poor to afford the five-star restaurant down the block.

And this is where Kagome's date brought her to? That curve hugging baby blue dress is being wasted on some non-factor, powerless, can't tell a joke for shit, boy.

He refuses to believe that this…guy is a man. A snail would have been a better alternative.

"You realize this classifies you as a stalker, right?" Megumi states, poking at his food with his chopsticks. Tsumiki frowns, shakes her head, and resumes eating. Her pink knitted top contrasts with Megumi's oversized black top.

"Gojo-san isn't a stalker," Tsumiki admonishes, lightly slapping Megumi's arm. She sets her chopsticks down and brushes her brown hair back, tucking it behind her ears. "It's just a coincidence that Higurashi-sensei is here."

"There's nothing coincidental about this." Megumi takes a bite of his food and grimaces.

Yeah, as much as Megumi likes to pretend otherwise, his food pallet has increased thanks to him. Megumi should show him some more gratitude.

"Ya know Gumi-chan, you're being a real grump tonight." Satoru clucks his tongue as he lifts his glass, pretending to take a sip. Instead, he glowers at the couple sitting two tables down.

Who the hell is that guy? He's plain. Has no fashion sense, even Ijichi dresses better. His brown hair may as well be the same color as shit. And his laugh is like the sound of a curse being exorcised.

Kagome turned him down to go out with this guy? She must be a sadist. Edging him in public, turning him down, and now flaunting this…this thing in front of him.

"It's creepy, is what it is. Walking Higurashi-sensei home and now crashing her date."

"Keep it up and you can pay for your own dinner."

"Okay? It's not like I don't have it." Megumi rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Do you like Higurashi-sensei?" Tsumiki asks. She doesn't blink. Just stares at him with a placating smile on her face as though he will jump out of his skin.

"No," he says with a small laugh, but the laugh is forced. Nearly gets stuck in his throat. "No. I don't like Kagome like that." He sets his glass down and leans forward. "She's going to be teaching with me at Jujutsu High, but you gotta keep it under wraps. I don't think she's told the school yet."

"Ooh," Tsumiki exclaims. "Well, that will be fun. So, you'll have Higurashi-sensei as your teacher next year too," she says to Megumi, who squeezes his eyes shut and mutters under his breath.

He should have just brought Tsumiki out to eat because Megumi has been the opposite of helpful. And after all that he has some for Megumi, this is how he repays his kindness?

The audacity.

"Just because she's going to be a teacher there doesn't mean you should stalk her here."

"Stalk is such a strong word." Satoru leans back in his chair and pushes his plate to the side. Yeah, there is no way he is finishing his meal. It's far too bland. "I asked if you two wanted to go out and get dinner tonight, you said yes —"

"I said no."

"You said yes," Satoru continues, "so I suggested a new spot to try out. How was I to know the food sucks?"

"I said no," Megumi repeats. "Tsumiki said yes, and you decided that we just had to go to this restaurant that Higurashi-sensei just so happens to be at." Megumi leans forward, his voice low, "I bet you tracked her energy."

Satoru pushes his shades up and crosses his arms. "So, you do pay attention. Tell me, how I could have tracked Kagome's energy from across town?"

"This is pretty far from the apartment," Tsumiki agrees. "It really is just a coincidence, Megumi." Tsumiki looks behind her. "Higurashi-sensei looks like she's having a great time."

"Her smile is fake," Satoru points out. "She keeps looking at her watch."

"…oh?" Tsumiki glances at Megumi, who throws his hands up.

"And her body language is off. Look at how her feet a pointed to the door. She wants someone to rescue her."

"That is not what that means." Megumi lies his head on the table and closes his eyes. Tsumiki pokes him.

Satoru snaps his fingers in front of Megumi's face. "Pay attention. You need this in the field. You might come across someone that needs your help, but they may not have the words to vocalize it." He points at Kagome, who still won't look back at him. "Look at how she shrinks away from him like he washed his hair in manure."

"I don't think…" Tsumiki trails off. "She does keep looking at her watch. She might need to get home soon since it's a school night."

"Right and when someone is giving off cues that they need help, we should always step in." Satoru waves the waiter down and hands her some yen for the bill.

"Thought I was paying for myself," Megumi deadpans.

"Alright, we need to do formation A."

"The hell is formation A?" Megumi sighs and lifts his head from the table.

"Language," Tsumiki warns. "Formation A is we walk by, but trip and knock the drinks over. Are we knocking the drinks on Higurashi-sensei?"

"WHAT?" Megumi drags his hands down his face. "That is the dumbest—"

"Nah, we gotta knock it on the date. Give him a reason to cut the date short and go home. We don't want Kagome to walk out in a wet dress."

For obvious reasons.

"I can't do it," Satoru continues, "no one would believe it. Megumi?"

"No."

"Megumi," Tsumiki says with a sigh, "didn't you hear what Gojo-san said? You're always going on about saving people, but you don't want to help Higurashi-sensei? Look at her! She's about to bolt out of that seat. We have to help her. What if he's some creep?"

Satoru bites the inside of his cheeks. At least someone has his back.

"The only creep here is him." Megumi points a finger at Satoru.

They stare at one another for a beat. Megumi groans and stands right as the waiter returns with Satoru's change. "For the record, I still think this is stupid."

Tsumiki gives him a thumbs up and sucks in a breath as she waits for her cue. Formation A is a go.

Satoru unbuttons the top button of his white shirt and grabs his jacket. There's a crash as Megumi trips and knocks the drinks over. The man yelps.

Fucking yelps. Satoru rolls his eyes. His first assessment was correct. That is no man, but a boy pretending to be worthy of Kagome.

"Oh! Megumi!" Tsumiki wails, "Are you okay?" Tsumiki rushes to Megumi's side and helps him up.

"My suit is ruined!"

"It's just a little water," Kagome says.

"You need to pay for this!"

And that's his cue. Satoru saunters over and places a hand on the back of Kagome's chair. He sniffs. What is that vanilla and cinnamon? She smells good enough to eat. "I hope there's no problem over here." He grins, showing off his teeth. "Megumi-kun is a bit of klutz, but he didn't mean to ruin your suit. Right Megumi?"

Megumi sucks in a breath. "No, it was truly an accident. I'm sorry Higurashi-sensei for ruining your night."

Kagome tilts her head to the side, baring her neck to him. Satoru blinks. Since when is he a neck guy?

"It's really not that big of a deal. It is just a glass of water, after all. Right, Mori-san?"

"Of course not. It's fine." The man smiles, but it's tight. Forced. And Satoru wonders how far until the man breaks.

"That's wonderful, but to make it up to ya. Here, you can take your suit to the dry cleaners. I recommend the one two blocks over, by the—"

"I know which one you are referring to." The man waves the yen away and stands. "I think it's time we get out of here, Higurashi-san. Lest there be any other accidents."

"Oh? Okay." Kagome reaches for her purse and tries to scoot back, but Satoru keeps a firm hand on her chair. Why is this guy still trying to leave with Kagome? Can't he take a hint? "Satoru, I'm trying to get out of my seat."

"Satoru?"

His smile widens. "Of course, Kagome-chan. Here, let me pull your seat out for you." He makes a big show out of helping her out of her seat. Megumi rolls his eyes while Tsumiki continues to fawn over Megumi as though he truly is a klutz. When this is all over, he should give Tsumiki some extra money. Maybe she and some of her friends would like a trip out of the country.

Megumi, on the other hand… he should make him run two hundred laps around the school.

"Wait, Higurashi-san, you know these people? This man?" The guy wets his lips. His brows furrow together.

Satoru takes his jacket and drapes it over Kagome's shoulder. It's getting cold out and it doesn't look like she thought to bring something warm to wear. Is she allergic to pants? Maybe he should have her uniform outfitted to be the baggiest pants imaginable.

"Oh, well Megumi-kun and Tsumiki-chan both attend the school I work at. Satoru, here, is their guardian." Kagome shrugs off his jacket and hands it back to him. She ushers for them to leave the restaurant. The guy keeps glancing back over his shoulder as if he expects for Satoru to take off with Kagome.

He considered it.

"Well, it was good meeting you all," the guy says with the fakest smile on his face. "Higurashi-san, are you ready? I can take the train with you and then catch the next one to my place."

"Train? In those heels?" Satoru scoffs. "Kagome, I don't have a problem driving you back to your spot. The kiddos and I decided it was better to drive with how far out this is." He drapes the jacket over her shoulders once more and inwardly preens when she grips it tighter to her body.

Good, now she will smell like him.

Shit-hair glares at him and then snatches the jacket off Kagome, and tosses it back at Satoru. "We do not need your help. Higurashi-san and I are on a date. As fun as this meeting has been, I think you have overstayed your welcome."

Satoru catches his jacket before it hits infinity and looks up at the sky. Harming a civilian would be heavily frowned upon.

"What he just did was rude," Tsumiki says behind him. Megumi grunts in response.

"Okay," Kagome interjects, holding her hands out. "Mori-san, it's been fun. But I am going to end our date here. Looks like tensions are a bit high right now and everyone needs to calm down."

"I'm calm."

"Satoru, you are not calm." Kagome rubs her forehead. Her tits look fucking amazing. How could she waste a dress like that on a man who looks like he's been inbred? "At any rate, I will be taking off. Mori-san, there is no need for you to ride the train to my apartment and then catch another one. Satoru, I am not riding with you. Megumi-kun and Tsumiki-chan, I will see you tomorrow morning." Kagome smiles at whatever his name is and doesn't even give Satoru a hug goodbye. Instead, she squeezes his arm and gives him a bit of a shock.

He shivers.

"No hug?" he sticks his bottom lip out, turns his back to… that guy and holds out his arms.

"...We don't hug?" Her tongue darts out, wetting her full lips, and he can't get the image of her wrapping those lips around her chopsticks out of his head.

"You're disgusting."

He ignores Megumi and lets out a long sigh, as though his feelings are so hurt. Kagome shakes her head and walks away. Her laughter floats past him.

Wait.

Where is she going?

"Higurashi-san!" The man tries to brush past Satoru but falls right on his ass. He rubs his nose, dusts his wet pants, and tries again, only to fall back down. Kagome continues to walk until Satoru can't make out the sway of her ass in the crowd.

A damn shame. He would have taken her somewhere better. Maybe somewhere with a beach so she could wear a bikini.

"What the hell is going on?" the guy mutters, standing once more, only to fall back down.

"Jeez, Megumi-kun, did ya spill some of your clumsiness on him when you spilled the water?" Satoru tsks. "C'mon on you two, it is a school night, after all." He puts his arms around their shoulders and leads them towards the car. If he had known Kagome was going to turn him down, he would have just taken the train.

"I can't believe how he kept falling down," Tsumiki remarks. "You were right, Gojo-san. That man was not the right guy for Kagome. He was so rude and then he was tripping over himself as if he had too much to drink."

"That was Gojo's doing."

"Megumi, you shouldn't tell lies. It's not right. I raised you better than that." Satoru unlocks the car and gets the door for Tsumiki.

"You literally expanded your infinity so he couldn't go after Higurashi-sensei, who was his date, by the way, not yours."

"Megumi, do you like flying?"

"What?"

"Flying? It's such a fun experience. Do you want to fly?"

"I like flying," Tsumiki chirps.

"Oh, I'll get you plane tickets. Megumi gets to fly without an airplane. More durable and all."

"… Are you threatening me?" Megumi glowers from the backseat.

"Depends. Are you going to nitpick every interaction I have with my future co-worker?" He taps his fingers on the wheel.

"At least do it at sunrise, so I can get a better view of the sky."

Satoru's mouth drops open. So that's how it is. No loyalty. He's definitely sending Megumi on a first-class ride to the clouds.

Cheeky brat.

A/N: Happy Birthday Satoru! I was determined to get this out by his birthday lol. Let me know how we feel about potentially opening this up to be a Gojo x Kagome x Geto fic. Kinda thinking energy massage goes brr! Will try to get Accidently Dating updated this weekend. Stay safe. Take care of yourself. And make sure to refill your well! Thanks again for all your support.