"My name is…" he stalls feeling, his mind completely disconnected from his mouth as he speaks, his thoughts racing as to why he can talk and understand Japanese so well, and that's not even speaking of the fact that he can read the bookshelves inside the cabinets.

"…Kenji," he gives them, trying to make his new name roll naturally off his tongue, luckily it's the same as his Western name with just a slight shift and completely different spelling.

Shoko gives him a dull smile, not unfriendly just the type of person who doesn't give two fucks beyond the drag of her cigarette, she waves him down onto the bed saying, "Lay back so I can get my ass back to my warm dark roo- I mean so I can continue to important research." She switches mid-sentence and Kenji watches in fascination as the albino behind her puffs up like a peacock in indignation before slumping and mumbling childishly about the unfairness of not being able to sleep in.

Ieiri herself is looking back in irritation, as the man-child acts like he doesn't skirt every responsibility he can manage.

Looking back at him, "Alright, keep your things from killing me while I do this," she says to him with a less aggressive look on her face than the one previously directed at Gojo, holy shit is it mind-boggling to be in the presence of the Gojo Satoru.

He lets out a slight laugh of surprise at the tickling sensation gliding across his soul.

He grins disarmingly as she looks up at him with a raised brow, "Sorry, surprised me. Not used to this." He says plucking at the blanket at his side to occupy himself from the strange sensation.

Though if he's to be frank, since he's woken up, every sensation has developed into something he's never experienced and is struggling to understand. He doesn't know what brought him into this world, nor does he understand why he was chosen, if there has been a choice in the first place. And he's not one to go all melancholy, but he isn't anything special, just a small-town nobody.

He pulls his mind back into the present as Shoko finishes up. "Well, I don't see anything, just a slight fever, most likely from your cursed energy. I.e. you exhausted yourself appearing where you did."

He wonders if the air quotes are supposed to be heard so loudly, but from what little he knows of her and all the others he shouldn't be surprised.

But as any good old fanfic reader would say, one can never be too careful about the changes your very presence can make.

He tilts his head in curiosity as he watches Shoko give Gojo a strange look that has the man sputtering behind her as she turns to him with a more genuine smile this time, her tone more human than medical, "Just drink some water and take it easy for the next day and I'm sure you'll be fine, your other shit however I'll leave for Satoru." After she says that she drags said man and shoves him towards the bed before strutting out.

He is slightly surprised at how much Gojo trusts her to not have his infinity active with her. He assumes the man just meticulously micromanaged his powers until he could subconsciously and passively negate hostile against friendly, or in this case one of the only things keeping him afloat after ass probably.

Though Kenji can admit he is purely speculating on his observations from the limited information he does know from the series and all research he did on the characters and Jujustu shit that piqued his interest. He is so grateful he didn't care about spoilers and knows what's going to happen further than he had watched, even if it's blotched.

"Great!" The sound of clapping near his ear makes him yelp and shift back his eyes snapping up, and up, cause he's so fucking tall, only to find limitless eyes starring into his

Their faces are barely inches apart, yet worlds away.

Satoru is arguably one of the most powerful people in fiction, he would argue Gojo's only setback is his overconfidence and lack of precaution, but then again when one can do what Gojo can it's easy to get lost in the might of being invincible.

Even feels invasive as his… 'lights' read the aura and presence that surrounds his person, all of it coming from Gojo. It's a perception of knowing his brain isn't used to sensing.

When he looks at Gojo, It's like the man is an abyss of starlight, he feels boundless and unchained in a way that is almost euphoric vicariously.

But it's the tiny glimpse of a plea that he notices if he could put it into words. It feels like Gojo's soul is saying.

'Can you see me? just me. That's enough right,'

Okay so he might be pushing it, but he's always been a hopeless romantic.

"Let's get the heavy conversation out of the way and then we can see about getting us some goodies, whatcha say lil' ol' sparkles!?"

There's a seriousness that belays his tone that causes him to feel guilty, here he is practically, and unconsciously reading the man's core personality and deepest desires and they just want to help him.

The insight feels way too personal and by the way, Gojo is looking at him he feels like the others can tell how much he can see.

He almost reflexively says sorry but then he'd have to explain it, and he's not even sure he knows how to explain it.

Besides, it's terrifying being at the end of such a gaze.

A good terrifying if he's to be honest.

Wait-

"Sparkles!?" He says shrilly, feeling a flush creep up as he looks up as Satoru gives him a shit-eating grin.

"Yup," he says poppin' the p, "it's the name I called you in my head while ya were…" Here he knocks his fist against his head and pretends to slump.

"S'not my fault!" He cries, burying his face in his hands feeling embarrassed at the reminder of being carried by Gojo and then having him call him by a nickname, and such a mortifying one at that.

"It's okay Sparks," he leans in making Kenji lean back on his palms, having sat up after Shoko left, "you've got me invested, so nothing to worry about," Gojo says nonchalantly leaning back and plopping down on the chair that he tugged to him, with his limitless.

'Is that a threat?' He mentally shrieks the invested sounds so ominous.


Yaga simply stares.

And then he drops, pinching his brow as he growls, "I've honestly never thought I'd say this, but I'm thinking of filing for early retirement." He

"Ah, come on yag'i-chan!" The bane of the Jujustu society coos at the stone-faced Principal who is surrounded by stuffies, with the unfinished under his desk.

Sitting silently while distracting themselves by looking around the area in intrigue is the co-reason of his migraine and wish for retirement. In a pair of one of Gojo's many pairs of clothes, these being simple athletic wear that could bypass sleepwear, dark navy sweats, and a plain gray shirt. He is mildly amused by the way the other had to roll the pant legs to keep them from dragging.

Gojo must have helped this Kenji reign in his ability as much as he could without proper training as Yaga can see the slight strain on the others' faces.

"I'm almost at my ends with your shit Satoru." He grumbles rubbing his forehead.

Giving the smallest one in the room a look before he addresses Gojo with, "What is exactly going on? You know the council is gonna get curious, with whatever this is." He states it as a leeway to address the elephant in the room, and he's not speaking about his stuffed elephant in the corner either.

Gojo hums cupping his chin dramatically and getting in a thinking pose, "Let's see…" he draws out the last word, "I was on a stroll after a very tiring mission," ransacking the newest sweets store most likely, "and after the successful mission, I happened upon a park."

Yaga is glad he has immunity to Gojo's hysterics, watching as Satoru hooks his arm over Kenji's chair and leans into the others' space, said space is flushing and subtly trying to lean away.

He doesn't know whether or not to despair at that observation for the brat doesn't know any chill when he loves, or to feel elated that Satoru seems to finally be moving past Geto.

"And then Sparkles here appeared in a kaleidoscope of colors," Gojo says, and Yaga can see that his student is already hooked. Not that Yaga is surprised, Gojo always goes at his own pace and social norms are just a suggestion to him.

Said fascination squirms under the intensity that is Gojo, his voice tilted with an accent "I don't know how I got here sir," the honesty in his voice is prevalent and the confusion of his situation is evident.

Still.

"Can you tell me what you do know?" Yagga asks no indication of anything in his tone, he knows Gojo would not have brought this here if he thought there would be a danger.

Kenji, who hasn't offered a surname shifts, speaking at Gojo who is uncharacteristically silent, though the man does give an encouraging nod, an air of mischief saturating the room from him, he looks back to Yaga saying, "Again, I'm not really sure what is going on, or how I even ended up here. One moment I was in my room, there was an overwhelming pressure in my head and then I woke up here." Here Kenji looks down at his hands and

"You just appeared out of nowhere?" He asks more for clarification than disbelief.

Gojo huffs, "I already told you this Yaga!! Can we just get to the part where you let me do what I want?" He feels his brow twitch at the excessive whining.

"No it's okay, I understand how confusing this sounds, and I'm living it."

"I don't know what I can offer for reassurance that I mean no harm to anyone, I just wish to figure out why," Kenji says the last part more to himself than to them as he slumps in his chair looking forlorn.

"It's not me you have to convince," thinking of the council and how they'll react to the unknown in front of him.

His eyes catch Gojo in the corner of his eye tapping away on his phone, most likely setting something up to solve the issue, or will try to at the least.

"Yeah, I figured," Kenji mutters, piquing his interest, because the other seems to know a lot more about their world than they pretend to know, but he doesn't sense any maliciousness or ill intent, and he trusts that Gojo wouldn't needlessly put the children in danger.

It's at this time that Gojo's phone chimes, causing them all to look over as the god-manchild springs up with a whoop of victory.

"Yes! I did it!" He sings, shimming, making them both look at each other in confusion.

"Did what?" Kenji and he both ask causing them both to look at each other to which Kenji offers an awkward smile

Here Gojo stops dancing and stands in a superhero pose, "you see, when I learned that our dear Kenji," said Kenji blushing at the endearment, "I had ijichi go and configure a false identity."

"So quick?" Kenji asks, to which Gojo simply pulls his glasses down and winks, causing an internal breakdown inside the other man's head.

Gojo simply preens under Kenji's attention making Yaga want to slam his head on the table, not wishing to witness his student seduce his crush. His tone is full of superiority as he says, "Well when you have enough money to buy a nation it's pretty easy to do anything, and that's not even touching my prowess." The man waggles his brows.

Kenji's little laugh of disbelief only seems to fuel the man's ego.

"How does this new identity help?" He asks, already regretting the question by the Cheshire grin that breaks across Gojo's face as he stalks up to Kenji looping his arm around the other's neck causing said man to squawk as he's manhandled.

"Well, Masamichi Yaga, meet my Sparkles, or should I say my new husband Gojo Kenji." He continues as if he didn't just drop that bombshell, "It's legal in America after all, and my husband happens to be that."

"What!" He and Kenji scream in unison, one in disbelief and the other on the verge of fainting.

A/n:

We have a Name!! Sorry it's so close to Kenjaku, I thought it fit.

There is more to the marriage thing than just for pining plot… it's a layer of protection against the council outright acting against Kenji. And my justification for Gojo doing this is he's impulsive, doesn't care for others opinions and is intrigued by the mystery.

Next chapter might be the start of the plot, I like the idea of the mc not having much time to adjust to his new environment.

And while he seems put together, he's more "faking it till he makes it"