Hello, this is Hopeless Blue Kiss with my first ever Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic. I'm nervous and excited. I have been jumping into a lot of new fandoms this year. I love the anime and appreciate the manga. I don't own any of the lovely fiction, but I do own this story. This is a slow-burn with a six year gap between Yuji and Satorou. I hope you enjoy and review.
Home Sweet Home
A sweet, little face pressed once more against the cold, unforgiving hardness of the metal bars, nearly knocking his forehead against the unforgiving structure of the metal gate in his eagerness. Petal soft lips parted eagerly like a baby bird to be fed another morsel with a dainty bite, while small hands wrapped around the metal bars. A soft hum of pleasure unfurled from adolescent lips by the male Omega child with startling blue eyes that shimmered like a reflective pool behind snowy, lush, white lashes and equally soft, white hair.
It was hot enough to justify the light gray yukata that the elementary kid was wearing as he leaned in eagerly for another bite. His face twisted up in simple pleasure as he happily munched on the taiyuki fish-shaped pastry with the red bean jelly. A napkin was handed wordlessly given to the child when the pastry was pulled away, even as a soft, pink tongue ventured to lick at the anko bean that had trickled down a pale, little chin.
"Thank you," the child said in a soft voice. Then he majestically nodded to the jiggly cheesecake, wanting to taste it again as he pointed a dainty finger to it. "That one next," he ordered. Then scraped the rest of the jelly from his chin and sucked it eagerly into his eager mouth.
The Alpha delivery boy that had been patiently feeding the young child let out a deep exhale through his nostrils as he leaned back in his crouched position to pick up the carefully wrapped box of pastry delicacies that sat on the grass. He had seen and tried his hand at making the delicate treats that his Grandfather Wasuke could conjure up like magic in his baker's kitchen. But the preteen with the cotton-candy colored hair could not quite get the right consistency in his souffles or the right kind of bounce in his cheesecakes.
He was a twelve-year-old orphan, that was raised by his grandfather for as long as he could remember. He made his pocket money doing chores around their little café and delivery like this one he was at now. Well not exactly like the one he was at now. He normally didn't sneak around to the side gate and discreetly hide between a large bush to feed a child old enough to be in elementary school. The preteen pouted, knowing the vague instructions and the generous tip had been too good to be true as he carefully unwrapped the jiggly Japanese cheesecake to spoon feed the child.
He could feel the soft vibrations of his cell phone alerting him of his Grandfather probably calling him to see if he was okay and didn't ride off in a ditch somewhere on his bike. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and softly cursed to himself, truly conflicted. He knew he should be leaving because he normally dropped off the café packages and left. Not personally feed their wares to the customer. But the way those soul-crushingly beautiful blue eyes looked at him beseechingly the first time, had him lingering long enough for the child that appeared to be at least six or seven, to take a few more bites. His face flushed beautifully in his pleasure at the decadent flavors.
"Hey… are your…. Are your parents treating you well? Have you been hurt? Are you trapped against your will?" The words felt sticky and thick like molasses as it dribbled down his tongue in a world salad of sorts. The preteen was reluctant to leave the young Omega child alone if he was in some sort of danger. He carefully eyed the fence's pointy top, calculating, whether he could leap over and back again with a child in tow to safety.
"The Gojo family values me too much to have anything bad happen to me," the child said matter-of-factly. He crossed his thin arms, a pout forming on his plush lips as he huffed in disappointment at being denied more sweets.
"Is that so? Then why am I feeding you between a fence?" The Alpha asked standing to his full height and carefully putting the cheesecake back into its package and the delivery bag he had brought. "Don't you think it's kind of weird to have a practical stranger feed you?" he asked. He was truly skeptical of whether the child could possibly fathom the danger of someone bigger and not as kind-hearted as him had been the one to deliver the goods.
"I'm tipping you nicely and it's the only way I can get my sweets. It helps me concentrate in my training if I have sugar. Don't ask me how that works," he huffed crossly. He hadn't needed the criticism to go with his sugar rush, but he didn't feel any genuine malice coming from the preteen. Just honest confusion and worry for his safety. 'If only he knew I could break him down on a molecular level and easily beat him in a fight…' the child thought smugly to himself. He didn't like to be look down on and especially not by a stranger that didn't bare any curse energy/potential.
"Can't you sneak some of the food in your yukata?" the pinkette gently prodded. He offered mim tilting the box of confectionary sweets to the side in hopes of showing he could try feeding the sweets through the bars. "It might be a little squished that way, but I'm sure it'll fit," he reassured, with a gentle smile.
"The servants clean my room every day. I can't have anything that isn't on my dietary plan and most sweets will melt or crumble if I keep them on my person all day and night," the silver-haired child scolded Yuji gently. The pout deepened as if reluctant to say goodbye to his sweets. But he should at least appreciate that the older kid was willing to feed him enough that he knew he wanted to sneak out for more someday soon.
"Well. I'm sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused. If you have a Cash App or something I will send your tip back since I didn't perform the services fully. I'll even pay for half of the goods since you weren't able to finish hem all," the preteen eagerly offered, producing his cell phone. He quickly ignored the message of worry flashing on his screen from his Grandfather to activate the Cash App feature on his phone. "Show me your QRcode and I'll—" he began in earnest.
The child let out a heartfelt sigh and shook his snowy head. His pale skin seemed to glow a little as dusk approached and bathed them and soft peaches and amber. "No, you did more than enough for me. You keep the money and the rest of the pastries. I should be going now anyway. It's getting cold," the child insisted.
"Here. My Grandfather Wasuke would smack me on the back of the head if I didn't at least offer you my hoodie to wear since it's gotten chilly. This you can at least hide somewhere or throw away. I started to outgrow it a little," the older boy said, as he showed the noticeable two or more inches of exposed wrist from how small the hoodie had gotten. "I hope my smell doesn't repulse you. I'm Yuji Itadori by the way," he said amiably, offering a sweet, sincere smile.
"I go by Satoru Gojo, but you could call me Satoru," Gojo offered softly. A light blush dancing across his small, pale face as their fingers brushed in the exchange of the hoodie between the bars. He brought the Alpha's collar to his nose, where the smell was strongest and smelled the sharp, spicey, yet comforting smell of Chai, Ginger, and just a hint of Cinnamon. He hid his smile in the collar before quickly shrugging on the hoodie jacket that swam on his smaller frame. The sleeves hanging pass his hands as he waved at Yuji. "Thank you Yuji-kun," he exclaimed warmly.
He was sure the pinkette didn't realize how important the exchanging of clothing between an Alpha and Omega was. Especially when Gojo had not received a single stitch of clothing from his family or servants that wasn't scent neutralized in order not to disturb his delicate senses. It had driven his Omega made, but he had stubbornly not demanded matters to be corrected, seeing it as a weakness. He was already so young and felt the weight of the whole Jujutsu world on his young shoulders and fact that a non-sorcerer treated him more as a human than a pawn to be used, was not lost on him.
"O… okay Satoru-kun. Now run along. I'll weight here until you're safely inside and then I'll be on my way," Yuji gently ordered. He had meant every statement when it looked as if Gojo was ready to protest, he closed his mouth, with a small smile and nod given after Yuji shook his head no. The child seemed more at home in Yuji's hoodie jacket of navy blue, than in the summer yukata as the child stopped midway through the expansive grounds to bury his face against one of the sleeves, before looking shyly back.
Yuji waved the child along and gave the child a final wave that was eagerly returned before the pale creature disappeared behind rice paper sliding doors. He let out a sigh, then groaned to himself as he looked at his cell phone vibrating again. He knew he was in a world of trouble as he picked up his bike off the ground and rolled it far enough away from the main gate, so no one could see before hopping on and pedaling away. He highly doubted this would be the last time he saw the mysterious Satorou Gojo.