The sun is barely shining through the curtains when Gojo wakes up, disoriented by just how well he slept. It's not like him to sleep for very long, and the amount of sleep he's received is suspicious even to his own limbs. There's a weightless that he can't recall ever having, at least not in his adult memory that grips him tight.
"Stop moving so much," Kagome's groggy voice rumbles. He freezes mid-stretch. How could he have forgotten how he fell asleep?
"Sorry," he whispers, looking up at her. The sight that greets him is one that he'll commit to memory for the many days where he can't afford to relax as he is now. With her hair fanned out around the pillows and her eyes half-lidded, there's an innocence about her that stirs his desires.
Kagome groans in return and pushes him off of her. He tries to reach for her hand, but she's already slipping out of the bed. Only the light from the master bathroom lets him know that she hasn't gone too far.
"Come back to bed," he calls out, arms stretched wide as he lies across the bed. "I can just play hooky."
"Absolutely not." She walks back out, wearing his light blue robe. It practically hangs off of her with how small she is compared to him. "I'm going to make pancakes, and you are going to work. Those students are counting on you, so something like this doesn't happen again."
"I love it when you boss me around." He laughs, swatting the pillow away and grabbing a hold of her arms instead. "You sure you don't want to just stay in bed." He pulls her on top of him, so her legs are caging him in. His hold on her is lax enough that she could get away if she really wanted to, though the widening of her eyes and the blush spreading down her neck tells him that she's more than comfortable where she's at.
"You'd turn down chocolate chip pancakes?" Her voice upticks with incredulity.
He pretends to think it over, lips turned down in a pout. He hums and repeatedly opens and closes his mouth as if the answer keeps slipping from his mind. "Pancakes are sweet, and I would get to have something that you made for me. But I'd rather just have you instead."
"You're such a pervert," she says, rolling her eyes. "Did you forget that it's not just us here?" She leans down, her lips a hair width away from his own. He did actually forget about Yuji being there, which makes his blood boil once more at the reason as to why Yuji is staying with them. Maybe another trip—a longer trip—is in order; though if he were to come back to another student dead, then he might actually have to kill the elders for their audacity.
"So, you aren't going to help me out?" He tries once more to no avail.
"Breakfast, and then you need to work." She swings her leg over, her hands stabilizing themselves on his chest.
"That wasn't a no!" He calls out after her. Gojo sits up, kicking the covers further down the bed. The hell was wrong with him, he questions himself. Shoko was right. It's not like him to be so affectionate and to be enamored so quickly with someone that he's basically just met. He glances over at the closed door, the sounds of Kagome rummaging around in the kitchen drifts down the hallway. "Whatever," he mutters under his breath. There's no point in dwelling on it when the outcome isn't going to change. He wants her, and no amount of questioning himself is going to change that fact. Besides, if he questioned even a third of his own actions, then he'd be as boring as Nanami.
"Gojo-sensei," Yuji calls out from behind the door. "Kagome-san is making breakfast if you want to join."
"Why are you up so early?" Gojo replies, willing himself to get out of the bed. Who knew that too much sleep would make it harder for him to start his day? Walking over to his closet, he slips on a simple white shirt—he tossed the shirt he was wearing last night at some point in the night.
"I couldn't sleep."
Gojo opens up the door to Yuji's bright pink hair. "Don't worry, after I get done sparing with you, you'll sleep like a baby." Gojo pats his shoulders as he brushes past.
"Am I even going to be alive?" Yuji trails behind him.
"Hey, you know what they say? If you die twice, then shame on you." He wags his finger in the air as he punctuates each word. He doesn't need to see behind him to know the exasperated look that decorates Yuji's face.
"No one says that."
"I just said it." Gojo pulls out a chair, sending a wink Kagome's way when she looks over at him.
"That's—okay." Yuji beams as Kagome sets a plate of pancakes and eggs down in front of him. "Thanks, Kagome-san!" His student glows from the attention as Kagome lovingly pats Yuji's head. He doesn't need the power of the six eyes to see the motherly instinct brewing to the surface.
His phone vibrates violently on the table. Gojo decides to ignore it. Instead, he digs into the stack in front of him.
"Satoru."
"Fine, fine," he responds as he adds more syrup to his stack. Taking a large bite, he uses his free hand to scroll through the messages. "Just a couple missions before I meet with Megumi and Nobara. It'll take like ten minutes tops." He stuffs another bite in his mouth. "Yuji, before I go, you'll have a project to work on while I'm out."
"A project?" Yuji repeats. Gojo pointedly ignores the sigh drifting from Kagome.
"You didn't think it was just about fighting curses, did you?" He leans back, slapping a hand to his forehead. "Oh no, there's a whole curriculum and exams."
"Please tell me I don't have to learn physics."
Kagome shakes her head as she rises to gather their plates.
"Look at you, so domestic." He teases, batting his eyes in an overly dramatic fashion.
"I'm slightly uncomfortable," Yuji speaks up, his face twisted in a grimace.
"Aw, are you embarrassed?" Gojo leans over and pinches Yuji's cheek.
"Ow!" Yuji places a hand over his abused cheek. The area is bright red and looks as though it wants to swell up.
Whoops.
"Ah, my bad. Forgot my own strength there." Gojo stands, sliding his phone into his pocket. "Come on, let me show you your project." He motions for Yuji to follow him out to the living room. "I don't have any DVDs here, but there should be plenty of mindless shows to watch on T.V."
"My project… is to watch movies?"
"No, your project is to work on your cursed energy. You need more work using your cursed energy at will." He flips on the T.V. "Oh, this one is good. The hero loses his lover to a terrible disease in the end."
"Spoilers."
"So this cute, innocent, teddy bear is going to assist you." Gojo grabs the bear from the hall closet and holds it out for Yuji to inspect.
"Why is it wearing boxing gloves?" Yuji pokes at the blue gloves.
"To better hit you with."
"What?"
He thrusts the teddy bear into Yuji's arms. The moment his hand leaves the bear, it wakes up and undercuts Yuji. Gojo bites down on his tongue to prevent his laughter from leaving his lips. "You need to be constantly pouring out curse energy if you don't want it to strike you." Gojo tilts his head to the side, listening to the pitter patters of Kagome walking away from where he's at.
"But how will watching movies help with that? Ow!" Yuji holds the swinging bear out at a distance.
"It needs to be subconscious. Bonus points if you master it before I get back tonight." He turns to walk out, rubbing his forehead as he goes. He knows he should have grabbed his blindfold or glasses before joining them for breakfast. Following the sound of running water, he finds himself back in his room. The door to the master bath is open as Kagome walks out, still wearing his robe.
"What's wrong?" She walks over to him, standing on the tips of her toes to cradle his face. The small sparks of her purification passing through her fingertips and warming his skin are blissful. He closes his eyes, the headache fading away as her warmth fills him.
"Just got overstimulated, nothing serious."
"From giving Yuji his project?"
"Nah, I didn't put my blindfold on." He opens his eyes, taking in every small detail. "It's an eye thing." She pulls back and runs back to the bathroom. The despair rolls off of her in waves. "You forget to turn the water off," He questions as he steps into the bathroom.
"I need to pick up some things for Yuji-kun," she responds, ignoring his jab.
"It can't wait til later?" He walks over, dipping a hand into the water.
"That's silly, besides who knows when you'll be home."
"You'll probably get kidnapped again." He huffs.
"I don't get kidnapped that often," She replies a little too quickly.
"Why don't I believe you?" He removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere.
"I didn't run this bath for you." She moves to push him, groaning when he doesn't budge. "Satoru."
"I thought this was our new routine. No?" She shoots him an annoyed look. "Fine," he amends. "But if you run into any trouble, you don't hesitate. I'll deal with the repercussions later." Crossing his arms, he raises a brow at the far-away look on her face. He follows her focus to his forearms, noting the way her lips part as his muscles twitch.
Oh.
"Who's the pervert again?" He teases.
"Shut up." She stammers out. This time he allows her to push him out of the bathroom.
"I'll leave some cash out on the dresser." He frowns at the closed door in his face. Pressing up against it, he knocks to a beat only he knows. "Are you sure, I can't join? You'd really send me to work without washing first?"
"Have a good day, Gojo," she calls out from behind the door.
"Soo mean." He pouts. Knowing that his efforts are futile, he throws on his uniform. He sends a message to Ijichi. Just because he can't be there on her errand, doesn't mean he can't send a chaperone. There's a reason why everyone calls him the smartest, he tells himself as he teleports to the first case of the day.
A/N: Thank you all for reading and continuing this journey with me. I hope you liked the fluff. I can't promise it will always be this happy for everyone :)
