The Commander always said Megumi's best quality was his survival instinct.
In the Suns of Shiro, he was not the best shot. Never the best combat recruit. Never the go-to when it came to intel or markups. But if you needed an outlier, if you needed a soldier who was guaranteed to get the job done and come back… he was your best bet.
Because if there was one thing Megumi knew how to do- one thing Fushiguru excelled at, it was surviving.
He always knew the best play for himself. He always knew just when to throw in his hand.
It was ingrained into him for as long as he could remember. It's part of his training- part of his personality. He never fights a battle he knows he can't win. He'd rather live to fight again.
He's a survivor, always has been.
So it's not really a surprise the minute Megumi makes the deal with Kuskabe, the second he opens his big fucking mouth and agrees to these stupid monthly intel sessions, regret fills his stomach. His mouth gets hot, and his heart begins to beat just a little bit faster.
He feels hazy, weird. His vision is almost cloudy as he blinks once, then twice. He would blame the drugs, but Dr. Ieri hadn't refilled his IV in a while. He would blame the heat, but the AC is pounding loudly in the room. That means it's on right? Why is he sweating so much?
He goes to swipe his brow, and the wires shift a little at his pull. He doesn't think he yanked too hard, the needles are still in his skin, but his heart monitor goes off anyways. Maybe it's been going off. Louder and louder it's almost as loud as that fucking AC. And even when he closes his eyes, even when he tries his best to block it and everything else, he can still hear it.
It's picking up, going faster. Is it keeping up with his heartbeat?
Fuck! Keep quiet, keep quiet is the mantra Megumi tells himself. As all the adults stop talking for a moment and peer up at him, like he's weak. Like he's stupid. He's not!
He just made a mistake. He just wasn't thinking everything through. He feels Tsumiki shift near him, he see's Gojo go near him, but he can't really listen to what either one of them is saying. All he can think about is the Suns of Shiro. All he can think about is the Commander.
God, the Commander. He never did well with betrayal.
Megumi knew that more than anybody.
Fuck! Did Utahime say something? He can't really hear her. His mind is shifting between memories, pulling around sound bites of torture and stilling on murders. Corpse after corpse, his next inhale is far harsher than last.
He almost forgets to exhale until it's too late.
Fuck! Fuck!
It's getting harder and harder to breathe. Megumi feels like he is gasping in an ocean alone. Searching for a breath of air in an empty shell of space. The Commander's face flashes, and he inhales again. This one hurts.
This one hits his stomach with an unfair punch. Causes him to swallow the next breath before he was really supposed to. Makes his mind go mushy and his eyes get blurry because he knows that death doesn't stop with just him. The Commander is never that merciful. Tsumiki, Atsuya even the other Kinship kids…They'll all be dead, it will all be his fault. He swallows fast again, this one so quick he's not so sure it counts. He tries to command his heart to still just for a second, wants his lungs to work just for a second, but he can't. His control is gone. His body isn't his and even though he is trying, his breathing still comes out in harsh gasp. Faster and faster, harder and harder.
He can't breathe, he can't breathe.
The blur is becoming black. Dark-speckled spots make it harder and harder to see. Makes him wonder what happens after. What happens when this is all over? The adults are still yammering, yelling, crying? When did they start crying?
His face begins to turn blue, he doesn't inhale this time. Doesn't try. And just when he thinks it may be over, Dr. Ieri rushes in. Not even waiting a second the woman pushes a needle into the young boy's neck and beams a light into his eyes. Megumi lets her, he can't find it in himself to push her away. Not when her touch is cool and steady against his hot face. Not when everything is finally getting quiet, and finally getting soft.
Its so soft.
Megumi can hear his heartbeat slow down almost as clear as he can hear Utahime's sniffles. In and out, he counts the beats cause that's easier than anything else. He still feels hazy, still feels weird, but it's different somehow. He wants to shout but his mouth just breathes. The AC is much quieter than he previously thought. Gojo is hugging him, whispering nonsense, Tsumiki is rubbing his arm. Shoko's just watching, counting something herself. Megumi wants to shout. He wants to leave.
But he just breathes, again.
Slow.
Soft.
Everything is so soft.
He blinks once, maybe a few times before he realizes Gojo has been asking him questions. They're stupid, invasive, it's none of the idiot's business what's was wrong and Megumi tries to tell him that, but when he opens his mouth everything too mushy. It's too soft. He learns not only can he not shout, he can't speak. Everything is soft, so soft.
Megumi blinks again, and Gojo asked again but this time Utahime shushed him. This time they both glared at each other and did that weird thing where they talk with their eyes. They do that a lot, talk with their eyes. Megumi has noticed it since he met them. They stare and glare and so many words pass through them. It's annoying a little, and the more Megumi is around them the more he wished he could talk with his eyes. Maybe then he could make sense of this whole thing. Maybe then he could convince them to just leave him be, let him go, get rid of this fantasy and realize he isn't who they are looking for. He can't be.
Why do they seem so sure he is?
He wants to ask but he can't, he can only breathe and blink and eventually, he can't do that either.
The black spots finally meet in the middle, the AC turns into a low hum of a lullaby, softness becomes the world and Megumi falls asleep.
A beat of silence sits in the air for not even a millisecond before Utahime breaks it. Her own breath harsh and loud. Long because it was being held. Big because it was swallowing her up.
Her baby, her poor baby. His panic attack was so familiar, so triggering. She doesn't even need to know what it was about to feel it. He was hurt, in pain. Her poor baby was in pain and she could do nothing.
She couldn't stop it. She couldn't save him.
"Don't ", Gojo interrupts, not even pulling his head off of the kid to fix his ex-wife a stare. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't think he needs to. He can see it just in the way Utahime's shoulders shake, just in the way her eyes water. She's in her head again, tittering on the edge of her own panic attack.
Gojo doesn't think he can survive two in one go. Megumi's nearly killed him.
His baby is hurt, in pain, scared. He wouldn't speak, wouldn't say what was wrong. He wouldn't let Satoru help him, how was Satoru supposed to help him?
Beside him, Utahime frowns, she doesn't understand. Doesn't see the weight or the fear or the stupid concern Satoru still fucking has for her. She just sees the anger, and the disappointment. She just sees stupid fucking Gojo sitting next to her with that stupid fucking face. His blue eyes piercing through her like a fucking laser. Knowing her, and yet not understanding her.
Don't? What did he mean don't?
Don't what?
Don't be scared. Don't start crying. Don't be weak?
Well, fuck him! They can't all be the strongest.
With still watery eyes, she takes another deep breath and gives him her harshest glare. " You don't" is the best she comes up with. It's a firm command, a childish retort. And Gojo doesn't look like he's gonna try to follow it.
Actually, scratch that, he looks like he's going to do anything BUT follow it. With his snow-white brows furrowed down, he didn't even take the time to roll his eyes before taking in her glare. He doesn't understand what Utahime is so pissy about. "Just stop crying", he said, and though he meant it as a way to placate Utahime. He meant it in a calm down, please be okay kind of way. Utahime hears it very differently.
Hurriedly she wipes her eyes, frustrated and annoyed. She doesn't understand how he can be so fucking insensitive."Oh I'm so sorry I'm actually a human being with feelings" she bites back.
And god, does Gojo feel the sting. He has feelings. Utahime of all people should know he has fucking feelings.
As he takes in her words, his cursed energy crackles in between them. In the back of his head, he can see Kusakabe shift, Tsumiki cough and Shoko roll her eyes. He knows his power can be suffocating, he understands he should probably reel it in before a low-level like Tsumiki passes out.
But he also knows Utahime is barley feeling the brute of it. He needs her to see, needs her to feel how pissed he is.
Seconds passed and his cursed energy almost enveloped the room. Dark and ominous it so clearly is putting everyone on edge. Everyone except Utahime.
She blinks but doesn't falter her glare.
Neither does Satoru.
They are at a standstill, one so long, so stupid, that even as Tsumiki does pass out, even as Atsuya carries her away and Shoko huffs a protest, neither Gojo nor Utahime move an inch. They barely even fucking blink, keeping their glares even as they dare the other to falter first. It takes Megumi shifting and groaning in his sleep just for them to look away from eachother.
And that was only after Shoko pointed it out.
When Gojo finally does reel his cursed energy back in, he shifts his gaze over slightly. He's still angry, still annoyed, and looking at a tear-stricken Utahime is only making it worse. "All I'm saying is now isn't the time for either of us to be caught up in our emotions", he later explains. Slow and deliberate because he wants no misunderstanding to happen between them. Because he needs no misunderstanding to happen between them.
But at this point, all he and Utahime share are misunderstandings.
Example? Well as Satoru tries to explain slowly and deliberately, Utahime tries to not let his tone or his word speed bother her. She's not stupid, he didn't need to talk to her like she was. She knows now is not a good time for her to get triggered. And she's trying not to get triggered but it's hard. Megumi is her baby and she couldn't help him. She couldn't save him.
Minutes ago Megumi's face was turning blue, he was dying right in front of her. It was like the incident from six years ago all over again. Only this time Megumi wasn't a newborn and she wasn't half conscious. This time she wasn't lying in the Quarter World woods with broken legs, a crushed windpipe, and a gash on her face. This time she could see her baby. She could touch her baby.
And this time, just like last time she could do nothing.
She was helpless.
Satoru wouldn't understand that. Utahime knows he can't understand that, so instead, of voicing any of this, instead of working herself up more, she turns away from her all-seeing, all-infuriating ex and just nods.
Satoru is right, now isn't the time for either of their emotions, or feelings.
Once the truce is reluctantly established, Shoko puts out her cigarette and tiredly sweeps her eyes over her two idiot best friends. "Okay well now that you two have finished your little bitch fits, I think we should all talk about Megumi's treatment plan", she starts. A pen somehow making its way into her mouth as she grabs an iPad and Megumi's chart.
The conversation starts off simple. Shoko lists an issue, and a drug, Gojo and Utahime agree. Triclozine for his energy, Methodiferine for his white blood cells. Everything seems easy, every seems necessary, everything….. except therapy.
"Passssssss", Satoru gagged, his mouth fixing into a harsh line as he fake vomits into the trash.
To the right of him, Utahime rolls her eyes again and rubs her nose. Everything, Satoru makes everything so fucking difficult. "Gojo he needs therapy", she grits out. Hoping for once Gojo actually listens to her. Or at least to fucking reason.
But Satoru only frowns, his perfect face looking devastatingly handsome even with his sour mood. "Since therapy hasn't really helped you, I don't see it helping him", he smacks instead. Loud and bold, he doesn't mean for it to sound as rude as it does, but he doesn't feel bad about it either.
Utahime is still crying, still having panic attacks, and still unhappy. Therapy hasn't done shit but ruin their marriage in his opinion.
And nothing Utahime can say will ever fix that.
But even so, she tries, bitter and small, Utahime lets out the most tired exhale her body could muster. It's best not to yell, Satoru so seldom gets her point when she does. "Therapy has helped me a lot", she objects.
Brief and short, she doesn't bother elaborating how. She doesn't want to. Besides Gojo of all people should know how bad it was. Because of therapy, she's not trying to slit her neck with a kitchen knife. She's not sitting in bed until the sun and moon meet. She's working, she's talking, she's better.
Why doesn't he see she's better?
When her head can't come up with an answer. She tries to meet his eyes to ask, but the glower Satoru is sending her puts her off the edge. Makes her want to not ask, to not share, to not know. To not compromise.
"He's going to therapy", she asserts, short and slow. She spits out the words like they are venom in her throat.
And Gojo irritating as he is actually has the nerve to laugh, "I think it's cute you think he is", he quips back. His face lighting up just a little as he can practically see steam shooting from Utahime's ears.
Tit tat, one more, and volcano Hime was sure to erupt. Satoru is kind of banking on a big one. It's petty but she should feel just a little bit of what he's feeling. Megumi shouldn't go to therapy, She shouldn't go to therapy. And why did she think she ran everything? Why does she have to be in control of everything?
She's annoying him so much right now, it's only fair he does it back.
But unfortunately, before he can really settle the score Shoko decides now would be the best time to intervene, "Okay, kids let's not argue….again", the tall woman asserts, her left hand gently going to grasp Uta's fingers while her right halfways tries for Gojo's. None of them are at all surprised Infinity stops her, but still when it does Shoko gives him a look. "Satoru I know you have some…aversions to therapy but just from his x-rays alone, I can tell you this kid has a lot of deep-rooted trauma. He was abducted by a cult, there is no telling how fucked up they raised him. He'll need to talk to somebody", she presses.
But Gojo is never one to buckle under pressure, "He can talk to me", he reasoned, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes. Seriously, Shoko's being dramatic. "Megumi will be fine".
"But what if he isn't? What if he needs a professional's help", Utahime cuts. Because she can't get Megumi's blue face out of her mind. Because she needs Satoru to put it first in his mind.
But Gojo doesn't, instead, he takes her fear as about as serious as he always does. He sees it as a lack of faith in him. He misunderstands her and the duo begins arguing again. This time loudly and harshly. Shoko doesn't bother stopping them this time, she's tired and it's probably best they get it out of their system.
Besides now seems like a good enough time for another smoke break.
When she leaves, Utahime and Satoru barely notice. Too stuck in their own anger, they practically forget anything else exists. And then their cursed energy ( specifically Gojo's) cursed energy becomes suffocating once more. Thick clouds of it smother the room and after a while when Utahime goes to yell at him again, her voice starts to strain.
Her head hurts, the idiot's infinity is making it hard.
But she'd sooner die than let him know that.
And she just might, her breath is becoming a bit shorter, her sight is stupidly blurry. Satoru should've realized, he normally would have realized. But he was just so mad, so unfocused.
When Utahime falls, Gojo's breath catches his throat. Instantly he seeps in his energy, runs to catch her.
But he doesn't get to. The door opens that instant, a body cushioning Utahime before she can truly fall.
"I see you're still making the ladies faint", Agent Kusakabe mutters, his brows furrowed as he grips Utahime's waist a bit tighter and walks further into the room. He doesn't sound annoyed, but Utahime still feels embarrassed.
"Thank you Kusakabe", is Utahime's meek reply. Her face still a bit pale, a brim of red hitting her ears. The room is still spinning, her head still hurts.
Fuck! Stupid strong freak. Is Gojo even trying to reel it back in?
She doesn't peak to see, but if she did she would know he wasn't. Not anymore atleast.
Glowering, glaring, frowning, Satoru Gojo looks practically disgusted as he watches his ex-wife and the stupid fucking agent. They were damn near cuddling in front of him. Her breasts were fully pressed across his chest. Her skirt riding up just a bit.
Disgusting,
Gross
Irritating.
When Satoru moves he does not think. He doesn't wonder about how it makes him look, nor how it makes Utahime feel. He simply teleports between them, grabs her, and teleports her back right in the nearest chair. Far fucking away from Agent Dumbass, and his stupid googly eyes.
When her back hits the chair, Utahime sends Gojo another sneer. She doesn't bother asking what his fucking problem is, she can already tell she won't like his answer.
They share a few words with looks before Kuskabe coughs out an interruption, "Uh, so I take it you two are still arguing" he awkwardly mumbles, his left hand going up to rub his head as if he was somehow embarrassed by this whole thing.
It's kinda cute in a boyish way Utahime thinks.
Really stupid, in an irritating way Satoru knows.
He starts to say so but figures a deadpanned "We're fine" is probably better. He doesn't want to give Atsuya any other reason to stick around.
In fact, why is he still here? Gojo said they were fine at least 2 seconds ago.
As Satoru blinks, glares, and tries to answer this himself, Utahime gets up from the chair her ex so ungraciously put her in. Gesturing back to her child she looks over at Kusakabe. "We were actually discussing Megumi's treatment plan. Kusakabe don't you agree therapy is the best for Megumi", she asked.
That's right asked, because apparently Gojo is supposed to care what the Secret Service thinks.
This time he does tell Atsuya just what he's thinking. Uncaring about how rude it sounds or how angry it makes Utahime. Gojo makes damn sure Agent Stubble is fully aware he doesn't give a damn what he thinks. Then when Atsuya fixes his stupid face to reply, Satoru childishly begins plugging his ears and bla bla blazing the rest of the convo.
He does a good enough job at zoning it out. He barely even hears Agent Dumbass, he doesn't even realize the fool is agreeing with him. Doesn't even hear Atsuya's words nor his argument.
He doesn't - until Utahimes face makes sure he does.
"- I'm sorry but it is for the best that fewer people know and interact with him. Fushiguru is still a CCB fugitive, and while I'm aware you both probably see this differently for safety purposes we should all abide by that", Atsuya finishes no longer looking sheepish or embarrassed, but firm, commanding.
Utahime pauses, her face pailing slightly, "Are you saying… the CCB would try to hurt him", she asked, her body automatically moving closer to Megumi even though the child still sleeps soundly.
Even though in the back of her head, she knows Atsuya isn't an enemy.
It feels better to stand in front of him.
Feels natural that Gojo stands with her.
Fixing Atsuya with a bored look, Saturu's glasses pull down to the edge of his nose. "I know you're not trying to threaten us with your dumb bureau", he goaded.
Playful still, light even.
But Atsuya is no fool, he sees the warning for what it is. Knows more than anything, that Satoru Gojo is not playing at all when it comes to that kid.
It's too bad neither is the CCB.
Agent Kusakabe let out a heavy sigh, his hand lingering on his forehead as if trying to hold the words back. For a long moment, it seemed he wouldn't speak at all—but then, reluctantly, the words slipped out.
Montoned, police-like, he starts the conversation like he's reading from a pamphlet."The bureau isn't regulated by your higher-ups, they view this situation very differently. They don't have clan politics or obsessions with either of your families. To them, Fushiguru is just a Suns of Shiro soldier. An escaped prisoner from the enemy's side.", he finishes slowly, lets the words hang there, his jaw tightening as if he hated the sound of them.
To his right Utahime freezes, her mind going double its speed, her heart triple. She had never thought of how Megumi's past would affect them. She was so worried about his future, his present.
She didn't think of his past.
To her right Gojo bristles, his expression darkening with a flash of anger. An appalled irritation setting more in his face as he takes in each and every one of Kuskabe's words. Prisoner? Solider? Enemy?
"Megumi is a child," Satoru snapped, his words cutting through the air like a blade. Sharp and quick it flashes through all of them.
And yet, Atsuya barely flinches in his reply. "Fushiguro is an assassin.", he cuts. His voice is calm and steady, monotone again. Detached.
He can't feel with this conversation. He refuses to.
Steering his eyes away again, the tall man reluctantly looks at the boy he must paint as a monster. With his eyes closed, his ever-present scowl gone, his face flushed pink, Megumi looks like everything but a monster. But Atsuya knows better.
It's about time Megumi's parents did too.
Standing tall with his shoulder square, Agent Kuskabe set his eyes on both Gojo and Utahime.
"Fushiguru has over 67,000 bodies on his record", he starts, ending the sentence quickly and pretending like Utahimes gasp didn't bother him. He does a poor job of it though, his frown deepened slightly and his body turned an angle away. He doesn't want to look at her, not at this part.
"A quarter of Fushigurus victims are CCB agents, the rest are civilians. The Bureau's not going to care about what he's been through," Atsuya continued, his voice softening with each word. "They're not going to care that he's a Gojo and a Zenin. And they're not gonna give a damn that he's six years old."
When he finishes Atsuya's eyes lock onto Utahime's for a moment, he's trying to convey something beyond words—something beyond reason, something only a mother could grasp.
Utahime hates that she does.
Indifferent to Utahimes inward battle, Satoru fixes his face back into a glare. Cynically almost gleefully, he steps forward, his gaze locked on Atsuya with an intensity that could burn. "So, what? I'm supposed to give a fuck about some dumb ass normies coming after me? What ever shall I do", Gojo finishes, his face going into a mock eye roll as he bitterly laughs at the thought.
Him? Scared of the CCB!? Ha!
Ha! Ha! Hah!
As Satoru's laugh grows and Utahime remains silent, Atsuya's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbles just beneath the surface. This was so stupid, so very stupid. Don't they understand what is at stake?
He bangs his hands against the door, frightening Utahime, stirring Megumi and finally grasping the attention of the hyena that is Satoru Gojo.
"You think I give a damn what happens to you, Gojo," Atsuya growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Are you so self-absorbed you really think this is about you?! Fushiguru's life is at risk, my life is at risk, people around the world's lives are at risk! When the CCB- when they find out where he is, they're not just gonna try and get him back, they're going to kill him. And once that war starts you nor I will be able to stop that from happening" Kuskabe finishes.
He ends it like a resolution, a promise of some sort.
It's sort of mournful, Utahine thinks.
Very pitiful, Satoru knows
When Atsuya's words sink in, once again Gojo sets his eyes back on the agent. Leaning down he no longer looks angry, just bored.
"Bla Bla Bla" Gojo's voice drops, its low, a mocking drawl. "You're not really saying anything new. People's lives are always at risk. Whether that be from a curse or a stupid group of normies. Megumi will be fine", he asserts, his bright blue eyes narrowing the next second, a dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Cause if you guys harm a hair on his head- He starts his voice almost menacing as cursed energy crackles in the air.
No longer a warning, this is a full-on threat from Satoru Gojo.
He'd like to make an example out of Kusakabe. Make it clear to all the other CCB agents and to anyone else who dared to think they could touch his baby.
He wants to show them just what will happen should they think it.
But before he could, Utahime finally breaks her silence. Her inward battle done, the winner her mind. Even though she'd prefer her heart.
With shaking hands, she pushes past both men and shoos Atsuya out of the room. The agent is reluctant, angry still, and annoyed. But he goes anyway, hopes that he at least got through to one of them.
Cause it definitely wasn't both.
When the duo is finally alone, for the first time in a long time Utahime reaches out and grabs Satoru's hand, it's almost a habit that he drops infinity to let her.
"I think….. we should listen to Atsuya", she said softly, her hand still on his chest. While her eyes shift to Megumi.
God, Megumi. How could anyone want to hurt him?
Gojo follows her gaze, but not her mind. Inwardly he cringes, wonders how in the hell they went from arguing over therapy to this. How in the hell could Utahime suddenly be agreeing with Agent Dumbass. "You want to hide our son", he spat, though it lacked all the malice it could.
He always had such a hard time staying mad when she touched him.
When she let him touch her back.
Hearing his confusion, Utahine tightens her grip. Whispered her next words as if they were forbidden. "I want to protect him".
"I can!", Gojo nearly yells back, his eyes narrowing, his malice back. Confusion gone as infinity throws itself forward and Utahime takes a step back.
Satoru know can protect Megumi. He knows he can protect their family. He knows!
So why doesn't Utahime?
"I can protect him," Satoru said again, his voice low, steady but there was something different this time. It wasn't as firm, not at all as convincing. It was almost as if he was trying to convince himself more than her, a desperate assertion that he could fix it all.
Utahime's eyes widened in frustration, her patience quickly wearing thin. "Not alone! Not always!" she snapped, her voice rising in desperation, hoping to break through the wall he'd built around himself. "Satoru, I need you to understand! You can't always be there, not in the way he needs."
Her words hit the air with the force of a scream, but the echo of it is slow to fade. She pauses, takes a deep breath, tries to calm herself before speaking again. The words came slower this time, heavier, as she gathered the weight of everything she was feeling.
"Look, when you and Kuskabe were arguing, all I could think about was the others. The CCB thing, the Suns of Shiro—it's all terrifying, I get it," she said, her tone softer now, more vulnerable. "But it's not just a cult and some normies after him. Megumi is both of us—you and me, and our families. You know, just by being a Zenin daughter, I've made enemies, and you… you're the Gojo heir. I don't have to tell you the kind of enemies you've made."
Gojo didn't answer, but his jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. Utahime pressed on, her voice shaking with the weight of her words, knowing this was the most honest she could be.
"Megumi won't just have the CCB after him," she continued, her words desperate now. "It'll be curse users, curses, bitter family members, and more. I can't—I can't—put that target on his back, Satoru. He doesn't deserve it." She stepped closer again, her voice pleading, her eyes meeting his. "I know we don't always see eye to eye on everything, but on this, please, I need you to understand."
She's begging almost, pleading with so much spirit it is almost hard for Gojo to ignore her.
It is hard for Gojo to ignore her.
Everything she said, every bit of what she said, Satoru understood. He knew, god he fucking knew just by being his son Megumi would become a target. He knew people would be after him, he knew people would fear him. Just like they feared Satoru when he was a kid.
God, Gojo really doesn't want Megumi to be like he was as a kid.
Silence hits the air as Gojo and Utahime finally agree on something. No one must know of Megumi's identity. No one can know he exists.
Cause no one, not a single soul can ever get close enough to hurt him. No one will treat him like he's a tool, or a weapon.
No one will ever take him away.
Not again. Never again.
Oooooh New Chappie Alert!
Hello! So sorry to go on a little bit of a break, I started a new story and it's been taking a ton of my time. But hey, I'm back, so hopefully you're not all too mad at me. Chappie number seven was originally much longer, with Megumu's first day in his new home added, but I felt it was getting kinda too long, so I cut the chapter into two. I think it works cause I really get to focus more on the parents instead of Megumi for Chapter Seven, which I like.
Speaking of the GojoXUtahime focus how do we feel about it? Do we hate it? It was a lot of arguing, to the point where they get on my nerves with it lol. But I figured that is very typical for divorced couples. Especially divorced, our kid we thought was dead is actually alive couples. I really want to showcase their whole spiel is a lot of miscommunication and assuming the other person's intentions. TBH they need couples therapy bad lol. Now will Gojo ever go? That's to be seen. Also, how did ya'll feel about Atsuya's 'keep Megumi a secret' condition, in my head that's just an obvious condition Atsuya would make as a kinda rogue agent. I also think for Megumi's safety that's an obvious decision Utahime would make…now do I think they'll be able to keep this secret. Well…..lol. Buckle up.
Also touched a bit on Megumi's old life as an assassin as well as his anxiety. Clearly, the Commander has our boy shook, any guesses on who the commander is lol?
I really do hope you guys enjoyed the newest chapter. Thank you to everyone who read please let me know what you think in a comment. Stay whelmed and See ya soon!