Satoru watches in amusement as Kenji reads the contract that he and Yaga made. His sparkles took a minute to finish, before looking up and exclaiming, "You put me on the faculty as the dance instructor?!"
Kenji may have mentioned that he took a dance class once and Satoru just rolled with it.
Nodding smugly as he shifts, feeling quite proud of his genius, "Look, at least this way no one will look twice at your presence," he says idly, leaning on the back of his chair and hovering over Kenji enjoying the way he doesn't flinch.
There aren't many people who are comfortable being around him despite the hero worship they have towards him.
"The only reason the council isn't doing a damned thing is because they're scared of what my reaction will be if they touch you," he reminds the other.
Over the past few days, he's found himself becoming quite fond of his little sparkle.
Kenji flushes under his attention while Yaga coughs awkwardly into his palm, "Yeah I get that, but what does this have to do," his sparkle pauses, seemingly unsure how to continue, "I- I mean I'm not even a teacher," he starts but Gojo shuts that down quickly with a laugh.
"Hah! I'm not a registered teacher either, Sparkles you can't use that excuse." Gojo says, crooking his finger under Kenji's chin with a wide smile, "Besides, having connections with more than just me will be beneficial for you in the long run," he whispers reassuringly, feeling his heart warm at the way Kenji melts under his hold.
Yaga coughs again much louder, making him roll his eyes, not that anyone can see. Satoru lets go of Kenji and lowers his hand, finding himself missing the warmth under his finger.
"You will do great!" He says withholding the urge to cup his hands across Kenji's cheeks just to feel that additive warmth again.
'Damned green eyes,' he thinks with exasperation and a dash of bittersweetness.
Standing under the pressurized shower head Kenji doesn't think he'll ever get used to waking up to such a luxurious bedroom. Having been raised in a household where one bad month could land him on the streets, it's hard to get accustomed to such extravagance. Not even mentioning all the clothing and accessories he now has in his name.
He still remembers waking up to the sight of Satoru standing over his bed with a bunch of bags woven in his arms.
The albino adonis had gone and ordered personal servants to raid every store for any pieces of clothing in his size. Kenji bets half of the wardrobe alone cost more than his past annual income, he resists the urge to squirm and feels self-conscious when thinking about how Satoru got to know his size.
'He's lucky he's so cute,' Kenji thinks, rinsing off for the last time and stepping out of the shower.
Drying off and swiftly putting on the simple outfit he picked out before hopping in the shower, a simple black shirt with loose pants as he is going to explore the grounds a little. Thankfully since he has the Gojo stamp of approval he hasn't been under too much scrutiny by the others occupying the place, not that he's interacted with anyone from the series besides Megumi and Yaga.
Megumi is honestly a lot more interesting than he would have thought.
If Kenji is to be honest, he had thought the other a little bland, but that could be because when he was consuming the series he was more focused on the character he could fu- Immediately discarding that thought he refocuses on the task at hand.
He is a married man after all .
'Though maybe Satoru would be-'
'No stop, bad thoughts ." He mentally scolds himself. No reason to be greedy when he's already landed the Gojo Satoru.
Though he supposes that is something he should discuss with the other man. Does Satoru want to try and make this a real relationship, and if so does he prefer an open one?
'Does Satoru sleep around?' Kenji doesn't really get that type of vibe despite the other's exuberant personality. The fact that he constantly has his infinity active is a strong indication that he doesn't like to be vulnerable.
Deciding to put this on a shelf for later he takes a deep breath makes his way out the door and just lets his feet take him. He feels his cursed technique buzzing under his skin wanting to be let out, but he has been trying to keep a reign on them, if only to keep his cards hidden for as long as possible. He doesn't know when the puppet boy was coerced into being a spy.
It didn't take long for him to find a clearing in the path he took as he exited the grounds. The only reason he's not been confronted is because it's one of the busiest days of the week for the sorcerers.
As he stops in the middle Kenji absently wonders if the sudden increase of curses has to do with Kenjaku's releasing them unpin Japan as a distraction.
He doesn't have much longer before the horrific shot that happens in this world starts to affect him, so he has to get a grip on himself.
With that in mind, he lifts his hand in front of him, palm facing the sky mentally calling forth his ability, smiling at the immediate response coming from the subconscious link he has with them.
He honestly feels like an Aburame, just with a colony of stardust instead of insects.
Closing his eyes and unlocking the dam holding his powers back he is instantly hit with an onslaught of information bombarding his mind as the colony spreads out, mixing into the air and clinging to anything that it touches. With his eyes closed he finds that he can mentally recreate the field of his surroundings and the materials from which the environment he is in.
Kenji can sense the abundance of life, as their energy beats gently against his colony. He could do so because everything alive possesses cursed energy, and that energy that everyone eludes brushes against his colony as it escapes the various critters' bodies in the woods. He could feel a bug fly through the air towards him just before the sound of wings blew past his ears.
Opening his eyes and looking down at his fist, he slowly calls for his ability to conjunct into his hand, marveling at the familiar glitter-like cloud that starts to gather and swirl idly above his palm in a halo. He focuses intently on their presence and tries to make sense of just what they are.
After a moment of nothing coming to him, frustrated he allows them to dissipate into the air while slumping forward and whining, "God! Why is this so hard,"
He really should have asked Satoru for more tips or at least some thoughts.
Unfortunately his 'too sexy for his good husband' is busy with all the shit the council is throwing at him in retaliation for dropping the bomb of having a new spouse.
"I wish this came with an instruction manual." He murmurs to himself holding his head in his hands before standing.
Feeling overstimulated and agitated by the lack of progress he swings his arms out in an arc with a cry of sheer frustration instantly causing a chain reaction as the stardust closest to him spears forward, out in all directions reminiscent of an explosive blast. The cluster of uncoordinated dust rips through the air and proceeds to shred through the base of all the trees in their path before slowly coming to a stop and fluttering back in line with the rest that has.
"Oh," he says, shocked only to gape as the fallen trees slowly start to disintegrate and merge into his colony while the information that was held inside the tree's DNA flows into his mind.
And boy does it talk.
Megumi sighs under his breath for what seems to be the hundredth time as he walks past Itadori. The pink-haired boy is honestly too joyful for their current situation.
He seriously wishes his sensei would pick up his damned phone, but with the council badgering him and now having a whole-ass husband to distract his already easily distracted teacher it's not surprising.
He is still adjusting to Kenji himself.
The strange man is very easy to converse with and it's different with him than it is with his classmates as Kenji is more than just his teacher's husband, but his father figure.
He's thankful that the other doesn't get upset or feel uncomfortable when Megumi doesn't respond more than a couple words or isn't very enthusiastic about things on the outside.
While he loves and respects Gojo his sensei has a hard time understanding the less savory aspects of things like being insecure and struggling with something, not that he thinks Satoru is faultless, just that his faults are more arbitrary than the rest of them.
"So you go to a fancy school and everything, where you learn how to kill these curses ?" Itadori ask catching up to him and peering through the fence like he could see the cursed object from here, disregarding the fact that he barely knows what a cursed object is.
Taking a deep breath before he clocks the happy-go-lucky punk he answers, "Yes, as I've explained already for the thousandth time,"
"Sick!"
Megumi feels a headache coming along as the other boy shrugs and starts climbing the fence and hopping over with a "Bro, you coming?"
And the pink-haired shit dares to look back at him in confusion like Megumi is the one who's not understanding the situation they are in.
' Mahoraga help me' he mentally chants as he follows the dork into his school after the finger of the Ryomen Sukuna.