It's been a few days since he successfully switched places with his future self. He still hadn't told anyone though he was going to tell Suguru but he seem to be in a bad mood lately, he was showing up less and less. Last time they spoke he mentioned that Shoko had found Toji Fushiguro's family, his son. The son the man had told him about, but Gojo insisted he had no interest in them, the Zen'in could fight amongst themselves for all he cared. Then conversation carried on with careful nothingness till he excused himself and he hadn't seen him since.
So here he was attempting it once more. In a meditation position on his bed. And while it didn't take very long the nauseous sensation that came with it hit full force.
It was dark once more, and he reached for the blindfold that was again covering his eyes. For a minute he'd thought he ended up right where he did last time until his vision was met with the bright blue of the midday sky.
"Gojo Sensei!" Ripping his eyes away from the sight he looked down from the balcony he seemed to be on and was met with...
Pink.
It was the same boy with the pink hair that was passed out, he's sure of it, suspicious cursed energy and all. He ran towards the balcony a big smile on his face. Two other students came running after him, a brunette girl and a raven — WAIT, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT TOJI?! wait no..it couldn't be he was way too small, and young and unlike Toji the boy had obvious cursed energy.
The infamous son of his maybe? Did he end up going to find him or did the Zen'in force him here? Possibly.
"Sensei?" The pink boy asked as all three of them came to a halt under the balcony. They're faces morphing up in confusion for some reason. He was beginning to think maybe there was something terribly off with him untill Toji look a like spoke up "what are you looking at? why do you have your blind fold off is there something wrong? is it a curse?"
'Oh so this was something Future him wore by choice.... Interesting' Gojo glanced down at the peice of fabric in his hands then back to the boy. "No uh just properly enjoying the view you know?" He grinned and the pink haired boy smile but the girl and Toji's potential spawn looked at him unamused. "You live here you can look at your perfect view when ever you like so can you train us now or did you just bring us to your fancy house to show off?" The girl bit out with her hands on her hips.
Gojo grin, he liked her. she was spunky. "Sure...Though give me a minute I'll be right there." She gave him a pointed look but turning on her heels "come on Yuuji I need a moving target for practice."
'So pinky's name was Yuuji.'
Said boy frowned and planted his foot to his spot. "No way Nobara I'm tired of being a pin cushion!" he said folding his arms and the girl just rolled her eyes.
'and Ms fire cracker is Nobara.'
"Oi Megumi," Nobara said turning to the raven boy who was ignoring both his supposed classmates as he scrolled through his phone uninterested before Nobara invaded his space 'Megumi, oi Fushiguro Megumi! I said come train with me—"
"Pass." He said monotonely and Nobara's nose visibly flared, "fine, I'll fine a tree and pretend it's both of your stupid unhelpfull faces!" And with that she stomped off somewhere near the trees.
The now confirmed, Fushiguro-Zen'in spawn wordlessly walked into the house leaving Yuuji standing in his same place and his gaze turning back to Gojo, a smile returning to his face, bright blue eyes meeting what seemed to be hazel, or brown?
While holding a back his snarky, childish remark of 'take a picture it'll last longer' Yuuji was the first to speak up "Are you sure your ok Sensei?" He asked smile not falling but seeming to stiffen awkwardly in worry.
The kid was...worried about him— but also he's just been standing here what could he have possibly done that was so outta character?
"I'm fine." He flashed his own smile and that seem to do the job, a genuine smile returning to the boy's face and Gojo doesn't know why that made his chest feel lighter. Flashing another smile that seem way to bright and genuine he followed his other friend's step and entered the house.
Gojo's gaze stayed glued to the spot the boy stood, like he was still there, his brain feeling like it was carving the boy's features on it self.
But as suddenly as he stopped himself , he blinked and he wasn't looking at the patch of grass Yuuji stood on anymore but a cardboard box in the corner of his room.
He was back.
Gojo's shoulders sagged in disappointment. It was definitely longer then the last time but at the same time it felt way too short, especially since he was getting actual interaction with peo people and not a unconscious body in an practically empty uninteresting room. He was kinda looking forward into kicking his supposed students asses.
With a thoughtful pout he flopped onto his bed.
'Gojo Sensei.'
It had a nice ring to it. He liked it but he couldn't fathomed the reality of him being a Sensei, he honestly couldn't picture it. Nor understand why he'd took up teaching, he'd be horrible at it. He's willing to bank that the school was so under staffed they made him do it because theres no way he'd do it of his own volition and when was the school ever probably staffed. Never.
But he guesses it didn't seem too bad. He only seen them for what felt like a few minutes and he could tell his "students" seem to be quite an interesting bunch. The Nobara girl, he'd already decided he liked her she had fire. Short brunnet, hair cute face but fierce, she was rather tiny but that's where fire cracker was a very accurate description of her, he could tell.
The Fushiguro Megumi kid, even if he did resemble his dad quite a bit at first but after taking him in, like his name, he looked quite feminine, not fully but a face he'd honestly have to describe as pretty. He was Small, long eye lashes, slim face though he still had a strong cut jaw. He didn't show or say much but from That he could already say he was much much different from his father and not just physically and cursed energy wise. He looked quite aloof, his father, like himself, seemed like the type to never shut up, Megumi reminded him of Nanami but more layed back... 'a great candidate for teasing!' Gojo concluded. There was also the fact that he'd like to think the Zen'in were foaming at the mouth having their own being mentored by a rival clan, a Gojo no less. He smirk letting out a low chuckle.
And then there was Yuuji. This was technically the second time he met him. Though he doesn't know if his unconsciousness state counted.
Unforgettable pink hair, big eyes, round cheeks, matching scars under his eys that didn't at all take away from the softness and Youthfulness of his face. He was quite small— okay maybe he called all of them small, but they were, even compare to his 17 year old body they were small.
He seem by far the lest threatening amongst the three, a very approachable character.
Well approachable if you didn't count the more then borderline dangerous cursed energy that eminated from him, still there if just a bit fainter, or more like restrained, if that was the case then he was impressed. Other then cursed energy the boy had a positive vibe to him. The sunshine of the group he's guessing.
'Gojo Sensei!'
He recalled the boy's enthusiastic smile as he ran up to him, it was..he didn't want to say unsettling, it wasn't, it's wasn't unpleasant, it was just weird...new.
For some one to greet him with such an air or fervour, enthusiasm AND familiarity was weird. People that knew him knew he was a lil shit and his welcomings were a variation of annoyance and hostile and that still counts even if they were actually happy to see him. Because his personality solicited that behavior. People that didn't know him would annoyingly swoon and blush at his titles and appearance.
There was hardly a middle ground. No one has ever asked him if he's okay so outwardly and genuinely, not with out the run around from both sides first anyway.
'Sensei are you okay?'
This kid, the kid did it with familiarity and zero hesitation. And there was no swooning just pure admiration and for the split second his smile froze, genuine worry.
But people don't worry about him. People don't need to worry about him. He was the strongest after all. If Gojo's his Teacher then he should know he shouldn't have to worry.
Gojo frowned. It was just a simple sentence and a glance of an unwarranted emotion. he shouldn't be thinking too hard of it. Maybe that was just what it was to be a teacher. To have some of your students ready to set you on fire at any given time and other admire you to death. The pulsing in his chest when Yuuji's smiled suns at him was just a prideful reaction to the boy. Yeah. That was it.
Turning to his side Satoru reached up for his phone, perched on his pillow and checked the time, it was still early in the afternoon. He'd honestly spent more time laying here thinking about his little "trip" longer then the trip itself had lasted.
He definitely wanted to kick their butts next time. See what his pupils were made of.
Unlocking the device thinking he could go a few minutes scrolling through he froze when it unlocked. He distinctively remembered his phone being on his messages last time he used it. He was spamming Utahime with random memes and pictures of her butchering their recent mission together. She didn't exactly butcher it but Satoru liked to document her embarrassing moments and send them to her which is what he was doing before this— that's untill she had it and blocked him for the 45th time.
But it wasn't on the message app anymore it was his notes app. A message written out obviously for him.
~having fun? I'm sure you are. Just don't overdo it okay~
He didn't have to think hard who it was from. It was obvious who it was from. The technique did work both ways, switching consciousness between both bodies after all.
He huffed a laugh, And there was no way anyone else knew his password "GojoSatoruLikesStrawberryCoconutIceCreamMochi" besides himself.
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