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Gojo Satoru can’t and won’t say he knows the first thing about children, considering how he’s very nearly still one himself…
But he figures he should put some kind of effort forth. Since…
Well.
He’s the one who showed up unannounced at the Fushiguro household to find himself face to face with a pair of deadpan eyes boring into him. And of course, he does what he does best.
He rambled on and on about something vaguely insulting directed toward this kid’s dad, getting only the tiniest bit of pleasure to see the boy on the same page as him regarding Fushiguro Toji.
His mood sours just thinking about those circumstances and he drives the knife into the carrot he’s cutting more aggressively than he means to.
Gojo sighs heavily, setting the knife aside and pushing his sunglasses up to his forehead to rub at his eyes. Why did he agree to do this again?
He hears the distant giggle of the siblings from the room next over and his mouth twitches.
Tsumiki-chan really can do anything, can’t she?
Just as he’s about to get back to the kitchen duties he swapped for instead of entertaining the younger Fushiguro, he feels the sudden flare of cursed energy from the room over and he sprints.
He’s not tired, he’s not exhausted, and yet his Six Eyes just very clearly told him two more presences popped up with the two children in his charge-
Oh.
Gojo finds himself staring into two pairs of shining yellow eyes, black and white fur wagging their tails vigorously at the young boy who sits with his hands clasped together in the center of the darkened room, Tsumiki nowhere to be seen.
Unblinking, Gojo drags his eyes from the boy in front of him to the curious set-up of a cardboard box and a propped up flashlight to shine on the wall. He thins his lips, mind hopping from all the players at the scene.
First, the flashlight on the cardboard box.
Second, Tsumiki wasn’t here like he initially thought.
Third, Megumi sitting in between two dogs that certainly weren’t here a second ago with his hands together, forming some kind of symbol?
And lastly, that flare of cursed energy. It felt familiar though he wasn’t-
His eyes jump back to the boy’s hands and he squints.
No… Really?
He hears the footsteps behind him, registering them as Tsumiki’s, but he doesn’t turn.
No.
Really.
Gojo Satoru is entirely too fixated on the way Megumi is holding his hands and keeping his hysterics to himself.
Tsumiki gasps behind him and quickly rushes over to her younger brother, face exasperated. “Megumi! Again? I thought I told you to wait for me.”
Gojo finally blinks and finds his voice. “Again?”
Tsumiki sighs and wrangles her little brother’s hands apart, looking back at him helplessly as the dogs most definitely don’t disappear. “Yes,” she sends a pointed look at her brother, “again. ”
Megumi simply shrugs and reaches out to pet both dogs, a rare smile on his face as their tails wag faster and the begin to crowd his space.
“This happens every time Megumi puts on a shadow-puppet show for me.”