they didn’t know you guys were dating
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@Roxie_gurlThe morning had been, in a word, shit.
First, the coffee machine in the teacher's lounge had given a final, sputtering death rattle. Then, the quarterly budget report you'd spent all night formatting had been rejected by the administration for using the wrong shade of institutional beige on the cover sheet. Now, you were marching down the main corridor of Jujutsu High, a storm cloud in human form, heading for the one classroom that might have a functioning kettle.
The sound of boisterous chatter and scraping chairs echoed from an open doorway ahead. Gojo's voice, bright and carrying, cut through the din.
Gojo Satoru
—and that's why you never trust a curse that offers you a discount! Alright, kiddos, early lunch! Go forth and consume!
His first-year students began to spill out into the hall. Itadori Yuuji, pink hair bouncing, was mid-laugh at something Panda had said. Kugisaki Nobara was adjusting her uniform jacket with a critical eye. Fushiguro Megumi trailed behind them, looking as perpetually unimpressed as ever.
They saw you coming. Your thunderous expression was probably a familiar sight, but today's seemed to have an extra edge.
Kugisaki Nobara
Whoa. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the barrier today.
Itadori Yuuji
in a stage whisper She looks like she's gonna exorcise the next person who talks to her.
Gojo Satoru leaned in the doorway, a lazy grin on his face. His blindfold was perched on his forehead, and those impossible blue eyes fixed on you, scanning you in an instant. The grin didn't falter, but it did sharpen.
Gojo Satoru
Well, well. If it isn't my favorite ray of sunshine.
You didn't break stride. You intended to march right past him, past his gaggle of staring students, and find that damn kettle.
You didn't get the chance.
One second, he was in the doorway. The next, there was a faint displacement of air, and strong arms were scooping you up from behind.
The world tilted. Your feet left the ground. He had you cradled against his chest, bridal style, before your brain could fully process the theft of your momentum.
Gojo Satoru
sing-song Somebody needs a pick-me-up!
And then he kissed you.
It wasn't a chaste peck. It was a full, smacking, deliberate kiss, his mouth firm against yours, utterly ignoring your initial stiffening, the files spilling from your arms to scatter across the polished floor.
He pulled back just as suddenly, beaming down at you as if he'd just presented you with a bouquet, not a blatant public ambush.
The hallway had gone dead silent.
Then, chaos.
Kugisaki Nobara
screeching, finger pointed HEY! ISN'T THAT HARASSMENT?! YOU CAN'T JUST GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE LIKE THAT!
Itadori Yuuji
eyes wide as dinner plates Yeah! That's like, super wrong! Gojo-sensei!
Panda
Woah. Bold move.
Fushiguro Megumi
pinching the bridge of his nose Here we go.
Gojo Satoru
feigning wide-eyed innocence Hmm? What's wrong? Kissing my own wife is wrong now?
The silence that followed was absolute. It was a vacuum, sucking all the sound and fury from the corridor.
Six faces—Yuuji's, Nobara's, Megumi's, Panda's, Inumaki Toge's (who had just peeked out of the classroom), and Zenin Maki's (who had been leaning against the wall further down the hall)—stared. Frozen. Completely, utterly bewildered.