Series Synopsis: Now in your early thirties you start believing that you'll never find "The One". You decided that "life was in session" and you wanted to become what you have always wanted - a mother. Your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, Hiromi Higuruma, has never gotten over you and he's been tasked by you to help you find the perfect candidate. You get what you desired, a child, but it's weird that they act so much like your best friend. Based on the film "The Switch" starting Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman.
*Note: there will be some changes to the original plot, but for the most part it is the same.
Warning label made by: @saradika-graphics
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Series Content Warnings: MDNI, 18+, ageless blogs will be blocked, sexual themes, masturbation (f and m), oral sex (f receiving), self insemination, p in v sex, unprotected sex, lover to friends, friends to lovers, Hidden Baby Trope but not really, angst, fluff, cussing/cursing, TW pregnancy, TW birth, jealousy, tampering of medical devices, non-Curse AU
Characters: Female Reader (Y/N L/N), and Hiromi Higuruma
Side Characters: Original Characters (male and female), Original Child Characters, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri
Chapter Synopsis: After casually going out with Gojo since you have moved back to Tokyo, he invites you to spend a weekend at his private house in Okinawa. In order to go, you knew one of the little girls at Sarina's daycare was having a slumber party, a perfect place for her to be supervised. When something happens at the party, and you were not available, Higuruma steps up.
Series Synopsis: Now in your early thirties you start believing that you'll never find "The One". You decided that "life was in session" and you wanted to become what you have always wanted - a mother. Your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, Hiromi Higuruma, has never gotten over you and he's been tasked by you to help you find the perfect candidate. You get what you desired, a child, but it's weird that they act so much like your best friend. Based on the film "The Switch" starting Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman.
*Note: there will be some changes to the original plot, but for the most part it is the same.
You spent a lot more time at Gojo’s penthouse apartment, Sarina coming with and being entertained by Megumi or even Yuji if he was there.
Sarina liked Megumi, but it was clear that she was snippy with Yuji and his giddy nature. Both boys didn’t mind, as Yuji was more than inclined to play some made up game with her while Megumi sat on the couch and read.
Gojo slowly introduced toys into the penthouse. He did end up buying her a bunch of Pokémon toys, which he had pouted to you later that it hurt his heart to buy something that wasn’t Digimon. He even had a small room for her – well, small to him but still large in your eyes – and a bed with Torchic plushies and Pokémon themed sheets for her to sleep in.
You only spent the night twice, the bed that Gojo had in his room was more luxurious than a hotel. He never crossed a line with you, only settling with making out and subtly caressing your skin.
During these times, you learned more about Gojo. How he was in high school and college. He had even revealed how Megumi ended up living with him when his own father left him around kindergarten age.
“That's why my passcode is 1222,” Gojo had revealed with a large grin. “December 22nd is Megumi's birthday. I felt it was a good way of showing him that I cared and that I think about him.”
In turn, you revealed a little bit more about yourself, mentioning your writing competitions in high school and college and why you went into journalism in the first place. You had tried not to bring up your family too much, as obviously Gojo was still angry about your sister and Geto getting together. Although, he did like it when you talked about your dad and Wakane.
It felt so nice to just have simple conversations that weren’t just about how Sarina was doing, what she was like at a certain age, and blah, blah. It seems that once you have a kid all conversations were about the child in question or pregnancy.
“So, I have a vacation house in Okinawa…” Gojo began one morning in his kitchen, roughly two weeks after his house party. He was making pancakes and bacon, all while you and Megumi sat at the breakfast bar, the boy absently texting to someone while you held a mug of coffee between your hands.
“Okinawa…?” you echo.
Gojo’s blue eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Yeah, Okinawa,” he confirms. “I thought maybe you and I can go sometime.”
Megumi gagged as he hopped off the stool. “Dude, can you ask her when I’m not around?” he complains gruffly as he walks to the living room to fling himself onto the couch next to Sarina, rather to watch cartoons with the girl then listen to his guardian flirting.
You giggle at Megumi’s reaction. “I’m guessing he knows that’s code for ‘alone time’?” you tease Gojo.
“Yeah, kinda…” Gojo blushes. He put a small stack of pancakes in front of you. “I just… thought it would be nice if we had a little weekend away from kids…”
In a way, you were glad he mentioned it first. Just like how you were enjoying normal conversations that didn’t revolve around Sarina, you like the idea of one weekend with no kids.
Drinking, not having to tiptoe around the house because a child was asleep.
Maybe sex.
Your face felt hot at the realization that you haven’t had proper sex in years. You had your toys and desperately masturbated when you were alone or in the shower.
“You seem to be already thinking about what I’m thinking,” Gojo teases with a wink.
“When do you wanna go…?” you ask him.
“Whenever you want.”
You then began to plan. It just so happened that in the next couple of weeks, one of the little girls from Sarina and Tsubaki’s daycare was having a slumber-birthday party, and they were invited. During the preparation, you talked with the little girl’s mother and Machiko, making sure that Sarina would be well taken care of while you were hours away from Tokyo.
Before the weekend of the trip and slumber party, you were at Higuruma’s firm, sitting on one of the empty desks as Machiko was finishing up her workday before going to pick up Tsubaki and Sarina with you.
“So, you really are going on a weekend trip alone with Satoru?” Machiko grins at you.
“Yep, I need an adult only weekend,” you reply. Then you slapped her arm playfully. “And you have never mentioned that you and he were cousins!”
Machiko shrugs with a smirk on her face. “Well, you never asked,” she playfully says to you. She then chuckles, “Trust me, when Kento found out I thought he was going to freak out, but he only said, ‘Thank God you two aren’t alike’.”
You nod in agreement. “Only thing I can see is that you both have unnaturally blue eyes,” you say.
“A gift and a curse, what can I say?” Machiko sighs dramatically as she filed her last folder with that quarter's financial numbers. “There… at least he’s in the green for once.”
You tilted your head in confusion. “The ‘green'?” you ask.
“Higuruma is actually making a profit this quarter,” Machiko explains. “The last four years has just been him taking so many cases just to pay me and Urabe - that's why I'm only part time here and part time at the stockbroking office.
“I would much rather work full time here than at the office as the hours are much better with Tsubaki, Kento would rather it too, but a lot of times Higuruma barley had money to pay the rent here and utilities.” Machiko gives a sigh. “That's also why he offers all the time to babysit Tsubaki, he says if he can't pay me money properly, he can then ‘pay’ me to have alone time with my husband.”
You blink. It made sense with Higuruma how much he would be in the hole since he started his own firm out of the blue.
“Kento had to make sure the loans were properly done, and Higuruma has been making dedicated payments to the loans and now he is just profiting a little bit,” Machiko then added. “Guy is gonna overwork himself to death. I don't know who is going to win that race – Higuruma or Kento.”
The opening of the firm door cut into the conversation, Urabe walking in his black suit and leather-bound briefcase, an unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Well, I'm racing for lung cancer, so maybe I'll die first,” he sarcastically mutters as he went to his desk.
“Your charming personality says otherwise,” Machiko mutters to him sarcastically. She turned back to you and went over the plan for the girls once again. “Okay, so after the slumber party, I'll pick up Sarina along with Tsubaki so she will be at my place for you to pick up once you're back from Okinawa.”
“Oki-what now…?” Higuruma's voice finally came in as he entered the firm from his private door that led to his apartment.
“Y/N is doing a trip to Okinawa with Satoru this weekend,” Machiko explains with a smile. “We were just talking about how Sarina will be coming back with me after a slumber party that's happening.”
Higuruma hesitated in his footsteps. “I mean… I can watch Sarina, that's no pro-"
You cut him off, “No, Machiko said she can watch Sarina.” Your voice felt a little rushed, your hands in the air in front of you and waving him off. “You just focus on finishing up your cases.”
Higuruma glared at Machiko. “You showed her my reports, didn't you?” He didn't sound angry, just tired.
“No,” Machiko replies smoothly.
“Oh, okay-"
“I just told her about it.”
Higuruma groans as he puts a hand to his head. He glances over at you. “So, Okinawa?”
You nod your head quickly. “Yep, just a weekend trip with Satoru,” you inform casually.
Before Higuruma could say anything, Machiko piped up, “Alright, done! Let's get the girls!” She was already dragging you out the door, you waving goodbye to both Higuruma and Urabe.
Once the door was shut, Higuruma collapsed into his chair, face buried in his hands. “Fuck…” he groans.
“Didn't know she and the rich guy were at that spot in their relationship,” Urabe comments, clicking his lighter to light the flame for his cigarette.
“She shouldn't be going…” Higuruma grumbles.
“Uh, last time I checked, you and she weren't a thing,” Urabe bites. “You can't-"
“Y/N probably thinks she's obligated because she thinks Sarina is Gojo's kid.”
Gags and coughing were heard from Urabe. “Um, what the fuck…!?” he then sputters.
“Sarina is my daughter…” Higuruma then expresses, his voice wavering. “I fucked up, I fucked up so bad…!” He grips his hands into his dark hair, eyes wide with panic.
Urabe was glaring at Higuruma for a moment, then just shrugged indifferently. “Oh, okay, I wasn’t crazy then.”
Higuruma felt his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “HUH!?”
Urabe shrugs again. “I was wondering why that little girl was basically your clone,” he says. “Same dark hair, dark eyes, and she definitely has your attitude.” He then laughs when he notices Higuruma leaning his head against his propped-up hand, him angrily pouting at whatever was in front of him. “She even does that same face you’re making right now!”
Higuruma used his free hand to grab a random pen from his desk and chuck it at Urabe. “Shut the fuck up!”
Urabe only chuckles, “Dude, Y/N is going to fucking kill you.”
Higuruma removes his hand to allow his head to slam into his desk. “I know…” he groaned miserably. “She’ll never want to talk to me again... or worse...”
“You won’t be able to see Sarina.” Urabe finishes matter-of-factly.
Higuruma nodded slightly. “I can honestly live without Y/N, I have been the last four years... but Sarina, I wouldn’t be able to.”
He was honest. He dreads the possibility of never seeing the little girl, his daughter, again. People may be comparing her to him, but all he saw in that little girl was the best parts of you.
Sarina has your giggle, she has your eye-shape, and she has your smile. Sarina was everything he would want with a child – the best of you.
When Higuruma and you were dating, there was very small talk about having children. You were excited at the thought of becoming a mother, but you had noticed his hesitation. It wasn’t like he didn’t want kids; he just didn’t know if he should and if he would be the best father.
“So, how are you going to tell her?” Urabe then asks, breaking Higuruma’s thoughts.
“I have no fucking idea.”
You had a suitcase of clothes packed for the weekend, and you had Sarina’s bag packed for her slumber party and also her time with the Nanami household.
Gojo had arrived that Friday at your apartment, his usual sunglasses perched on his face, him wearing a casual blue shirt and jeans. His white hair was styled in a messy way, him looking more boyish than man as he smiled at you when you opened the door.
“Ready to go?” he asks you.
You nod as you went to grab your suitcase, however, Gojo already snagged it and Sarina’s overnight bag.
“Sarina!” you call out. “We’re leaving!”
Her soft pitter-patter ran from her room; her dark hair already disheveled despite you just brushing it ten minutes ago, a small present in her hands for the friend. As Sarina stood next to your leg, you began petting her hair back in a lame attempt to fix it.
Gojo grins at Sarina, kneeling to her level. “You excited for that party with your friends?” he asks her. Sarina nods in response. “Oh, that’s good!”
He then led you and Sarina from the apartment to downstairs to his small SUV he had specially purchased so he could have a proper car seat for Sarina. Gojo then opened the back hatch and put the bags inside next to his own. Once he did, he opened the back door to help you put Sarina in the car seat. When Sarina was safely strapped in, Gojo opened the door for you to get in the passenger seat.
The house that the little girl was having her party at wasn’t that far from your apartment. Once you arrive, you get out and retrieved Sarina and her overnight bag. The little girl’s mother gave you a soft smile when you two approached, her taking Sarina’s bag from your hand and Sarina squealed in delight seeing Tsubaki already there.
“Bye-Bye, Mama!” Sarina shouts as she runs inside.
“Bye, honey, please be good!” you call out to her.
“OKAY!”
Now you sit back in the car, Gojo driving towards the airport. You glanced at your phone every other minute, seeing if you had any messages regarding Sarina.
“Hey, Y/N?” Gojo softly calls you. You glance at him, away from your phone. “She’ll be okay,” he assures you. “She’s a tough little cookie.”
You chuckle. “Maybe I’m worrying too much…” you decide.
“It just means you’re a great mom,” Gojo smiles. “A good mother always concerns for her children.”
At that moment, Gojo had pulled into the airport, driving down a private path away from the commercial flights. A private jet was already up and running, you blinking in surprise as Gojo stopped the vehicle next to private attendants.
“You… own a plane?” you question Gojo, surprise in your voice.
Gojo sheepishly nods. “And a yacht… a private hotel in South Korea, where we are going in Okinawa, and a section of private beach in Malaysia.” He runs his hand through his hair.
Your mouth drops in realization. “Wait… so, Nanami and Machiko’s honeymoon in Malaysia-”
“A gift from me for their wedding,” Gojo finishes, his face flushed red in embarrassment. “Nanami always talked about Malaysia, and I even offered to watch Tsubaki since she was a couple of months old, so they went for a week.” His eyes soften as he glances out his window before cutting the engine. “Machiko literally called every hour to make sure Tsbuaki was okay, and it… was nice, to see a mother really care for her child.”
You were about to ask why, when one of the attendants opened your and Gojo’s doors to assist you out. Both yours and Gojo’s suitcases were already grabbed by another attendant and taken to the plane.
Gojo gestured for you to go up the steps first, and you comply, him so close behind you that you could feel his body heat. Inside the plane, there were few seats, large and plush. Gojo led you to a set of seats next to each other, and as soon as you sat down, an attendant brought you a glass of water before taking off.
The flight was only roughly three hours, and you were casually talking with Gojo as you glanced at your phone in case there were any updates with Sarina. The plane landed without a hitch, and Gojo took your hand gently to lead you down the steps of the plane. A private limo was greeting you two, and Gojo once again held the door for you for you to enter in.
The drive to the private lodging along the beach line was short, and when you two arrived, your eyes widened with awe. A lovely white condo that was two stories tall, with modern angles and a balcony that led from the master bedroom overlooking the water.
“Wow, this is so beautiful!” you exclaim.
“It’s better during the sunset on the water,” Gojo expresses with a small smile. “It almost looks like a sea of fire.”
Inside the luxurious condo, it smelled faintly of cherry blossoms, everything freshly cleaned and dusted prior to their arrival. The kitchen was fully stocked for their weekend, fresh fruit in a bowl on the kitchen island counter, and cupboards filled with clean dishes.
The attendants that had served you on the plane were long gone, and the driver of the limo took his leave. Inside the condo, the windows were open, the gentle breeze from the sea bringing saltiness to mix with the cherry blossoms.
“This place is so nice,” you comment, you wander around the condo, your hands gently caressing banisters from the stairs, noting the dark, polished wood.
“I got this condo, I don't know, maybe eight years ago…?” Gojo questions his memory. “I did it mainly so we could have family vacations. Megumi enjoys it here for the most part, and when we invite Yuji and his other friends it's almost like American Spring Break here!”
You laugh at his example. “A bunch of preteens to teenagers partying, I bet it was crazy,” you giggle.
“I pay the maids extra well…” Gojo sighs with a chuckle. “I feel so bad when this place gets trashed by teenage boys.”
You glance around the spotless kitchen that you two were standing in. Stainless steel appliances sparkled and shined from recent polishing; the hardwood floors were shining from recent waxing.
“I feel like it’s more sterile than an operating room in a hospital,” you joke.
“Yuji has eaten off the floor before,” Gojo laughs. “So, I think you’re right, it is more sterile here.”
Gojo then took your and his suitcases and gestured with his head for you to follow. You oblige as you follow him up a spiral suitcase, the wood a dark mahogany. There were multiple bedrooms on the second floor, the doors open and showing clean white linen and bedding on king sized mattresses. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom, Gojo setting down the suitcases so he could fish out a key from his pocket to unlock the door.
“Gotta keep it locked up,” Gojo informs. “All the other rooms have giant baths and enough space, no one needs to go in my personal room.”
The master bedroom was monochrome in color scheme. The walls were painted a light gray that reminded you of the skies in the Autumn and Winter seasons. Tall oak dressers lined up along the east wall, the tops decorated with personal photos and small trinkets. The only source of color in the room was the large bed; the largest one you had ever seen.
If hotels had King Size beds, this bed was seemingly double the size. Bedding a deep sapphire, silky to the touch, and pillows upon pillows stacked against the headboard.
“I didn’t know they made beds the size of my college dorm room…!” you gape, your fingers touching the silky bedding.
“It’s an Alaskan King size,” says Gojo as he stands next to you. “Pretty much the biggest bed you can buy without making a custom order.”
“Why so big…!?”
“I’m 6’2,” Gojo deadpans. “I like to stretch out.”
You recall the bed in Gojo’s room. It seemed like it was a bit bigger than a King, but it was nowhere near the size of the bed in front of you. Gojo often stretched on his bed and there was still plenty of room.
After unpacking your suitcase, you unlocked your phone to see if there were any updates. There was a photo messaged to you, the little girl’s mother from the slumber party had sent you a picture of Sarina and Tsubaki with frosting on their faces.
“Looks like the girls are enjoying their time,” Gojo says casually by your ear, causing you to jump and nearly drop your phone. “Sarina is fine… I think you should follow her example and enjoy your time too.”
So, you did.
You had slipped into the one-piece bathing suit you had packed, a white coverup draping over your body like a veil. Your bathing suit was a solid purple and covered your body protectively.
Gojo was wearing red swim trunks with an unbuttoned white short-sleeved shirt, his white hair disheveled as his black sunglasses covered his sensitive eyes. He insisted on holding your hand as you two walked along the private beachline, feeling the cool ocean water splashing onto your feet and occasionally up your legs.
When a particularly large wave crashed into your legs, you fell onto your butt in the wet sand, feeling more water soak into you. You only laughed as when Gojo tried to help you up, another wave crashed into him and he fell backwards, the waves nearly taking his sunglasses into the ocean.
Playfully splashing at each other, smiles plastered onto your faces, you allowed yourself to be picked up by Gojo and spun around like you were Princess Ariel at the end of “The Little Mermaid”. He pressed his lips against yours, his hands gripping tightly around you as you held onto his neck, siding your tongue in his mouth.
Skin now sun-kissed, you and Gojo made your way back into the condo. A light meal was prepared, pan fried salmon with a side of asparagus, marinated in garlic butter. You two ate in silence as you savored the flavor of the fish.
“Didn’t know you could cook,” you admit. “I thought with growing up with money you didn’t have to do that.”
“I was taught by our maids and chef when I was a kid,” Gojo replies. “I always liked cooking, so I do cook at home for Megumi and myself.” He took another bite of salmon. “Do you cook a lot…?”
You chuckle nervously. “Throughout the pregnancy and with Sarina and I living with my dad and Wakane, Wakane did a lot of the cooking, let’s just say Mama's grilled cheese is not the same as Soba Wakane’s, even if I buy the same bread, cheese, and butter brands.”
“Picky eater, huh?” Gojo questions softly. “It makes sense, she is four.”
You both finished your meals as the sun began to set outside. Eagerly, Gojo grabs your hand and takes you back upstairs to the master bedroom, opening the large glass doors to get onto the balcony.
The sun started dipping under the horizon, the skies the beautiful mix of magentas, purples, and oranges, blending perfectly for a surreal skyline. The ocean, just as Gojo had said, was a blaze of oranges and reds, as though the waters were set on fire, shimmering like blood diamonds.
“Wow…” you breathed in astonishment. “This is so beautiful…!”
“Yeah, it is,” Gojo only murmurs back. You turn your head only to see him staring at you and not the ocean.
After a day in the sand, covered in sunscreen and salt from the ocean, Gojo suggested that you take a long relaxing shower. You took him up on that, the bathroom being as large as the kitchen downstairs. The water took only moments to heat up, steam already wafting around you.
The shower was already stocked up on products that you already used. You exhale in relaxation as the suds cover your skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a relaxing shower, as a mom you were constantly on high alert to make sure Sarina was safe.
As you exited the shower, you felt the steam caressing you gently. The towel was plush and wiped away the water on your skin with ease, you hand drying your hair with another plush towel. On the counter, you had your brush and lotion, next to it was the lingerie that you had purchased before your trip.
You were embarrassed when you were at the shop with Machiko and Shoko, saying that you shouldn’t be wearing something like that anyways. Of course, both Machiko and Shoko told you to get it, both saying that your body was stunning.
The scent of cherry vanilla glided across your legs as you moisturized. You brushed through your hair, it mostly dried now from your efforts. The lingerie almost mocked you as it was folded neatly on the counter.
With a deep breath, you slipped into it, a teddy that was stark white and cupped your breasts. A slight breeze almost startled you as the lingerie you had chosen was a crotchless teddy. You glanced at the mirror, seeing how the piece clung to you, the sides showing your bare skin with remnants of your pregnancy.
Thick stretch marks decorated your abdomen, making you feel self-conscious. Your sister didn’t have the same markings, and she had four kids. Machiko didn’t have any stretch marks either, which made you frown to yourself.
You could hear soft pattering in the master bedroom, bringing you back to reality. It wasn’t spoken during the day, but you had a feeling that tonight you and Gojo were going to sleep together. Red flushed your cheeks as you began to feel apprehensive as you realized that you haven’t had proper sex in five years.
As you exited the bathroom, you caught Gojo stripping off his t-shirt, his hair still damp from taking a shower from one of the extra rooms. He glanced over at you, his eyes widening with awe.
“Is… this too much…?” you ask shyly.
“God… you’re breath taking…” he replies softly.
You blink in surprise. “R-Really…?”
“Of course…”
Candles were lit in the room, an amber glow dancing across the walls. You sat on the bed, already feeling Gojo’s body heat as he hovers above you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder to push you down. Your back hits the mattress, the material cushioning you. Once again, Gojo brushes his lips against yours, his one hand trailing up your leg and just barely reaches your exposed pussy.
“So beautiful…” Gojo sighs into your mouth.
Glistened abs pinned you to the mattress as he continued to kiss you, you grip your hands in his stark white hair. You felt a light brush against your folds, his fingers lightly teasing. Embarrassingly, you could feel your arousal leaking from you.
“Already wet, huh…?” Gojo breaths with a grin against your lips. “Well, lets put that into good use, yeah?”
A finger pushed inside you, slow and deliberate. A small gasp escapes you as you felt his finger go in and slightly curl against your walls. Subconsciously, you bucked your hips against his hand, his hand now cupping your entrance as he slipped another finger in you.
“Pretty girl, it’s been a bit for you hasn’t it…?” Gojo teases as he pumps his fingers slowly.
You felt every inch, biting your lips together so you couldn’t moan helplessly – to beg for him to skip foreplay and just fuck you senselessly.
“You can let it out…” Gojo coaxes, using his thumb to circle around your clit. “Be as loud as you want… let go.” He slips a third finger in you, and you whimper loudly. “Good girl…” he praises.
He continues to kiss your mouth, your jawline, your collarbone – wherever skin was exposed. His long fingers pump in and out of you, the squelching of your slick filling the room along with your moans and pants.
Before you could cry out for him to just fuck you already, he removed his fingers, them covered with your arousal before he licked them clean. A gasp escapes you at the sight. A grin widely spreads across his face.
“God, I know I have a sweet tooth but fuck you taste better than any candy or cake I’ve ever had…” Gojo moans deliriously. He lowered himself down to your pussy, a tongue licking your slit while you nearly squealed. “God… from the source it’s so delicious…”
Gojo then sits back on his heels, his chin slick with your juices, as he slips his boxers off to reveal his hard cock smacking against his abdomen. Tip a plush pink, leaking precum, long and girthy. You hadn’t had proper sex in a while, so you immediately felt apprehensive of his size.
“I’ll go slow…” he assures with a soft whisper. He pinned you to the bed, his length lining up to your entrance, the tip just barely grazes your folds. An animalistic moan escapes your throat, just that small graze of a real dick setting you on edge. “I know, baby, I know…” he whispers to you as he slowly pushes in.
“Oh… Oh, my God…” you pant with a whine. The stretch you were feeling better than any set of fingers, better than any custom dildo you had ever purchased. As you moan, you grip your hands to his shoulders, nails digging in. Another inch pushes in, you feel every vein and every twitch as you moaned like a damn virgin whore. “More… more…” was all you kept babbling.
Gojo obliges as he pushed in deeper, finally bottoming out inside you. You never felt so close to him, your heartbeat overlapping and then syncing perfectly with his. A slow roll of his hips and you cried out with pleasure. A wicked grin spreads on his features as he pulls out halfway only to slam back into you.
The pace was brutal, his tip slamming nearly to your cervix with each thrust. At one point, Gojo threw your legs over his shoulders, forcing you to arch as he angles his thrusts deeper into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the slapping against skin filling your ears along with how wet your slick cunt sounded as he just kept going.
Your core felt wounded tight, each thrust threatening to make it snap. God, when was the last time you had a proper orgasm…? You couldn’t remember as Gojo’s thick cock kept pounding into you, his mouth desperately sucking on any exposed skin he could find.
“So… so close… you moaned as he pounded into you. “God… Satoru… make me… mng… make me cum, please…!”
It seemed with your words he wanted to get deeper inside, removing your legs from his shoulder as he forces your knees to your shoulders, a brutal mating press, your pussy practically sucking his cock into ever deeper. Sweat dripped from Gojo’s forehead as he glances at your connecting bodies.
“God… look at how well she’s taking me…” he whispers lowly. “Gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…?”
You could barely move your head, but when you did, you saw where he was buried inside you. Slick covered his lower abdomen and your thighs. You felt yourself pulsating and clenching around his cock, just desperate to get off, just seeing how his lower body tensed up.
“You said you were close…?” he questions. “So am I…” He removes himself halfway once again and slams into your desperate cunt. “My offer still stands…” he pants. “You want another baby…?” Another slam into you, a free hand reaching to your sensitive clit, pinching and rubbing it in circles as you moan his name like a mantra.
“I want another baby… I want one… please….” You were babbling at this point.
After another thrust, made you cry out as you felt a blinding orgasm escape you. You felt a gush of your arousal coat your thighs as it leaked around Gojo’s cock. A groan escapes him as you felt him still, hot semen spilling into you, cock twitching against your walls.
For a moment, the two of you lay there, panting. Slowly, Gojo pulled out, seeing his cum mixed with your slick leaking from your hole. Fingers stuffed it back inside you, a moan rumbling from your mouth as you clenched around his fingers.
“Can’t have a baby if you’re wasting it…” Gojo murmurs as he kept you plugged up with his fingers.
A soft gasp releases from your lips as you felt your eyes flutter, your heartrate desperately trying to calm. You felt completely relaxed as you felt your eyes shut, your body instinctively wanting to curl up to him. He lowered himself to your side, fingers still inside you, as you finally curled into his warmth.
“By the way…” Gojo softly whispers to you as he pecks kisses into your hair. “This lingerie…? Crotchless? Super hot…”
As you fell asleep, you were none the wiser that you had left your phone downstairs on the kitchen table when you had dinner. Ten missed calls in less than five minutes, two of them the mom from the slumber party, two from Machiko, and six from Higuruma.
The newest text message lit up the screen from Higuruma.
Higuruma: Damn it Y/N, something happened at the party – something about a kid showed up with pink eye…? Machiko had to take Tsubaki to the doctor and I was asked to take Sarina to her doctor, but you never switched her pediatrician, so I might have to take her to Sendai so your dad and Wakane can help me take her. Please CALL me as soon as you get this.
Higuruma finished typing up that message after leaving his sixth voicemail to you.
Why the fuck is she not answering…!?
Deep in his heart he knew why – you probably left your phone somewhere and either getting yourself fucked or you were asleep after getting fucked.
Machiko had called Higuruma nearly in tears, saying that you weren’t answering and the mom at the slumber party was asking everyone to pick up their daughters. One girl had still come to the party, despite not feeling well, and the mom saw that the tyke had Pink Eye. A couple of other girls, including Tsubaki and Sarina, were rubbing at their eyes complaining of itchiness.
Higuruma drove to the party as fast as he could, closing his firm up and getting into his beaten sedan, which thankfully had an extra car seat for Sarina, and flooring it to the address Machiko had given him. He nearly ran three red lights, but he didn’t care.
As soon as he was at the door and knocked, the mom that hosted the party opened the door quickly and saw him. Before he could introduce himself, the mom called over her shoulder, “Sarina, your daddy is here to pick you up!”
Higuruma couldn’t correct her, because it was true, he was Sarina’s father. Sarina had bounded up to the door, her small suitcase rolling behind her as she looked up at Higuruma. It didn’t seem she wanted to correct the mother either that it was “Uncle Hiro” picking her up.
With a pout and huff, most likely from starting to feel unwell, she threw herself around his leg. Without hesitation, he picked her up and let her rest her cheek on his suited shoulder.
“Take her to the pediatrician or an urgent care,” the mom ordered lightly. “Start her on some antibiotics.”
“Of course,” Higuruma replies as he began heading back to his car. His mind was racing – should he drive all the way to Sendai for Sarina’s doctor…? He wasn’t on any of her emergency forms for medical as far as he was aware.
“Unc… Daddy…” Sarina groans miserably from her car seat. “I don’t feel good… I want my Torchic plushies… I want Mama…” She began to cry, her once bright, dark eyes, clouded in pain and misery.
“I know, sweetheart…” Higuruma replies softly. “Let me get a plan going, okay…?”
Sarina continued to cry as she rubbed her eyes.
Higuruma couldn’t take seeing her like this, so he made the executive decision to take Sarina to the nearest urgent care. Once he pulled into the parking lot for the first one he saw, he quickly grabbed his phone and began typing in information. As an attorney, he had access to certain websites and programs to search for things for his clients.
One program he searched for was Sarina’s and your medical information. He found Sarina’s insurance number without a problem, and a few normal documents were uploaded for her. One document was a release of information form and allowable parties to have a decision with medical treatments.
Higuruma could have cried with relief that for some reason he saw his name listed as a person next to your dad’s name, Wakane’s, Yukiko’s, and your mother’s name. He had been listed as allowable party since Sarina was born.
God, this makes it so much easier…!
Sarina continued to cry in the backseat as Higuruma got out of the car and opened her door. Her eyes were tinged red and she was sweating.
“I wanna go home…!” Sarina cries miserably, her little voice cracking, her gasping for air between cries as Higuruma undid her straps.
“I know sweetheart, I know…” Higuruma soothes. “But I’m taking you to get some medicine so you’re not hurting…”
“Can you be my daddy…? For the doctor…?” Sarina asks him. “I don’t like telling people I don’t have a daddy…”
“Of course, Sarina,” Higuruma promises. “I’ll tell them I’m your daddy.”
Shouldn’t be hard since you are my daughter…
Getting Sarina inside wasn’t a hassle, she gripped to him like a koala. At the front desk the receptionist took one look at Higuruma and Sarina and handed him a clipboard.
“Please fill our her and your information,” the receptionist orders in a bored tone.
“Yes, Ma’am…” With a free hand, Higuruma grabbed the clipboard and sat at the first set of chairs. He positioned Sarina to still have her face buried in his shoulder, tears stained his suit, but he didn’t care.
He filled out the form with surprisingly adequate knowledge. Higuruma put her birthday in without hesitation. He put his and your information as the parents and put his relationship as “separated” for you and him. Overall, despite not being Sarina’s father “legally”, and only knowing her for a few months, he sure knew a lot of information that most fathers didn’t know about their children without bugging their wives or moms with basic information.
Once Higuruma handed back the clipboard to the receptionist, the woman was prepared to ask for your number to fill in any gaps of information. Her eyes blink in surprise that the forms were filled out perfectly.
“Oh, what a good dad you are!” she chortles. “Most dads don’t even know the year their kid was born let alone everything you put down here!” She starts typing on her computer. “What are you brining…” She squints at Higuruma’s handwriting. “… Sarina in for?”
“She has a fever, I was called to pick her up from a slumber party due to suspected Pink Eye,” Higuruma explains. He adjusted Sarina on his hip, her face buried into his shoulder. “She keeps rubbing her eyes too,” he adds.
“Suspected… Pink Eye…” the receptionist says aloud as she types. “Alright, I’ll let the doctor know.”
Both Higuruma and Sarina sat in the small waiting room, the small girl whining on occasion. They were finally called back to a small exam room and Higuruma placed Sarina on the exam table, him standing next to her.
The doctor came in and examined Sarina, him doing a couple of swabs inside her mouth and even swabbing her eyes. To be on the safe side, the doctor did swabs on Higuruma as well. As the doctor began to put the swabs in a biohazard bag to be sent to the lab, Higuruma approached the doctor.
“Hey, um, is it possible to run a paternity test with those samples…?” Higuruma asked in a hushed voice.
The doctor looked uncomfortable, his gaze darting between him and Sarina. “Um… why…?” he questions hesitantly.
Higuruma shifts his weight uncomfortably. “Um… very bitter divorce going on…” he lies casually. “My attorney suggested it to be on the safe side.” He wasn’t lying about that kind of advice – he has heard many prosecutors demanding tests during divorce trials.
“I can… see if it can be added…” the doctor hesitantly agrees. He then glanced at the clipboard with Sarina’s information. “So, is this the address to send any results?”
“Yes, that is my address,” Higuruma assures.
The urgent care managed to do a rapid test to test Sarina and Higuruma with any ailments. She was positive for Pink Eye and prescribed her some antibiotic eye drops and something to reduce the fever. Higuruma was given a light dose of eye drops as a precaution since his tests were inconclusive.
“And… we’ll let you know about the other results,” the doctor informs. “Though, I highly doubt there would be a need… that little girl is your Mini-Me.”
“Just… being precautious…” Higuruma lies smoothly once again, his palms sweating. “Honestly, I highly doubt the results wouldn’t be what I think.”
As Higuruma got Sarina back into his car, the little girl was dozing off from her fever. He placed the small white bag with her and his prescriptions on the seat next to her. While Sarina had never spent the night at his home, he took her there anyways as where else were they supposed to go?
Just as he arrived back at the firm, his phone began ringing with your picture and name on his screen.
“Hey, Y/N…” Higuruma answers his phone.
“WHAT HAPPENED WITH MY BABY!?”
You barely hear it, the sound of your phone dinging from notifications and ringing from calls.
Absently, you throw your hand to the side trying to find your phone on your nightstand, only for your hand to smack against a broad chest.
Your eyes flew open, trying to sit up, but realizing you were pinned with heavy weight. Gojo was lightly snoring next to you, and the ache between your legs and his fingers still plugged in you made you realize you were not dreaming.
Gojo groans as he blinked open his bright blue eyes, a sigh escaping him.
“You alright…?” he breathes softly.
“M-My phone…” you whisper back. “I hear it going off a lot…”
Gojo slowly sits up, removing his hand from your sex-swollen cunt. “I can get it for you…” he yawns as he gets up from the bed, his soft shaft slapping against his thigh.
To think it was in you mere a couple of hours ago…
Within a few minutes, Gojo returned with your phone, handing it to you.
“Looks like both Machiko and Higuruma called… I got a missing call from Machiko too,” Gojo says.
You immediately grabbed your phone, looking at various text messages. You then listened to your voicemail, hearing Machiko’s choked up voice as she expressed that she was taking Tsubaki to the doctor to see if she had contracted Pink Eye. In one of her voicemails, she had mentioned that she called Higuruma.
Higuruma’s voicemails were concerning. The more he left, the more he sounded unhinged. He had mentioned taking Sarina to Sendai to her pediatrician and would be asking your father and Wakane to assist him because of paperwork.
You felt a pang of guilt, realizing that you had never told him that he had always been part of Sarina’s paperwork since the day she was born.
You immediately dial Higuruma’s number, it only ringing once before he answered.
“Hey, Y/N…” Higuruma says when he answered the phone.
“WHAT HAPPENED WITH MY BABY!?” you shout into the phone, worry and guilt in your voice.
The one time… the one time you left the city, left your daughter in the care of someone that wasn’t your family or Machiko, something has happened to your baby, and you weren’t there to comfort her.
“Hey, I know I left some harsh messages…” Higuruma admits with a sigh, his voice pitched with guilt. “I panicked a bit… but I got her to an urgent care and Sarina was prescribed antibiotic eye drops.”
“She has Pink Eye…?” you ask, your voice breaking.
“Yeah… she’s miserable.”
“My baby… oh, my poor baby…”
“I got her, so don’t worry… I managed to find her information online for insurance.” There was then a bitter laugh on his end. “By the way, thanks for letting me know that I was part of her medical forms… I felt like I had to lie on the stand or some shit.”
Your guilt was replaced by anger. “Excuse me!?” you grit. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a fucking ass at the end of my pregnancy I would’ve told you!”
“If you remember correctly, you shut me out!” Another bitter chuckle. “After you asked me to help you with how horny you were!”
You scoff, completely bewildered, face red. “You went too far with that!”
“You were not complaining at the time!” he counters.
You clenched your jaw. “And you literally changed your number, and I walked in your old apartment and there was some chick there! I felt like an idiot!”
Higuruma was silent, taking a deep to collect himself, and finally said, “Okay, I was hurt when I got home from the hospital the day Sarina was born.”
Your heart stopped. “What…?”
Another sigh, as though he was mentally hitting himself for letting it slip. “I… I rushed to Sendai after Wakane told me you were in labor. I called you a couple of times and it went to voicemail, so she called me back with your phone. I was there after Sarina was born though… but Wakane basically told me to leave.”
A beat. Another beat.
You don’t remember seeing your call log regarding Higuruma.
“Y-You were there…?” you felt tears sting your eyes. “Why would Wakane tell you to leave…?”
“Said we both needed to move on. I figured that was what you wanted since you had just given birth.”
You took a shaky breath. “I… didn’t want you out of my life… I never did.” You could tell that Higuruma stopped breathing on the other side of the line. “Please keep her safe… I’ll be back on the next flight that can be arranged.”
“She’ll be safe with me.”
Once Higuruma hung up with you, he got Sarina out of the car and got them both upstairs to his apartment over the firm.
Sarina groans and rubs her face affectionately against his shoulder. “Daddy…” she whines. “I wanna sleeeeeeeeep.”
Higuruma pats her back. “I know… I know… I’ll tuck you in after we take our medicine.”
“Medicine is icky…”
“Do you want to feel better?”
“Yesssss…”
“Then we have to take our medicine.”
Inside the firm he made his way to the door that led to the apartment portion of the building. Inside the home, Higuruma walked to his bedroom to place Sarina in bed. He took off her shoes and brushed her damp hair back.
“I need you to look up for me, okay?” Higuruma said to her, tilting her chin up so she was looking at the ceiling. “And this is going to sound weird but keep your eyes open so I can put medicine on it.”
Higuruma had grabbed the prescription bag when he had unbuckled Sarina. He took her prescription out and read the directions. Two drops per eye twice a day. Simple enough.
Sarina squirmed and tried to flinch away from the drops, but Higuruma calmly talked to her. His voice was low and soothing, telling her if she stayed still, it wouldn’t take long and she could go to bed.
Her once bright eyes were now pink and inflamed, tears. And Higuruma could already see the pus of the inflammation settling into her lashes. Her fever was still a little high, so he gave her the fever reducing medication. He was thankful that she was already in pajamas, him lifting his duvet back so she could get under the covers.
Higuruma got his night clothes and changed in the bathroom, coming out in a plain white shirt and plaid pants. He planned on sleeping in the living room on the couch, taking an extra pillow and was beginning to move toward his door.
“Daddy… can you sleep with me…?” Sarina whined miserably.
He gave a small smile as he went back to bed and got under the covers with her. Sarina immediately cuddled up to him, burying her face into his arm. Her breaths slowed as she fell asleep.
“Goodnight, Sarina…” Higuruma whispers before pecking a kiss on her head.
A/N: The reference that Machiko makes about her and Gojo's eyes being a "blessing and a curse" is a nod to Gojo's Six Eyes in canon and Machiko's Cursed Technique "Probability" that is seen in my other work, "Cursed Vessel".
The picture used in the banner of Higuruma is the EXACT face Urabe is talking about that he says he see Sarina sporting when she is pouting/upset.
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I do want to quickly apologize for the long update. I was making the chapter way too long and decided to cut it in half. I also suffered from writer's block horribly, but after seeing the "Jujutsu Kaisen: Execution" movie in theaters I felt more inspired to write.
I am super excited for season 3 because we all know my second husband is FINALLY being animated <3 Higuruma
Chapter Synopsis: After moving back to Tokyo, you had decided to give dating your sperm donor, Satoru Gojo, a try. While your daughter, Sarina, clearly doesn't have a close bond with Gojo, it has come to Higuruma's attention that his relation with Sarina is deeper than first realized.
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Content Warning: swearing/cussing, sexual encounters implied, jealously. tampering with medical equipment/specimens.
18+, MDNI
Series Synopsis: Now in your early thirties you start believing that you'll never find "The One". You decided that "life was in session" and you wanted to become what you have always wanted - a mother. Your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, Hiromi Higuruma, has never gotten over you and he's been tasked by you to help you find the perfect candidate. You get what you desired, a child, but it's weird that they act so much like your best friend. Based on the film "The Switch" starting Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman.
*Note: there will be some changes to the original plot, but for the most part it is the same.
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It took over a month to settle in your new apartment with Sarina.
Gojo had even come over and helped unpack. Once your daily unboxing quota was reached, he would treat you and Sarina to a small dinner, something very simple such as WcDonalds. Clearly, Gojo was trying to connect with Sarina, often asking her questions to get to know her.
The girl was worse than Fort Knox, her answers short and annoyed.
Gojo was trying to see if he saw himself in that little girl. Did she like basketball? No. Did she enjoy sweet things? Only to an extent. He couldn't tell if her eye shape was more like yours or his.
Sarina was biologically his daughter… they should have something in common, right?
He had already taken you out on two dates officially. Once was a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant in a private section. The second date was to an opera where it had moved you to tears.
By the third time going out, it was to lunch, and he said it was okay to bring Sarina. It was at a smaller diner, family owned. Gojo was already sitting in a booth as you and Sarina slid in.
“Sorry we’re late, Satoru,” you breathed as you settled. “Sometimes getting Sarina ready is a challenge…”
And a challenge it was.
First, Sarina didn’t want to get dressed. Then, she wanted to dress herself, which only ended with a hot pink shirt and polka dotted pants that were bright yellow. So, you had to change her, this time, to a light blue shirt with a unicorn and a black skort. She fought with you while you were brushing her hair. She fought while you insisted on brushing her teeth.
“Oh, it's no issue,” Gojo assures with an easy smile. “Young ones can be a challenge.” He took a sip of his soda before smiling at Sarina. “So, how are you today, Sarina?”
“I wanna go home,” Sarina huffs.
“Oh…” Gojo trails off, unsure what to say next. “Um… did you have fun with your daycare today…?”
“I played with Tsubaki,” she answers, her mouth a small frown. “Then Uncle Hiro with Aunt Machi took us home.”
Gojo seemed to be a little uneasy. He was trying so hard to connect with her.
Man, it's almost like trying to get Megumi to like me again…
You and Gojo then began chatting, Gojo desperately trying to include Sarina in conversation. All Sarina did was move her food around on her plate; she had asked for pizza, and of course it wasn't the one she wanted.
“Hey, so I’m doing a little get-together this weekend,” Gojo then says. “Like, a house party…? I’m inviting my old high school friends, and I think you know them… Shoko Ieiri and Kento Nanami.”
“Oh, yeah, I know them, Shoko was a roommate of mine back in college,” you inform with a small smile. “Nanami, I know because of Hiro mainly, Nanami helps me with investing into smaller stocks.”
Gojo lit up at that. “Small world, eh?” he comments. “Nanamin’s wife is also my distant cousin,” he then adds with a smirk.
“Machiko is your cousin…!?”
“Very distant… but yeah,” he shrugs. “I see her like a little sister.”
Sarina made a huffing sound before she finally crossed her arms and just glared at the pizza like it had personally wronged her. Gojo only took a small glance before just taking the plate away from her and giving her the rest of his milkshake he had ordered, which she took greedily and began drinking.
“Anyways,” Gojo continued. “Megumi is going to be there, and I figured you all can meet.” He looked suddenly nervous.
You nod. “Oh, yeah! We can meet him! He should be, what, fifteen now?”
Gojo groans, “Yes… and I thought he was moody when he was a kid… being a teenager is worse…!”
You only laugh, “Oh, maybe he can train me on how to deal with Sarina when she is that age…!” you joke. “Sometimes I think she’s a teenager now with all the sass she gives me!”
All Sarina did was glare at you with that statement. Most of the time she was a very sweet girl, but sometimes she just needed to let her bratty-ness out.
Which, apparently, the time she chose when you two moved to Tokyo to unleash her attitude.
“You think if I invited Higuruma he would be okay with coming…?” Gojo then asks lightly. “I don’t want him to feel left out since I know he’s friends with Nanamin and Machi.”
“Uncle Hiro can come!?” Sarina gasps with stars in her eyes.
“Yeah, he can if he wants,” Gojo assures her with a smile.
That seems to have satisfied Sarina, as now she was a little more talkative to Gojo. She told him, on her own accord, how she asked Higuruma to keep an episode of Digimon on when it was on TV while he was watching her at the firm.
“It’s still stupid,” she declares matter-of-factly.
Well… can’t win them all…
Once the meal was complete, Gojo suggested walking through the park. You excitedly accepted the offer and got Sarina out of her booster seat in the dining chair. When you mentioned to her about the park, she gave a happy little hum and obeyed you without a fight.
The walk through the park was peaceful enough. Sarina ran ahead of you and Gojo while humming herself a little tune as she ran into the grass, trying to chase birds. You smiled as she ran around.
“I’m sorry she’s being a little cold…” you then say to Gojo sheepishly. “She’s not a huge fan of new people… She spent a lot of her time with my dad and stepmom, and occasionally my mother.”
Gojo bit back a remark, hiding it with an easygoing smile.
Yet she liked the attorney day one.
“Oh, it’s not an issue!” he replies smoothly. “Megumi was a lot like that when he was younger! Hell, he still is!” He then notices your look, a look of worry. “Oh! But he’ll be fine with you two!”
That wasn’t a good save…!
“Um… if you say so…” you murmur. Just as you glanced back at Sarina, you noticed she had run up ahead to someone. “S-Sarina…!” Panic struck you, an icy chill, as you didn’t want her to be too far from you. She was still a four-year-old after all.
As you ran toward her, you realized that it was Higuruma that Sarina had run to. Her arms moving wildly as she was telling him a story. Higuruma looked amused and was listening intently. However, his “friend” wasn’t too thrilled.
Prosecutor Kenna Araji – one of the toughest prosecutors in the financial legal world. The more money involved with embezzlement, the meaner she got. She has made grown men cry more than once in the courtroom. She has had defendants and defense attorneys almost consider suicide due to how brutal she was.
And she was glaring at your daughter as if she was just one of those defendants she wanted to tear down.
“Sarina…! Don’t run off like that!” you scold her as you approached.
“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Higuruma greeted you warmly. “Out for a walk as well…?” He trailed off as he saw Gojo jogging up from behind you. “Ah. Makes sense…”
Araji drummed her fingers on her arm, her stoney glare moving from Sarina to you.
“You might want to keep a better eye on her,” Araji said too casually for your liking. “You don’t want her disappearing.”
Anger flushes over you as you glared at her with your mouth open slack. “E-Excuse me!?” you managed to sputter. “Clearly you have never dealt with a child before!”
“I don’t need to when clearly someone has her eyes somewhere el-”
“Kenna,” Higuruma stressed. “Stop it. Sarina is fine. Y/N is here. Kids run off in a blink of an eye and get into trouble. No one can keep their eyes on a child constantly.”
Araji only huffed in response, her attitude almost reminding you of your sister a few years ago. “All I’m saying that something could’ve happened-”
“But it didn’t,” Gojo cuts in curtly. “Sarina knows not to go to strangers - she saw Higuruma, clearly wanting to see him. She’s fine.”
Araji glared at Gojo. “Aren’t you the CEO of the Gojo Marketing Corporation…?” she then asks lightly.
“What of it…?” Gojo replies slowly.
“I love taking men like you down,” she wickedly said, her mouth curved into a disturbing smile, like she was ready to hunt.
Gojo lowered his sunglasses that he was wearing on the walk, his normally bright blue eyes were dark with anger. “I have no idea what you're implying,” he lowly said to her. “If you are accusing me and my company of any legal wrongdoings, I suggest you take that up with my legal team.”
Sarina the entire time was glaring at Araji, Higuruma's hand promptly on her head – no patting though! – as she took the information between Araji and Gojo.
“You're a mean lady,” was all Sarina muttered to her. “Go away.”
Araji nearly bristled from Sarina’s remark. “It's called being an adult, sweetie,” she tightly says.
“I'm not your sweetie,” Sarina instantly retorted, her dark eyes narrowed, and her nose scrunched up as if the woman was stinky.
Higuruma finally cuts in, “Kenna, she's four, lighten up.”
Araji takes her cell phone out of her pocket and glances at a notification. “Well, I have to head to my office anyways, another case coming up,” she sighs in irritation. For the first time during the entire interaction, she smiled sweetly, but only to Higuruma. “I'll see you later, Hiromi,” her tone sultry as Hiuruma knew what it meant. She walked off away from them, her waving a hand above her,
“Damn, she's a bitch,” Gojo broke the silence. “Sarina is right, what a mean lady.”
Sarina nodded, for once agreeing with him. “Yes, yes, she's a very mean lady!” she shouts. She then took Higuruma's hand off her head and began tugging him. “Come on, Uncle Hiro…! We should get pizza!”
You face palmed. “Sarina, we just had lunch…” you explain.
“But that pizza was yucky,” Sarina whined. “And Mr. Old Guy only gave me a little bit of his shake!”
Gojo rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I did drink most of it…” he admits. “And you didn't really eat…” He snaps his fingers with his free hand. “Hey, Mr. Attorney, how about you treat her to some food while Y/N and I do a little stroll!” He then seemed to realize what Sarina had said. “Wait a second… I'm actually the younger one here…!”
Sarina only points to his head. “White hair. Old.”
It was like watching Gojo's ego shatter like glass, his mouth hung open is pure distraught.
Higuruma then decided to save the poor man from more ridicule from a four-year-old and grasped Sarina's hand. “I'll take her for some food, it won't be much to spoil her dinner,” he informs you.
You breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Hiro…”
As both Higuruma and Sarina walked away, you could hear Sarina talking excitedly to Higuruma about what she did in daycare today, despite her already telling him when he had picked her up at daycare as a favor for you. Higuruma still nodded and smiled at the right points, feigning that he had never heard her story before.
Gojo then lightly takes your hand and pulls you along the park walkway, giving you a boyish grin. The walk around the park was tranquil, birds were chirping and other children were running around with their parents watching in the distance.
“So… do you ever think about wanting another baby…?” Gojo asks casually and suddenly. He still had that boyish grin on his face.
You stop in your tracks, feeling his body tug yours slightly as he keeps moving. When he saw your expression, he stood by your side, gently taking your other hand into his free one.
“I mean…” you began softly. “If I’m able to, I would love another baby… But I know with my age its more complicated… I’m happy with the little girl I have. I love her with all my heart.” You then felt your face heat up. “And I should be thanking you immensely for letting me have her.”
Gojo gives a small smile, his dimple showing. “I’m glad to have helped with that, you are a great mom.” He then gave a slight chuckle, “I am happy to offer my services again… maybe a more… organic way?”
Your face blushed a bright scarlet again, burning with embarrassment. “Oh, stop…!” you chide him, desperate to let your hair cover your face to hide.
“You’re very cute when you’re blushing,” Gojo remarks with a blissful sigh.
You tightened your grip around Gojo’s hand. He took that as a sign to tug you gently so that the two of you could continue the walk. Gojo removed his glasses and hung them off the collar of his shirt, his bright blue eyes darting to you as he gives a lovesick expression.
Maybe you can finally let yourself love someone else…
Both Higuruma and Sarina exited the konbini, each with a slice of pizza in their hands.
Sarina giggled happily as she sat on the bench, giving him large eyes for him to sit next to her. He obliged and they both began eating.
Since that day at the toy store, when the owner had assumed Sarina was his daughter, Higuruma kept a watchful eye on the little girl. The way she pouts was almost identical to yours, but the way she carried herself… was not you. But from what he had seen of Gojo… it wasn’t him either.
He noticed while watching her at the firm that she gravitated toward people who needed help. It didn’t matter if she knew nothing about the law, she saw a little old lady be upset and she was offering herself to help them, offering telling a story or just trying to make them happy. When something didn’t go her way, she immediately frowns and crosses her arms, eyes dark as coal as she glares at whatever pissed her off, as though it would go into submission for her.
When Higuruma scolded her for certain things, or when you had scolded her, Sarina took it more as a suggestion than an order. The girl could come up with random arguments and defend herself as if they were the bad guys and not her. It was bizarre how clever a four-year-old was to make reason on why she did what she did.
Sarina seemed to enjoy many of the same things Higuruma did, which he thought was a little odd. The girl liked reading, and she was able to read some of the documents that he accidentally left on his desk. She would ask questions about what it meant and for him to explain. Her comprehension at her age was well beyond four, and if it was something she truly didn't understand or grasp the concept, she'd just pout or frown until someone could give her a different answer.
Sitting on the bench outside the konbini, Sarina was enjoying her pizza immensely. She hummed as she chewed, and Higuruma paid attention this time as he realized he hums while eating. You had made fun of him multiple times for it, with teasing smiles and giggles, it had made him so self-conscious that he physically had to make himself not hum while eating, mainly in front of you. However, as he heard Sarina hum, he found himself not checking himself, and he was humming too.
Sarina noticed that Higuruma was watching, noticing that the dual humming had stopped. Her mouth then clenched shut as if she was mentally trying to force herself not to hum. It was such a similar action to himself that he found himself just staring still.
“Mama always laughs at me when I hum to my food…” Sarina said in a small voice, breaking the silence. “She just says it's weird…” Then her eyes widened with realization. “But you hum too! That means we’re not weirdos!” She flashes a smile that Higuruma knew that was one hundred percent you.
Higuruma found himself smiling at her. “Well, your mama makes fun of me too,” he admits with a chuckle. “I think it just means we really love our food.”
Sarina’s dark eyes rounded and shined. “I love my food so much, Uncle Hiro!” she nearly shouts. She then softened as she glanced at her pizza in her hands. “Do… Do you like my mama…?”
“Huh? Where did that come from?” he asks her. “Of course I like your mama.”
“Then how come she’s always hanging out with the werido…?” Sarina then asked. “He brings her flowers… she smiles… I think he’s weird.”
Higuruma only sighs. “I get it… he is weird, but if your mama likes him… give him a chance,” he told her.
It was so weird how much Sarina acted like himself. They have only been around each other for the past month casually, it wasn’t enough time for his habits to rub off on her.
Sarina had finished her slice of pizza, her hands covered in grease. “Uncle Hiro, does the store have a sink…?” she asks him.
“Huh…? Oh, yeah…” Startled, Higuruma got up from the bench with Sarina and led her back inside the konbini.
There was a restroom at the back of the store, the clerk giving Higuruma a small wave of acknowledgment as he was checking out another customer. Sarina went inside, shutting and locking the door behind her. The sink began running, the water pressure obviously too high for her to wash her hands.
The running of the sink gave Higuruma a dull ache in his temple. For some reason, he hated it when the water was running for too long, specifically sinks, and he couldn't think of the reason why. He taps his foot, hoping that it drowns the sound out slightly. It didn’t.
The feeling faded away just as fast as it had arrived, Sarina exited the restroom, a paper towel in her hands as she dried them.
“Uncle Hiro?” Sarina says to him.
“Yeah…?”
“How come you don’t have a wife? Or kids?” she bluntly questions.
Higuruma only blinks at her. “Um… I don’t know…?” he replies softly. He heard a ding from his phone and checked it, seeing that it was you letting him know that he could drop Sarina off at your apartment. “Oh, your mama wants me to take you home.” He pocketed his phone and held out his hand. “Ready, Sarina?”
“Uh huh.” She replies as she grasped his hand.
The weekend came quickly, and you were in your bathroom putting the final changes on your makeup.
You wore a simple black dress that reached your knees. It was for the house party that Gojo was throwing, and you were debating on wearing the cute so-so dress or something more t-shirt and jeans style.
“Mama, can I wear makeup too?” Sarina popped her head into your bathroom. She wore a cute little lavender colored party dress, the hem a frill of white lace, and she wore white tights with black Mary Jane shoes. Her dark hair was pulled into a princess braid style around her head, but since it was so thin little hair stuck out.
“We can put on some lip gloss,” you told her as you patted your knee. Sarina bounded over, heaving herself to your knee as she faced you. “Just a little bit, okay?” Sarina nods as you grabbed a light pink lip gloss. Sarina then puckers her lips like she was going to give a kiss, and as soon as you dabbed some lip gloss on, she began giggling. “There we go! Nice and pretty!”
Sarina hopped from your knee and bound away, her little dress swaying as she ran.
You have finished your hair and makeup, you grab your purse and throw your lipstick and the lip gloss for Sarina into it to reapply later. You didn't wear heels but instead put on a pair of black wedges.
Sarina seemed excited for the little house party – she was told Higuruma was going to be there and Tsubaki as well. Your daughter fully cooperated with you as you led her out of the apartment and headed to your parked car, her running ahead of you to get to it first. You snapped her into her car seat once you were at your car and then made your way to the driver's seat.
You texted Gojo:
We're ready! Send me your address so I can GPS!
Gojo instantly sent you the address. He then added:
Just mention to the valet that you’re for me and give code 1222.
You blinked at the message.
A valet…?
You had never been to Gojo’s place before, but he had been over to yours to help with unpacking and building furniture.
A ding from your phone as Gojo texted again:
I had already tipped the valet driver due to the volume of people coming. You don’t have to worry.
You knew that Gojo had money since he ran his own business. What you thought was a small startup business was actually a multi-billion-dollar corporation that his entire family did. One relative did real estate, another did restaurants, his father was the head of Gojo Industries with computer tech.
It really made you wonder why he did the sperm donation anyway. How many times did he do it? Was Sarina the only child he knew that was born from it?
You shook your head as you punched in Gojo’s address. As you drove through Tokyo, you realized you were driving through the Shibuya district ward and heading to Hiroo. You knew it had a lot of high-class real estate, and you felt your cheeks flush from just how old your car was compared to everyone else you were driving past.
Soon you arrived at Gojo’s high-rise apartment where apparently, he owned the top two floors as a penthouse suite. As promised, a valet approached you as you got Sarina out of the car. You mentioned the code and handed your key, the valet gave a nod before going to your driver’s seat to park your car.
When you entered the elevator with Sarina you noticed that there was a keypad to enter a code. You once again entered the “1222” code and the doors closed. The elevator moved quickly, causing Sarina to go off balance and fall on her butt.
“This elevator hurt my butt…” Sarina complained with a whine as she picked herself up.
The elevator dinged as the doors opened, leading into a small foyer that had the door open to see the inside of the penthouse apartment. Music played, lively and upbeat. People you recognized were already mingling, chatter colliding with the music. There were others as well, people you weren’t familiar with, but they all knew each other.
Sarina saw Tsubaki standing by Machiko’s leg, who was talking to Shoko. Tsubaki’s blue eyes widened with glee as she shrieked giddily and ran toward the open door, grasping at Sarina’s hand and dragging her into the home.
“Well, looks like little Tsubaki is excited for her friend,” Gojo’s smooth voice murmured by you.
“Oh, Satoru!” you nearly gasped in surprise from his sudden appearance.
It didn’t matter if it was casual or not, Gojo always dressed like he was ready to walk onto a photoshoot for modelling. Wearing a light blue button up, although looking like a simple looking shirt, you can tell it was worth more than the dress you’re wearing, and black slacks. His stark white hair was tousled in style, his signature black sunglasses covering his bright blue eyes.
“Glad you made it!” Gojo smiles at you.
Shoko noticed that you had arrived and walked over to you and Gojo, Machiko following close behind.
“Oi, Satoru, Y/N just got here and you’re already harassing her,” Shoko said to him, a drink in her hands.
“What, I can’t greet my guest?” Gojo chuckles.
“You didn’t greet me,” Shoko points out sourly.
Gojo rolls his eyes behind his glasses. “I’ve known you for over a decade, I don’t need to greet you,” he retorts.
“Whatever,” Shoko sighs as she turned her heel, going toward a table filled with drinks. Machiko gives a small sigh before following suit, making sure the older woman didn’t drink too much.
Gojo pulls you from the doorway and leads you down a small hallway that opened up to a small sitting room with stairs leading to the second floor.
“Oh, the private part of the party,” you joked.
“Just wanted you to meet someone is all,” Gojo says as he tugs you up the stairs.
Upstairs was where the bedrooms were, the hallway decorated with various photos of a younger Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, and a few others you didn’t recognize. There were also photos of the young boy that Gojo had shown pictures of when you first met and a girl that looked similar in age.
Gojo approached a shut door, sounds of a television on. He knocks on the door and waits patiently. The door slowly opened, an average-sized boy opened the door, dark hair and green eyes, wearing black sweats with no logos.
“What do you want?” the boy sighs, clearly irritated.
“Megumi, I want you to meet a friend of mine,” Gojo explains with a smile.
Megumi looks around Gojo and sees you sheepishly standing there. He gives Gojo a blank expression. “Um, okay…? And…?”
Gojo frowns. “Dude, c’mon,” he groans. “Introduce yourself!”
Megumi once again peers around Gojo. “Megumi Fushiguro, hello.” His voice was dull and bored sounding.
“Um, hello,” you greet with a wave. “I’m Y/N L/N.”
There was shouting from inside the room, almost a strangled sound of disbelief, as another boy, one with pink hair barged through the doorway, nearly knocking both Megumi and Gojo over.
“Gojo! You’re introducing a new friend!?” the pink-haired boy shouts. He was almost like an excitable puppy with his wide honeyed eyes and a large smile.
“Ah, Yuji, I forgot you were over,” Gojo says to him with a chuckle. “Your uncle and grandpa know you’re here?”
The pink-haired boy, Yuji, shrugs. “I’m either here or at the movie theater with Junpei,” he said honestly.
“True…” Gojo admits. “But you two should mingle with the rest of the guests.”
“Is Nanamin and Machi here?” Yuji asks excitedly.
“They both are, yeah,” Gojo informs. “And they brought Tsubaki as well.”
Yuji only smiles as he grabs Megumi and begins to drag him toward the stairs. “Dude! Party!”
“Dude. No.” Megumi groans as he was forced to the stairs.
You only giggle as you watched the excitable boy force his grumpy friend down the stairs.
“He’s over a lot?” you ask Gojo.
“Yuji? Yeah,” Gojo replies nonchalantly. “His uncle and I went to the same college – complete asshat, but Yuji is a fun kid.” He then checks his phone as someone informs him that they have arrived. “Well, at least Megumi is mingling now, so it’s our turn!”
Back at the party you saw Shoko talking with Nanami and Machiko, little Tsubaki holding Sarina's hand so they wouldn't get lost in the crowd. Yuji seemingly spotted them as now he bounds over to the small group, him excitedly talking to Nanami and Machiko.
Gojo excused himself when someone asked to speak with him, him looking guilty at leaving you alone. It seems that was the opportunity for Megumi to approach you without Gojo overbearing him.
“Oh, hello, Megumi,” you say to him with a smile.
“He talks about you a lot,” the boy comments, his voice dull sounding, as though it took a lot of energy to even speak, the opposite of Gojo.
You chuckle in embarrassment. “Oh? Well, he talks about you too,” you told him honestly.
A flush of pink brushed his ears. “You have a daughter, right?” Megumi then asks, trying to ignore your comment.
You pointed toward Machiko and Nanami, seeing that Tsubaki was still holding Sarina's hand. “The dark-haired one is my daughter, Sarina.”
Megumi blinks in confusion. “No white hair, huh?” he says.
You flinch at the mention. “You… know about that?” your voice barely above a whisper.
Megumi nodded. “Yeah, I do. You were the first one he went through with though.”
You blink in bewilderment. “I… I am…?”
The dark-haired teen nodded. “Yeah, he had gotten a lot of calls, but he declined the deals because a lot of the women or couples were…” He then got lost in thought. “I guess unhinged.”
You could tell that Megumi was trying to be polite. It made sense that there were some odd deals that wanted to be made – probably wanted to get Gojo for his money for child support.
“You were the only one that offered to pay for everything yourself, you got a lawyer involved with a fair contract, and… you were honest,” Megumi explains, a small smile brushing his face.
At that moment you felt tugging at your dress, seeing both Tsubaki and Sarina looking up at you with wide eyes.
“Mama…” Sarina whines.
“Auntie Y/N…” Tsubaki follows.
“We’re hungry…” the two then said in unison.
Megumi gave a small huff of a chuckle. “Hey, I can take you two to get something to eat in the kitchen…” he offers. “Would you like that? We got chicken nuggets and pizza.”
“PIZZA!” Sarina cheers as she then grabs at Megumi. “Pizza! Pizza!”
“Sarina…! Don’t grab him like that!” you scold.
Megumi lightly took Sarina’s hand and then took Tsubaki’s. “Eh, it’s okay,” he shrugs it off before leading the two girls to the kitchen.
You were worried about the pizza since Sarina was being picky with what pizza she wanted. There was then a tap on your shoulder, and it seemed like you felt him before you saw him.
Higuruma looks down on you, a smile tugging his lips. He had a few boxes of pizza balancing on one hand, his free hand still hovering from tapping your shoulder.
“Hiro! You came!” You say excitedly. You then looked at the pizza noticing that they were from the konbini. “Why’d you bring those…?”
“I asked him to bring them!” Gojo’s voice says as he approached your side. “Thanks, Mr. Attorney! I’ll send you the money for them!” He then took the pizzas from Higuruma and made his way to the kitchen, where you then heard the exciting squeal of Sarina.
You look over to Higuruma, who was not wearing a suit and tie, but wore a dark gray button up and black slacks.
“He asked me to bring them because he knows Sarina is picky with her food,” Higuruma explains when he noticed your confused look. “He also knows that not everyone can stand the grease, so he has different pizza for the others.”
You release a small breath you were holding. “Thank you so much, Hiro,” you thanked. “She'll eat nuggets too, but after being told about pizza that is what she would want.”
“She knows what she likes,” Higuruma defends. “Can't hate on that.”
You only sigh as you nodded. Gojo strolled his way back from the kitchen, phone in hand, as he went to an app to send money to Higuruma.
“Sarina says ‘Thank you, Uncle Hiro!’” the white-haired man chuckles as he lifts the phone toward Higuruma with the app showing. “I’ll send you the money now.”
A ping from Higuruma’s phone notified that the payment had been received.
“Uh, thanks…” was all Higuruma replies with. “It wasn’t a big deal…” There was another notification on his phone, and he gave a frown. “Oh, no…”
“Trouble in paradise?” Gojo then quips sarcastically.
“You can say that…” Higuruma mutters darkly. “I hate to be a delivery driver and run off, but Kenna has been hounding me to be home at a certain time.”
You felt a deep pang in your chest. You should feel happy that like yourself, Higuruma was moving on as well.
Before you could say anything, a squeal came from the entryway to the kitchen and Sarina ran at full speed to Higuruma. She threw her arms around him in a hug and gently Higuruma put a hand on her head, no patting.
“Thank you, Uncle Hiro, for bringing the pizza!” Sarina says to him with a large smile.
Her squeal attracted the attention of Nanami and Yuji who approached. Yuji was excited to see another tyke, while Nanami’s hazel eyes darted between Sarina and Higuruma with confusion etched into his sharp features.
“Hey, kiddo, I gotta head out, but be sure to thank Gojo for the pizza, he asked me to bring it for you,” Higuruma smiles to Sarina.
If a pout was audible, Sarina’s could be heard from the moon. She looked so disappointed that Higuruma was going to leave. “But…” she whines.
“Hey! Let’s get more of that pizza!” Yuji then suggests giddily, trying to diffuse a budding tantrum. “If you like it so much, I have to try it!” He held out his hand for Sarina to slowly grab and was led away. With a giggle, you and Gojo followed as well.
Nanami gestured to Higuruma. “Outside. Now.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.
Outside on the sidewalk, Higuruma sighs loudly, feeling Nanami’s harsh glare on him.
“You wanna explain that?” Nanami asks lowly.
The attorney spun around to face the blonde. “E-Explain what…?” Higuruma sputters in shock.
Nanami blinked as though he was asked to bring the moon to Earth. “Sarina,” he says simply.
The attorney raises a brow. “Um… what about Sarina…?” he questions slowly.
Nanami threw his hands up in the hair in exasperation. “The girl looks just like you!” he states almost angrily. “I’ve known Sarina since she was born, but seeing the two of you together makes it very obvious.”
Higuruma growls, “I’m not the donor!” It was defense he had stated repeatedly.
Nanami scoffs. “Are you fucking sure about that…?” he demands. “I’ve known Gojo since high school, that little girl has none of that egotistical man’s traits, thank God. But now that I think about it, that girl has a lot of traits of you. Frankly, I don’t know which is worse.”
“Fucking how!?” Higuruma shouts in the middle of the sidewalk, getting the attention of strangers. “Explain how I was the donor when Gojo was the one who fucking jerked off into a cup and Y/N self-inseminated herself! Explain!”
Nanami frowns. “Shoko mentioned you were drunk at that party,” he recalls. “Did you do anything…?”
He felt the blood drain from his face. “Are you fucking accusing me of jeopardizing the sample or something…!?” Higuruma was shocked and angry that Nanami would even suggest something of the sort. “You’re talking to a damn attorney, and you’re making these accusations without fucking evidence!?”
Nanami crosses his arms, a sigh escaping him. “You are correct… I am accusing you,” he replies simply. “I don’t think you did it intentionally… as for evidence, that little girl is all the evidence that is needed.”
“Fuck off, Nanami!” was all Higuruma shouted before turning on his heel and stalking away, hands stuffed into his pockets.
The more that Higuruma thought about that night, the more his head ached. By the time he reached his firm and headed up to his apartment, just hearing the sink running from Kenna washing a dish, it irked him to no end.
“Hiromi…?” Kenna’s voice broke his thoughts. “You look like I just kicked your ass in court.”
“Not now, Kenna,” Higuruma nearly snapped. He was originally agitated that Kenna had demanded him home in the first place, then the conversation with Nanami did not help. Now this.
There was crash from Kenna throwing the dish in the sink, shattering it into shards. “Okay, what the fuck is your problem!?” she then shouts at him.
Higuruma sat in the dining room chair, putting his face in his hands.
“Nothing,” he grumbles in response, voice laced with agitation.
Kenna pulled the chair that was across from him. The chair scraped against the flooring, her stone eyes glaring.
“You mentioned you were going to a party…” Kenna starts, her voice low. “Was she there?” That had to be the reason she had demanded him home so early.
“Y/N? Yeah, she was,” he replies slowly. “It was Gojo's party. I mainly went to deliver the pizza from the konbini so Sarina would eat-"
“That little brat was there!?” Kenna hisses bitterly. “You really dropped everything to help her!?”
“She's four, Kenna!” Higuruma spat, him getting up from his seat, knocking the chair down in the process. “Kids are picky at that age!”
“You're a full-grown adult and still picky!” Kenna retorts, her hands up in exasperation.
Higuruma narrows his eyes angrily. “You're acting so unhinged right now!” he screams in frustration.
“I think I should be, considering how my boyfriend is playing house with another woman!” Kenna snarls. “Especially when the little brat looks more like you than her, and she certainly doesn’t look like that white-haired asshole!”
“We're not even together officially!” he finally shouts, face reddening.
The silence that followed was loud. Kenna stayed in her seat, just staring ahead.
“Are you… fucking kidding me!?” she finally screeches, high and shrill. “So, what, we’ve just been fucking all this time with no emotional attachment!?”
“Sure, whatever you want to call it!” Higuruma argues, throwing a hand in her general direction. “I’ve never stated that we were together, only you did.”
“Oh, my fucking God, Hiromi!” she shrieks, standing up from her seat. “This isn’t a fucking court case! This is our lives!”
“Well, fucking case dismissed!” Higuruma lost it, drilling it in that he was comparing their relationship to court, red faced and a vein almost pulsating from his forehead. “Just fucking leave and I’ll see you in court whenever!”
Kenna looked almost heartbroken, her eyes widening. “Fuck you,” was all she whispered before grabbing her purse and slipped on her heels, slamming the door behind her. Another door slammed as she had exited the firm.
Higuruma ended up slamming his chair into the table so hard that the chair made an audible crack! sound. His phone dings, and he pulls it out, ready to throw it against the wall if it was Kenna, or Nanami, or just anyone at this point. It was a voice message from you. He clicked on the text notification and tapped the play button for the message, ready to haul it against the wall if necessary.
“Uncle Hiro! I took mama’s phone! Thank you again for the pizza! Love you!”
“Sarina! Stop taking my phone!” The message then ended with Sarina’s high pitch giggling.
Love you! Sarina’s little voice echoed in Higuruma’s heart, anger dissipating. It felt so natural, like it was always there.
Shoko mentioned you were drunk at that party. Did you do anything…? Nanami’s voice haunted him.
“Did I do anything…?” Higuruma murmurs to himself, desperate for answers. He tries to recall that night at your self-insemination party. His head begins to ache and slowly walks to his bathroom, turning on the sink to let it run to get the water cold while he looked for an aspirin for his dull headache.
The water ran, a constant stream. Yet, it sounded so familiar… Higuruma ended up dropping the pill bottle, the plastic clattering into the sink, the sound of the water softening as it plummeted onto it.
Higuruma froze.
Why… am I getting déjà vu?
The bottle in question was an opaque orange, like many prescription bottles and…
Specimen cups.
Higuruma felt his heart drop. “No… No, no, no, no…!” he gasps in realization.
He remembered seeing the specimen cup on the warmer in your bathroom. He remembered stupidly messing with it. His breathing came in gasps, almost hyperventilating, as he recalled how he jerked off to the memory of you showing off your white dress in front of him.
Then he kept comparing himself to Sarina. The dark hair and eyes. The way she argues against everyone and everything. The pizza from the konbini obsession. The humming while eating.
The way that seemed like everyone was saying that she looked just like him – from Kenna and Nanami to the store clerk when Higuruma took Sarina to get Pokémon stuff.
“Sarina’s… my daughter…”
A/N: Megumi finally meets Y/N and Sarina! And yes, Yuji being excited over Nanami and Machiko is heavily influenced from "Cursed Vessel"
Also, I'm sure we know where Gojo got his "code" from :)
Not gonna lie, I haven't read much of the new work by Gege, but knowing how he does his stories, even with Yuji coming back in "Jujutsu Kaisen: Modulo", I have the deepest feeling that Gege will kill him off. How? I have no idea.
I decided to write this quick one-shot/drabble of what Yuji would experience when he finally dies.
Dividers by: @saradika-graphics
Word Count: 938
Content Warning: blood, death, death of a major character
It was finally over.
It was as if the world’s weight finally lifted off him. As his body grew colder, his smile grew bigger. Blood pooling beneath him, while many would say it was scary, he embraced it.
After almost seventy years – Yuji Itadori was free.
He heard murmurs around him, some concerned, some pained. It didn’t matter, Yuji still smiled as he felt the last of his breath escape his lungs, his vision going dark.
The sound of birds chirping as he opened his eyes in a patch of grass that was in front of Tokyo Jujutsu High School. Above him, he saw the two familiar faces he hadn’t seen in so long.
Nobara Kugisaki, her dyed ginger hair cut in the familiar bob she wore during their first year at school. Her left eye was free of the eyepatch and scarring, her tawny-colored eyes full. Her hands were on her hips, a scowl on her face.
“Finally, Itadori!” Nobara scoffed heavily. “Took ya long enough, asshole!”
The other familiar figure nodded next to her. Megumi Fushiguro with his spiked, black hair, his face free of the scars that he was once burdened with from the aftermath of Sukuna. His dark blue eyes were narrow and sharp, always taking in information.
“You sure like to be dramatic,” Megumi’s soft murmur added.
Yuji felt his eyes sting, his chest heavy. He sat up, seeing that he was wearing his first-year school uniform, free of blood, tears, and years of neglect. His left hand was fully restored, the scars that decorated his face and body finally healed after so many years of battles and survival.
“Hi, hi, Yuji!” another voice called out, full of pep and excitement.
As Yuji stood up, he glanced behind him to see his former teacher and role model waving as he walked towards him. White hair practically glowing under the sunlight, forehead free of stitches, his clothing a causal yukata a sky blue that was like his eye color. He finally approached his former students, a proud smile on his face.
“Gojo sensei!” Yuji shouted back, feeling the urge to hug him. He felt his body become heavy as he noticed others he knew over the years coming to greet the new arrival.
Nanami was the first to approach, his blonde hair tousled as though he was somewhere with a constant breeze, although he was still wearing his royal blue button up, his beige slacks prim and proper with not a wrinkle in sight. He was smiling, a true smile that Yuji had never really seen before. A young man stood next to him, a brunette with the mushroom-styled haircut, him wearing a typical Jujutsu High uniform, his own smile on his face.
Shoko stood behind them, her eyes finally free of constant eyebags from sleepless nights. There was no cigarette in her hand, no longer having the need to smoke. Ino was waving with a wide grin, his face mask sitting on his head like a typical beanie.
More and more people approached Yuji, people he hadn’t seen in years. Todo, who had shouted with a proud “BROTHER!” as he rushed forward, threw his arms around Yuji and crushed him with a bear hug. Choso had made his way to Yuji, a small smile on his face finally able to see his little brother again. Former classmates and friends from Yuji's time at the school flocked towards him.
“You sure took your time getting here,” Gojo cheekily joked.
“Just had to handle a few things,” Yuji sheepishly laughed.
“Yuji.”
Yuji froze, the voice that greeted him was rough and gravelly.
“Gr-Grandpa…?” Yuji choked out. He pushed his way from the entourage of old friends and made his way to the man that raised him for fifteen years – Wasuke. “Grandpa…!” Yuji felt tears fall as he threw his arms around his grandfather, feeling the familiar warmth of his grandfather’s embrace.
“You did great, Yuji,” Wasuke assured. “You did a hell of a lot better than me.” He let go of Yuji and glanced at the crowd of people that were waiting. “We were waiting a bit for you.” He then gave a rare smile, one that Yuji knew he would’ve inherited if he had truly aged.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Yuji admitted, his voice cracking. “I just… wanted to do what you told me to do. Help people.”
A chuckle escaped Wasuke. “You did more than that, Yuji,” he says softly. “You help so many people just by being you, you changed the world around you, and you got a whole crowd of people who love you and waited for you.
“Welcome home, Yuji.”
And Yuji had never felt more alive than at that moment, tears fell and stained his cheeks. He was crying, truly letting his emotions out, for the first time since he was a teenager.
“I’m glad to be home.”
**
“Why… is he smiling?”
Yuka Okkotsu, a young woman with large round eyes and a soft face, approached the cooling body of the once powerful sorcerer Yuji Itadori. The scene was quite crude – deep gashes in the man’s body, a man that looked barely older than herself, blood was splattered around him and pooled beneath him.
Yet he was smiling, as though he was waiting for death.
“Maybe… he finally got what he wished for,” Tsurugi, Yuka’s elder brother, replied.
Yuka glared at her brother. “Wishing for death? How absurd!”
Tsurugi shrugged. “If you lived as long as he had, watching everyone you knew and loved die… would you want to live?” He gave a small smile. “He looks as though he finally returned home.”
The two siblings just continued to stare at the lifeless body, the smile forever frozen on Yuji Itadori’s face.
A/N: I am not going to sugarcoat it, I was tearing up while writing this. I hate that it seems in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the true happiness is death to be with your loved ones again.
I am trying to save $1000 for important dental work that involves getting a crown. They won't schedule an appointment unless i pay 50% upfront. I want to try and save the tooth without a root canal (which is more money) or just straight up removing it.
I already work over 40 hours a week and when I get paid my paycheck is gone within 2 days because of bills and groceries.
Anything helps honestly.
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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
