Dad/Papa Satosugu headcanon hours :
âądumbass boy papa satosugu had no fuckin clue how to raise a girl, let alone THREE girls. Gojo was absolutely clueless barely knew what a period was. Geto at least had an idea but was so embarassed trying to explain it. And he had to explain it cus the minute one of them got it for the first time (in my head Nanako mimiko and tsumiki all got their period around the same time) Gojo grabbed Megâs, said nope, and teleported out. They went to an arcade or amusement park while Geto had to try to explain to three 11-13 year old girls puberty then gave up and called Shoko in a panic while they were freaking out in the background.
Nanako âWHAT DO YOU MEAN ONCE A WEEK?! PAPA, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR LYINGâ
Tsumiki âPapa that doesnât sound rightââ
Suguru âI mean maybe? Itâs a lot I meanâŠShoko stop laughing please help meâNanako why are you crying?â
Nanakoâ I DONT KNOW PAPA WHY AM I CRYINGâ
Geto âI DONT KNOâ SHOKO STOP LAUGHING AND GET HERE SATORU ABANDONED ME, there is a high possibility Iâm going to be a divorced single father soonââ
Mimiko âPAPA AND DAD ARE GETTING A DIVORCE?!â
Cue three girls simultaneous pms crying
Satosugu never really planned on having children at all. Satoru didnât like the idea of being tied down to something that he has no way of backing out of if he wanted with no consequence. As well, he doesnât really know how to interact with babies or children. Geto, actually is very good with children and has a lot of experience handling them. His nurturing nature combined with a lot of patience he was a natural. And even though he himself was an only child. He has like 30 first cousins and heâs one of the oldest just because of having such a large old country family. But because he grew up basically raising cousins until he left around 15 for the Jujutus world, he really just doesnât want kids that much. He doesnât hate them, more heâs just not interested in raising any.
Fostering the kids was supposed to be a temporary solution to a difficult situation. Geto, saving the twins, held a consequence of them becoming extremely attached to him. The first couple months theyâd panic if they werenât near him. The girls would refuse to meet any other person that would consider housing them or adopting them. To the point where the social worker that worked closely with the Jujutsu elders for exactly this reason, orphans happening often in their world, would introduce them to any potential candidates. They would be absolute nightmares. Geto would sit down with the two of them every time. Explain that he will be in their lives till the day he dies, but as a full fledged sorcerer he doesnât have the lifestyle to raise children. And as busy as he was, it was nothing compared to Satoru. The twins would nod angrily, saying they understood but he knew they didnât by the betrayed looks on their faces. It wasnât that he didnât want to keep them, just the lives he and Satoru lived. They were the strongest, 2 out of 3 special grades. Their jobs made it difficult to have young children. Perhaps if they were middle or high schoolers. But theyâre 6, it canât happen. At least thatâs what Geto assumed. And then suddenly a year passed and now they have a normal human kid and a human porcupine with the scowl of an elderly man sitting on their couch and Getoâs likeâŠsigh okay alright Iâll get the legal papers going đ
Tsumiki and Megumi were a really difficult one. Because with their addition to their lives, it furthered Gojoâs (refusing to admit) guilt. Even though no promise was made. Gojo acknowledging Tojiâs final words was promise enough for him. The final wishes of a dying man he allotted a certain amount of respect for his skill and ability despite being a non sorcerer. So, late into the night, as the twins slept in their new room in their new, first, apartment. Tsumiki and megs sleeping in Satosuguâs bed, they argued. Geto bringing up a lot of points. Itâs not that he doesnât want them or is against their family growing. The two already struggled to keep up with the twins with the lifestyle they have. Gojo especially having a larger responsibility even compared to Geto who was already out on missions ALL THE TIME. It wasnât money really. Though Gojoâs strained relationship with his clan made access to his trust funds, stocks, real-estate, and any other financial resources at his disposal. The two made a very comfortable amount just from the grade levels of their missions and the frequency that they accepted and completed missions. Even with two 6 years olds they were comfortable. But it was the time they were away from home, and how often it was at the same time. Relying on Getoâs parents, Yaga, various friends(Nanamin, Haibara, Shoko, even Utahime and *shivers* mei //at the right price huehue//) and others to watch the girls when they have to run out in the middle of the night. Theyâre 18. Theyâre barely adults themselves. The only reason they moved out of the dorms was to give the twins a stable home with their own bedroom and even then they shared a room. They somehow scored a three bedroom. One for them, one for the girls, one for storage at this point eventually supposed to be an office for the mountains of paperwork that comes with being a sorcerer. Even if they did squeeze Megs and Tsumiki in. They are step brother and sister. Right now at 6 and 8 itâs not a big deal. What about in a few years when the oldest by 3 years to all of the kids started puberty and was sharing a room with her little brother? Do they stick her in with the girls and now THREE girls in a small rooms? And on top of all of it.
Tsumiki was a normal little girl. And as sweet and cute as she was, Geto reminds Gojo, A human is a human. And a human can not love and be tolerant towards sorcerers no matter how well they influenced or raised her. She will fear, or hate, or resent the other three. Which began one of the largest fights the two ever had as teenage friends or as a committed adult couple. It lasted days, weeks. Gojo exasperated, reiterating himself over and over and over. That human or not she was their responsibility. Her âde-evolutionâ as Geto called it, was not a valid factor and a racist bias. The first time heâd ever dared call Geto selfish, jaded, biased. An insult to his very nature as a gentle and kind man. The first time Gojo told him are you actually still the man I fell in love with? The man I allowed to know and protect my weaknesses and trauma too? The man I chose to be my equal? Not just in power, but intelligence, passion, morals, everything.
And this was the first time Geto ever raised his voice at Satoru in something outside a bickering spat or fake humorous anger. Ever cursed at him, even denounced him. Trauma, unsure eyes and body language, true rage with no smile attached. Argueing that he knew how he felt about humans he KNEW what they had done to him, and the twins, and gojo, and every other sorcerer. The way his family outside his mother and father treated him as a child. An anomaly, an animal, a side show attraction, a freak, and outcast, some one not worth even a passive tolerant eye.
They did their best to keep it from the kids. Megumi especially, whoâs hawk eye and hearing like a hound that they suspected had caught bits and pieces. The twins felt the aura of the house, they knew their foster parents were argueing but over what they werenât sure. They just knew it was very out of the ordinary compared to their funny bickering or quick annoyed snaps easily forgiven with a quick kiss. And Tsumiki, ever the empath that she is, just knew it was over her. Being a bit older than the other three. Sheâs witness spousal spats and adults argueing. Real argueing not heated stubborn battles or miscommunication. And she knew, she was the outcast of the family.
After about week three of the Satosugu war still in affect, the shouting and fighting had turned to straight silence. Dinner was silent, cleaning up was silent, bath times were silent, bedtime was silent. The two only speaking only when necessary. Clipped, short. The kids didnât realize it, but the last couple days Gojo had been staying at the dorms under the guise of more work than usual. But if he had more work why was he always there until it was time to sleep, disappearing the minute everyone was tucked in. The twins grew anxious over the fear of instability of their finally found family. Megumi was acting out way more and getting increasingly more protective of Tsumiki. And Tsumikiâs large unchanging smile grew faker and faker and sadder and sadder.
When they were on the cusp of week four, she broke. Satoru and suguru were washing dishes, well suguru rewashing was Satoru attempted to wash(the lazy bastard) she sat at the table trying to do homework. The air was so quiet and tense. The twins were playing quietly, Megumi was reading. The only sound was heavy sighs, dishes clinking, the clock ticking. But the silence was cut by sound of clash shattering.
Gojo cursed loudly. Geto let slip his own.
âDammit Satoru, the cup!â
âIt slipped, my hands are covered in soap.â
âWhy are you even helping me you donât even do it right.â
âIâm trying to help, Sugu, I donât know what you want from meââ
âHow about doing something not half assed for the first time in you life, Satoru-Botchanââ
âYou know I fucking hate it when you call meââ
A small hiccup, a squeaked whimper, and a full flood gate of tears exploding. Tsumiki literally exploded. Uncontrollable, hyperventilating sobs that scared everyone in the room by the sheer suddenness and volume of her wails. Geto was across the room in seconds, absolute mother hen, dropped to his knees, checking if sheâd hurt herself. Scared herself. She may be a human but sheâs still just a child. He doesnât want her to be hurt or afraid, he was biased but not cruel.
âTsumiki, Miki, look at me.â His voice was gentle as he cradled her cheeks forcing her to meet his eye. âWhat hurts, what happened? Breathââ Satoru was hovering just behind shoved out of the way by Megumi who stood at her shoulders looking around to search for any injuries or culprits.
âYou hate me!â She damn near screamed.
Geto flinched like heâd been slapped and froze. Eyes wide and heart palpitating.
âW-what? Tsumiki I donâtââ
âIâm sorry! I know my grades arenât good right now and I know Iâm not good at cooking or helping you clean. Iâm sorry if Iâm not being nice enough or if Iâm being mean to the others. Itâs not because your sorcerers I swear! I donât know what to talk about cus theyâre so little and Megumi doesnât talk much! Iâm sorry if Iâm disrespectful. Iâm sorry Iâm not a sorcerer, I swear I donât do it on purpose!â Her word vomit went on and on and on and on. Geto and Gojo could only stand/kneel in shock unsure what to say or how to help her.
Geto felt bile in the back of his throat. They knew they werenât exactly covert about their fight but they were sure the subject wasnât privy to small ears. HeâŠ.did this. He caused these tears. He caused this anxiety. He caused this fearâ
âPlease donât⊠send âŠme aw-ay by mys-elfââ she was now crying was so hard she sounded like she may become sick.
Even if she was just a human she was still a child. He did this to a child.
Geto didnât let her finish as he pulled her from her chair to his chest holding her tight. Desperately she clung to his neck just sobbing into his shoulder. He felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes realizing the absolute damage and lost of trust heâd caused.
Gojo kneeled next to them. A strong, comforting hand holding Geto by the nape. The other hand firm against Tsumikiâs back.
âSugu, breathe. I can see your mind churning. Breath, breathe- OWâ!â
Megumi in a misplaced sense of justice kicked Gojoâs thigh as hard as he could. His sister was bawling and sounded scared. He didnât know which one caused it. 50/50 chance, he took it, satisfied with vigilante justice.
âMiki I donâtâ Iâm notââŠ.â His breath picked up as a few tears leaked. His own panic setting in. âYouâre oursâŠâ he rested his forhead against her shoulder. âYouâre not going anywhere. You have a family, weâre here. Weâre not leaving, your not leaving. You wonât be alone everââ mumbled promise after promise. Some unrealistic some 100% true, just babbling reassurances.
At the end of the night, when the twins were tucked into their beds. And the step siblings were tucked into Satosuguâs bed. Geto and Gojo sat on the couch, Geto calming his own tears. The shame and the guilt overwhelming, his realizing the neglect borderline toxic behavior he didnât even fully realize he was inflicting on the girl. Gojo held Geto tight, Suguru curled into his side with endless silent tears. Trying to comfort his one and only in the ways he knew how. Suguru was always abusive towards himself when he made mistakes. But this wasnât a forgotten veil or escaped cursed user. He didnât know how to comfort this one.
âIâm so sorry.â Geto whispered into Gojoâs chest as Satoru rubbed his back. âIm so disgusted with myself. What I said to you, what I said about her. Sheâs a child, sheâs a baby. What the fuck is wrong with me?â
Gojo was silent, holding a steeled expression around gentle uncovered eyes. He really didnât know what to say. âI canât tell you itâs okay, because what was said and done wasnât okay. But just because you made a mistake doesnât mean it canât be mended. What is it you always say about sewing?â
Geto snorted. âThereâs no use in crying over a ripped seam that can be easily sewn together. Even if itâs the wrong colored thread or poorly mended, it can be reinforced back to the strength it once held through time and patience.â He muttered his motherâs philosophy to Gojo.
âExactly.â Gojo smiled.
Geto rolled, half way in Gojoâs lap, from his side to his back. Eyes red, lashed wet, and cheeks stained with dried tears. He reached a hand up, pushing a few stray hairs caught in Satoruâs white lashes. âIâm so sorry.â He apologized.
âI love you.â Gojo whispered.
âI know, but it doesnât forgive what Iâve said and done.â Geto index finger lightly trailed down Satoruâs cheek. Admiring the ethereal eyes he rarely got to see these days because of their busy schedules.
âMaybe not, but because I love you, youâve already been forgiven.â
Gojo kisses him softly, like Geto was fragile. Which he supposes he is at this moment. But he cradled him like he were porcelain.
âWeâre gonna have to move to a bigger place.â Geto smiled tiredly.
Gojo gave a nosey chuckle, nodding in agreement. But he stopped and gave a hard look like he was thinking. âHowâŠhow would you feel about me becoming a teacher? At the school.â
Suguru raised a brow and cocked his head lightly. âLike a school teacher at Jujutsu High? Satoru~, you suck at teaching. And we just graduated last year.â
âI know, Iâm not saying now justâŠmaybe in a couple years. Once weâre not wet around the ears anymore. I donât know, Yaga brought it up a couple weeks ago. Said it could be a solution to our issues with the kids needing us around more. Especially with Megâs and Miki.â
Geto nodded absentmindedly, giving light thought to the idea. âI personally donât see why not. You always talk about how our juniors need adults other than the elders influencing or protecting them.â
Satoru nodded back. âThe elders send children barely out of middleschool out on missions that are too advanced with little care. The small numbers we have right now are like fodder to them. I donât knowâŠIâve talk with the others about it a little. Shoko agrees kinda, in her own morbid Shoko way I guess. Said that sheâd rather be there to put them back together or cremate them than a stranger. Nanami said heâs not even sure heâs going to continue being a sorcerer when he graduates in a couple months. Mei could care less, which I figured. Greedy bitchâŠâhe tsked softly. âHaibara and Utahime though, they felt the same wayââ
âYou had a cordial conversation with Utahime? Wooooow, someoneâs mature now.â He lightly pinched Satoruâs cheek as his lover chuckled.
âI know look at me goâŠ.they said that theyâre worried about the next generation too. We got Ijichi out, god knows he would have been a curse snack. But the restâŠNana, Mimi, even Megâs. Their generation will need people who actually care. Who knows the neglect of the Jujutsu elders. Yaga is about to be promoted to principal so he canât be there for them. He was barely able to be there for us. I donât know, it was just something we talked about.â He shrugged with dusted pink cheeks.
Getoâs fond smile broadened. His ever proud, bashful love. A large heart hidden by a shroud of arragonce and forced brovado. âI think right now itâs something to think about, and later to plan. But in this moment, I just want you to kiss me. And to love me. And to keep being the strongest for the man that loves you, and the children that weâve picked up that look up to you.â
He didnât need to be asked twice. Lips connecting, hands cradling. Making up for weeks of passive aggressive words and painful ire towards each other. Relief filling both of them, but pride as well for surviving a difficult time as a couple. Though their hands roamed it was not motivated by lust.
No lust, no passion, no hunger or insistency. Just reassurance in a physical language. Love, adoration, fondness, protection, support. Powerful separate, but the strongest together. A bond that can be mended over and over and over, but never torn.
And just around the corner, a prickly Megumi, a nosey Nanako watched them with big eyes.
âI told you they were together like a momma and a papa.â She whispered with a quiet shrug.
Megumi only glared at the scene, heâs not convinced quite yet. More observation is needed.
But at least theyâre talking again. Watching their silent fight was jsut annoying. Adults are weird.
Holy this became its own monster, my lord. It went from headcanons to Drabble to border line fic. I actually have in the works rn a Satosugu when both went from fostering guardians/big brothers to fathers almost finished so keep an eye out for that because itâs kinda an aftermath of this and geto still being a bit problematic đ hey man itâs progress not perfection lmao.
Iâd like to also preface, and many people can agree. Parents make mistakes. No matter the age, gender, sexuality, race, relationship to the child (parental, siblings raising siblings, foster parenting, adoption, aunt/uncle, teen, elderly, all of em) Sometimes parents fuck up cus raising kids is hard. Try not to be too harsh towards my Satosuguâs actions or what I headcanon them as. Being a teen dad is hard đ©
Thank you for reading. Iâve gained a lot of followers in such a short amount of time and itâs nice to know some people people enjoy my mad babbling. So thanks homies đ«¶
