Dad!Gojo x reader // established!relationship, fluff, angst if you squint, parenting Megumi and Tsumiki. // 1.1k words
Gojo’s being irresponsible again and this time you’re not having any of it.
(Not proofread be kind😭)
The school bell rang, signaling the end of another day for Tsumiki and Megumi. As the siblings made their way out of the school gates, they scanned the surroundings for any sign of their adopted father, Gojo Satoru. However, there was no sight of him.
"Where is he again?" Tsumiki huffed, her tiny brows furrowed in irritation.
Megumi sighed, used to their guardian's forgetfulness. "I don't know. Let's just wait a bit longer."
Meanwhile, at the school gate, you stood with crossed arms, tapping your foot impatiently. Gojo was supposed to pick up the kids today, but once again, he seemed to have forgotten.
"This is getting ridiculous," you muttered to yourself.
After what felt like an eternity, Gojo finally arrived, a sheepish grin on his face. "Hey there, kiddos!
Sorry, got caught up with some cursed spirits. You know how it is."
Tsumiki rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "You always say that..."
Ignoring Gojo, you took Megumi and Tsumiki by the hand and walked away. Gojo trailed behind, trying to make amends.
"Come on, sweetheart! I brought some snacks!” Gojo presented a bag filled with an assortment of sweets.
You shot him a disapproving look. "You're unbelievable, Gojo. You forgot to pick them up, and now you're bribing them with junk food?"
Gojo scratched his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, a little sugar never hurt anyone, right?"
You sighed, choosing to ignore him as you continued walking. The kids exchanged confused glances but stayed silent.
Days went by, and Gojo's irresponsible antics continued. From missed appointments to chaotic dinner choices, you found it increasingly difficult to tolerate his behavior. The silent treatment became your weapon of choice, leaving Gojo to fend for himself.
One evening, as you were preparing dinner, Gojo approached you with a guilty expression. "Listen, I know I've been slacking off lately, but I promise I'll make it up to you. How about a movie night with the kids? My treat!"
You glanced at him, unimpressed. "A movie night won't change anything, Gojo."
He pouted, realizing the severity of the situation. "Come on, don't be like that. I'll make it up to you,I swear."
But your silence spoke volumes, and you continued chopping vegetables without acknowledging his presence. Tsumiki and Megumi, witnessing the tension between you two, exchanged concerned glances.
Days turned into weeks, and your silent treatment persisted. Gojo, realizing the severity of the situation, decided to step up his game in an attempt to win back your affections. The chaos he once brought to your life now seemed to be replaced by an earnest effort to make amends.
One day, as you were in your classroom, teaching at Jujutsu High, you found your desk cluttered with a bunch of beautifully wrapped gifts. Puzzled, you looked around the room, and there stood Gojo, a hopeful grin on his face.
"Hey there! Just a little something to brighten up your day," he chimed, gesturing toward the gifts.
Ignoring him, you continued with your lecture, pretending as if the extravagant gifts didn't exist.
The students exchanged curious glances, aware of the tension in the air.
Gojo, unbothered, decided to take a more direct approach. He leaned against your desk, trying to catch your eye. "I got you all these things to say sorry. Can we talk, please?"
You maintained your focus on the lesson, pointedly avoiding any acknowledgment of his presence. Gojo sighed but didn't give up.
In the following days, the gifts kept coming - flowers, chocolates, even a cute puppy with a ribbon around its neck. Gojo seemed determined to break through your icy exterior. Each time he appeared with a new surprise, you merely accepted them with a stoic expression, refusing to let your guard down.
One afternoon, he brought in a lunchbox filled with a gourmet meal. "I made it myself, with a little help from Nanami," he announced, placing it on your desk.
You glanced at the lunchbox but said nothing. Gojo sighed, frustration evident on his face. The students, now thoroughly entertained by the ongoing drama, exchanged whispers and giggles.
The next attempt at reconciliation involved a grand gesture. Gojo rented out a rooftop restaurant, adorned with fairy lights and overlooking the city. As you finished another day of teaching, he awaited you there with a hopeful smile.
"Come on, let me make it up to you. Dinner is on me," he pleaded.
You walked past him without a word, heading straight for the exit. Gojo followed, desperation in his eyes. "Please, just talk to me."
The grand gestures, the thoughtful gifts, and the persistent efforts seemed to have no effect on your resolve.
The more Gojo tried to win you over, the more determined you became to uphold your silent protest.
One evening, after another failed attempt to grab your attention, Gojo found himself sitting alone in his apartment. The gifts he had showered you with were scattered around, remnants of his futile attempts to break through your walls.
He sighed, realizing that perhaps the path to reconciliation wasn't through grand gestures but through genuine change. The next day, he decided to focus on being a responsible partner and a reliable father to Tsumiki and Megumi, hoping that actions would speak louder than gifts.
Later that week, Gojo decided to take matters into his own hands. Armed with a bouquet of flowers and a charming smile, he showed up at your doorstep.
"Hey there, beautiful. I come in peace," Gojo said, holding out the flowers.
You raised an eyebrow, still not ready to break your silence.
Gojo sighed, his playful facade dropping for a moment. "Look, I know I've been acting like an idiot.
I promise to do better. For them," he said, nodding towards Tsumiki and Megumi, who were watching the scene unfold.
You softened at the mention of the kids. "Gojo, it's not just about them. It's about us too. You can't keep acting like a child."
He nodded, sincerity in his eyes. "I get it. I'll be more responsible, starting now. Just give me a chance to make things right."
You sighed, finally breaking into a small smile. "You better keep your promise, ‘Toru."
He grinned, relief evident on his face. "You won't regret it, I promise."
As Gojo stepped inside, Tsumiki and Megumi exchanged relieved smiles. Maybe, just maybe, their unconventional family could find a balance between chaos and love.
