HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS— DAD..??
pairing: satoru gojo x reader
synopsis: there’s a crash. and than a bang. and than a little megumi who looks just like his dad right after his shower… you and satoru take the initiative to fix it.
tags: fluff. pure fluff. attacking gojo (verbally), threats of going bald, kid megumi, teen gojo, teen reader,
a/n: i purely wrote this on the whim of megumi looking like toji during the episode of megumi v reggie. mamaguro genes where are you 💔 also tsumiki was at a play date or soemthinf I SWEAR I DID NOT FORGET HER. idk the wc but its short do not worry
“oh god no.”
those are the last words you hear before a petrified shriek is let out from the corner of the room, really the direction of the bathroom, but either way it’s so obnoxious that it makes you jump.
“sweetie! come, no—hurry over here,” satoru yells, the unfolded laundry in your hands falling as you scrunch your brows at the ominous call.
it was supposed to be a calm weekend where you and satoru visited megumi and tsumiki for a break. but in this household, it seemed like something just always went wrong.
“is everything alright?” you ask, looking at the direction of the bathroom awaiting an answer that never comes. silence answers you before you hear a small bicker, a crash, and a bang.
your confusion grows as you make your way toward the the bathroom, a child and adult sounding like a child getting louder and louder until you peer into what looks like warfare.
“Megumi, god, stay still—!” satoru grunts, towel in his hand as a weapon as a tiny megumi grips his hands to shove them away, annoyance clearly written on his face as if satoru was a disease.
“don’t touch me!”
you barge in immediately, making your presence known as you swing the door open a little wider. “what is going on here?”
both of them cease and fall silent, staring at you. and what you see is… well it’s something.
satoru is clutching onto a towel trying to push it onto megumi’s sopping hair, and megumi’s hair looks.
oh my god, he looks exactly like his dad.
you don’t know how wide your jaw cracks open but you immediately shoot your eyes to satoru as he points with his eyebrows to the new and not improved look.
this… this was terrifying.
“why are you two staring like that?!”
it’s obvious megumi just finished his shower and changed into new attire, but his hair. oh my god, it was soaked. with his usually pointy hair now drooping down, you saw his father in him as clear as day.
and it made your stomach drop.
megumi backs up immediately from satoru into your legs, hair still dripping as he cringes from satoru’s expression before looking up to yours.
“can you tell him to leave me alone?!”
there’s a scoff that comes out of satoru’s mouth. he clutches his heart, pushing his sunglasses up before standing up from his crouched position. “just cause she’s here doesn’t mean you can just run away from me! she’s literally my girlfriend!”
“yeah well, she probably only dated you out of charity.” it’s a smug remark and the face satoru makes is hilarious. pure comedy gold, it takes something in you to not straight up laugh in his face.
“hey! hey! you take that back right now—” he looks up to you with a pout, “that’s not true at all, right sweets?”
you giggle, putting your hands on megumi’s shoulders before tilting your head and lightly humming, “well, kid’s pretty smart for his age..”
“excuse me?!”
you laugh while feeling satoru’s ego recede, taking your words to the grave, but megumi still tugs on your pants, eager to ask you something.
leaning down to hear him, megumi is pointing at satoru like he’s an exotic animal, a very uninteresting one, “can you tell him to leave me alone?”
“i am literally right here.”
the bickering just continues to grow from there and it’s pure chaos, but something in you just can’t stop laughing. at megumi’s insults and satoru’s expressions, you have to inhale deeply to get ahold of yourself. megumi though is borderline pissed by the time you release his shoulders.
“he just wanted to dry your hair,” you whole heartedly shrug, glancing at the scary resemblance of his hair. you mutter a small, “it’s pretty wet,” and he looks onto the floor avoiding your eye contact.
megumi sharply inhales before he spits out a remark, a small, “I can just do it myself,” under his breath. you just hum before taking some of his hair into your hand and inspecting it.
“I have no doubt you can’t. your hair is getting long though.”
“go bald…” satoru whispers from the back while you glare at him to shut up while he defensively puts his hands up.
megumi stays quiet, clenching his jaw while you let go of his hair. “do you want me to cut it?” you ask, tilting your head while you see the little urchins hesitation.
you can still see it. the urge to say no in fear of something going wrong, so you give him a reassuring smile. “If it makes you feel better, I cut satoru’s hair too.”
“but he’s,” megumi takes a long pause to think before speaking, “ugly..”
you hear a loud garbled noise in the backround, the white hair mop choking on his words. you ignore him, but megumi says it with such a dead serious face you can’t help but smile even bigger.
“well, doesn’t his hair look good though?”
megumi glances behind him to see satoru visibly frowning, towel in his hand while staying inherently silent like a wet sock left in the rain, but satoru’s hair is fluffy. maybe not stylish but it didn’t hurt to look at his ivory hair.
it takes a while until the black haired boy nods in small agreement.
a giggle slips out of your mouth before you pat megumi’s head and stand up, looking at satoru who’s now pissed.
“stop moping,” you tease, “he said he likes your hair!”
“he called me ugly.”
you walk over and pinch satoru’s cheek before cooing a small, “if it makes you feel better, I think you’re cute,” to relieve the bruise on his ego.
his boyish grin comes back in a snap and you pat his cheek twice to relieve any light pain. before he could say a cheesy response in time, you hear a tiny “yuck” in the background that makes you pause.
“megumi. I’m going to make you bald,” is satoru’s last words before he’s chasing down him again, loud frenzied footsteps receding down the hall with a ‘get away from me!’ being shouted.
just another normal day in the fushiguro household.
after some time of promising, convincing, and scolding satoru, you finally get megumi to believe you are not going to make him bald.
satoru still sticks his tongue out at the mention and you can’t help but stick your tongue at him back.
and finally, megumi sits down on the chair, cautiously, and you carefully snip away, humming a melody while satoru floats around you giving pointers you never cared about. who was he to give you tips when you were the one always cutting his hair to perfection?
it’s a short trim with you snipping away, but after some time you and satoru come to realize that his hair still… flopped down.
the hair cut was good, that wasn’t a lie at all. it was just, his hair fell down like it couldn’t hold itself, and you could see satoru cringe with a shiver after witnessing the scary resemblance.
“is it bad?” megumi frowns, hand moving to feel his hair while you and satoru both shake your head no. it looked good. it just made you both remind yourselves of a very dark path.
really a memory that none of you wanted to linger on.
satoru claps suddenly, stance strengthining as he announces a loud, “okay!” making megumi whip his head around at how loud this guy was.
“now time for you to learn one of the very first things of manhood!” his lengthy arms swing around before landing on megumi with finger guns and a grin, “how to style your hair!”
satoru smirks to himself smugly before letting out a lecture, megumi listening against his will as satoru bragged, “this is a family trade secret. you better not tell anybody.”
and then you witness satoru relay some of his own hair products to little wee megumi who scrunches his face in confusion.
it’s a quiet harmony as you witness the small kid follow satoru’s instructions, small hands ruffling through black locks while gojo steps in time to time.
“like this, and than shuffle your hair a little bit..!” satoru shakes his hand through megumi’s hair. a little too harsh and megumi’s hand moving up to stop him, yet finally gojo stands behind the kid with the proudest stance you could’ve ever witnessed.
“low and behold… Megumi Fushiguro!!”
jazz hands are thrown around as you can’t help but crack a smile.
megumi’s hair looks fluffy, just like satoru’s, and it sticks out it places that look nothing like his father.
instead of his father, he looked like a mini gojo.
that in itself made you laugh to yourself quietly while you felt your heart warm.
and in the end, you could see megumi’s quiet fulfillment in his new hair.
“problem solved… hm?” satoru smirks, nudging you with his elbow while you cross your arms and roll your eyes playfully.
“yeah, at the cost of megumi’s patience and mine.”
“as wise people would say, no pain, no gain.”
“should I threaten to shave you bald next time?”
“I would… I would really prefer if you didn’t.”
bonus:
“Fushiguro, how do you style your hair?”
It’s early in the morning, and yuji is whining way to loud. and it’s inssistent before megumi knocks his fist into itadori’s head, a yelp screeching out of Itadori’s mouth.
“Stop screaming,” megumi sighs, yuji rubbing his head before megumi scratches his neck and mutters a quiet sentence.
“It’s a secret.”
a/n: i hate how choppy all of ts is but oh well! not my problem i hope u lieked it