Satoru Gojo was always a little shit. He just happened to have a seven-year-old accomplice now.
Your son was a carbon copy of his father. Same fluffy white hair, same bright blue eyes, same annoyingly perfect face. Your genes had taken one look at Gojo’s DNA, sighed, and given up completely.
And, of course, he had Limitless.
Which was why you walked into the backyard that Wednesday afternoon and found the two of them standing in the middle of the grass, looking far too proud of themselves.
Your son was hovering three centimeters above the grass, his tiny dark sunglasses perched proudly on his nose. They were completely unnecessary, of course, but he’d insisted on wearing them because Dad wore sunglasses too, and apparently that was enough reason.
In front of him stood Satoru, looking like the world’s most irresponsible father as he casually tossed pebbles at his son, watching each one stop in midair before it could touch him with pure delight.
“See? Perfect!” Satoru said, grinning. “Now try walking forward while keeping it up. No breaking concentration. You’re not just strong, you’re untouchable. You’re better than most of the kids at—”
“Satoru Gojo”
Both heads turned.
Satoru slowly looked over his shoulder, his smile already morphing into the unmistakable expression of a man who had just been caught doing something incredibly stupid and had decided charm was his only remaining defense.
“Hey, baby.” His grin widened. “You look beautiful today. It’s like the sun manifested in your face.”
You crossed your arms.
“You were throwing rocks at our son.”
“Supervised rocks.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“And you were about to tell him he’s better than most of the kids at school.”
“Well, that’s t—” Satoru stopped himself when he caught your glare.
Your son looked between the two of you and decided to help.
“Dad said if I get really good at Infinity, even you won’t be able to catch me when I’m in trouble.”
Satoru closed his eyes like he was in physical pain.
“…Buddy. We talked about the timing of honesty.”
You pointed toward the house.
“Both of you. Inside. Time-out. Now.”
Satoru blinked. “Both of us?”
“Yes. You for turning Infinity into a ‘get out of trouble free’ card, and him for looking way too excited about it.”
Your son finally lowered himself onto the grass, his little sunglasses sliding down his nose.
“But I was doing really good...”
“Hallway. Wall. Ten minutes.”
“Moooooom—”
“Fifteen.”
They disappeared into the house.
Ten minutes later, you walked past the hallway and found them sitting side by side against the wall. Mini-Gojo was cross-legged on the floor, tiny sunglasses still perched on his nose like he was serving time in juvenile detention. Stupid-Gojo had his legs stretched out beside him.
They looked identical. Same pout. Same furrowed brows. Same deeply offended expression of two people who had apparently been wronged by the justice system.
Your son leaned toward his father and whispered, “Dad... is Mom really mad?”
Satoru glanced toward you before whispering back, “Furious. And she’s the strongest person in this house, so maybe don’t make eye contact.”
You cleared your throat.
Both heads snapped up at the same time. Satoru immediately put on his most innocent smile. “We were reflecting.”
Your son nodded solemnly. “A lot.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And what did you learn?”
Your son opened his mouth. Satoru shot him a warning look. But it was already too late.
“That next time we should practice when mom’s at the store.”
Satoru dropped his head back against the wall with a groan.
You stared at them for a long second. Then you pointed at the wall again.
“Another fifteen minutes. Both of you.”
Mini-Gojo gasped. “Dad, you got us more time!”
“I regret teaching you how to talk.” Stupid-Gojo muttered under his breath.
They sat there in matching silence, matching white hair, matching blue eyes, matching punishment.
You walked away before either of them could see the smile you were fighting.
Behind you, there was a moment of silence. Then, very quietly:
“Dad?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Can Infinity get us out of time-out?”
Stupid-Gojo glanced down at Mini-Gojo.
“...Technically.”
“Satoru.”
“I’M KIDDING.”
You rolled your eyes and went back to whatever you’d been doing. It was only Wednesday. You sighed.
God help you.
perm taglist 1: @butterbeanandsparkleface @gojodotexe @eyekoniccs @gumiisbunni @latinaacream4choso @adoreiasworld @radeylady @blossybliss @linkhyliaswife8 @essenceofsagexo @sweetpapriikaa @swimmingsharky101 @so3lar @thytorturedpoet @shroomie017 @livchei @whimsypopswirl @kun4ril @kvbvni @gojoful @misshale21 @wiserion @crsierram @xiaoderrrr @stairlzxts @beth-isnt-home @satosugusgoldenchild @nerdsatoru @limrnce999 @laisaj-21 @shytragedyraccoon @rav3n23 @kyarujjk0 @dreasalty @yochicoz @luvnics @fartoofy @affinityblues @m1dnlghtr4in @abbycadabras @rikiswifeyyy @ryeongzoned @ariniip @femeunhae @chiyokoemilia @sugo-jo @renfangirls247 @tootyallfarty @neonaby @user12341409
