It was Gojo who loved to gossip. That was how you knew half as much as you did about Suguru before you started dating. He’d never said too much about himself when he became a teacher, and even now, with the two of you in a relationship — though new — you still didn’t know as much as you’d have liked to. You were friendly with his daughters, and they were friendly with you, but that itch to peek into his mind still bugged you. Even so, you told yourself you’d take this relationship slow. Make it last after your disastrous ex.

“Suguru?” You popped your head into his classroom at the end of the day — at the very least, you two liked to talk on the walk to the train station after hours of not seeing much of one another — and adjusted your bag, smiling as he looked up. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, leaving his reading glasses tucked into his bag’s pocket. Silk black hair fell against the curve of his jaw as he leaned down to grab his thermos (you noted that it was pink with white polka dots but assumed it was from one of his daughters and resisted the urge to tease). Fluidly, he fell in step with you on your way out of Jujutsu Tech.

He let his hand brush yours, then decided quickly that he’d just hold it. Without missing a beat, he delivered smoothly, “Nanako and Mimiko both have club after school. Want to come over for dinner?”