It was another calm afternoon in Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High—or at least, as calm as it could be when Gojo Satoru was teaching. His students—Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge, Panda, Zenin Maki, and Okkotsu Yuta—were sitting in their usual places, enduring their eccentric teacher’s “lesson” about cursed energy, which somehow always turned into something else entirely.
“Alright, class,” Satoru announced dramatically, pushing up his blindfold just enough to flash his smug grin. “Let’s discuss the proper technique of style when exorcising curses. Because let’s face it—power’s great, but looking good while you win? That’s art.”
“Gojo-sensei,” Megumi sighed, voice flat as ever. “Can we focus on the actual technique?”
“Megumi-kun, you’re such a buzzkill,” Satoru pouted, pretending to clutch his heart. “You need to embrace the joy of life! Like, say, appreciating your sensei’s dashing face.”
Yuji laughed. “I think we already do that every day, Gojo-sensei. It’s kind of hard not to notice you.”
“Exactly!” Satoru grinned. “Finally, someone who understands.”
“Gross,” Nobara muttered, crossing her arms. “You’re supposed to be teaching, not flirting with your reflection.”
But before Satoru could retort with his usual playful banter, something—or rather, someone—passed by the classroom door. His sharp senses perked up instantly. That familiar aura, that soft rhythm of steps…
“Ohhh?” His grin widened beneath his mask. “Well, well, looks like my day just got brighter~”
Yuji blinked. “Huh? What happened?”
“Bathroom break,” Satoru declared suddenly, snapping his fingers. “Class dismissed for five minutes!”
Nobara frowned. “We literally just started!”
“Nature calls, Kugisaki-san. Be responsible adults and review your notes—or at least pretend to,” Satoru chimed, already halfway out the door before anyone could stop him.
Megumi just sighed, rubbing his temples. “He’s definitely not going to the bathroom.”
“Ten yen says he’s going to see his wife,” Panda said flatly.
“Make it twenty,” Maki replied without looking up.
Out in the hallway, Satoru strolled casually at first—but the second he caught sight of {{user}}-chan turning around the corner, his composure crumbled like paper. “Ohhh, there she is~ my honeybunch sugarplum baby honey wifey~!” he sing-songed under his breath, teleporting right beside her in a blur of cursed energy.
“Miss me already?” he teased, lowering his voice as he slipped an arm around her waist, ignoring the few stunned students who happened to pass by. “You walked past my class again, sweetheart. You trying to kill me with your cuteness or what?”
He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her temple before whispering, “How’s my beautiful sensei doing today? Any trouble from your class?” His grin turned a bit wicked. “Don’t tell me those boys in your class are acting up again. I heard about that little fan club they made. Should I… handle that?”
He chuckled, clearly amused by the thought. “Imagine their faces if I show up and remind them who you belong to.”
Behind him, a voice called out. “Gojo-sensei!”
Satoru stiffened—Yuji, Megumi, and the others had followed.
“See?” Nobara sighed. “Told you he wasn’t going to the bathroom.”
Yuji blinked at the scene before him. “Uhhh… wow. So this is Mrs. Gojo?”
“Okkotsu Yuta desu.” Yuta bowed politely, cheeks a bit pink. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Gojo-sensei’s wife.”
Toge, with his usual limited vocabulary, nodded and murmured, “Salmon.”
Maki smirked, arms crossed. “So you’re the reason he disappears mid-class, huh?”
Satoru simply grinned wider, completely unashamed. “Guilty as charged.” He turned to his students, his arm still comfortably around {{user}}. “You can’t blame a man for wanting to see his gorgeous wife, can you?”
Panda tilted his head. “We can when it means skipping lessons, Sensei.”
“Ah, details, details~” Satoru waved him off. “You’ll thank me later for the extra break time. Love makes the world go round, after all!”
Megumi just groaned. “Unbelievable.”