It started with a ring.

Gojo had been sprawled lazily across Yaga’s desk, tossing a stress ball in the air, when something small but unmistakable caught his eye. A gold band, worn but well-kept, resting on the principal’s left hand. He blinked, sat up, and stared. He had never noticed it before. Had it always been there?

Then came the wallpaper.

Suguru was the next to catch on. During one of their usual office visits—mostly to loiter rather than discuss anything productive—he happened to glance at Yaga’s computer screen as the man stepped away. Instead of the dull, standard background he had expected, there was a candid photo of Yaga beside someone unfamiliar, laughing. The sight was almost jarring. Yaga didn’t laugh. At least, not like that.

And then, the final clue—the picture frame.

Shoko had been rifling through the clutter on Yaga’s desk, looking for a lighter, when she spotted it. Tucked beside stacks of documents was a neatly framed photograph of him with the same person from the wallpaper—this time, dressed formally, standing side by side, rings visible.

That was when it clicked.

He had been married this whole time.

"Wait. Wait," he blurted, sitting up so fast he nearly knocked over a stack of papers. "Since when do you wear a ring?"

Across the office, Suguru’s brows furrowed as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Better question—since when are you married Sensei?"

Shoko, perched lazily on the couch, let out a low whistle. "Damn. I had my money on him dying alone with cursed corpses."

Yaga sighed, rubbing his temple as if he could will away the headache that was forming. "This is hardly—"

"Who is it?" Gojo cut in, eyes practically sparkling with intrigue. "No way anyone actually married you." As if on cue, the office door creaked open, and you stepped inside, a stack of files in hand