In Jujutsu High, you were a trio.

A group of three friends, that may have held hands and fallen asleep in each other's laps and stolen kisses in the night. You three had been so close, so it wasn't a surprise that when Geto started resenting humans without cursed energy (filthy fucking monkeys, that Gojo followed him.

At least to you.

The Jujutsu world was in chaos when the Gojo Satoru went wrong and started to kill the very people he was supposed to protect. But that was the way of love. Suguru couldn't stand non-cursed humans, and so Satoru would do as his love wished.

You didn't agree. To you, humans were like children, in need of your protection, they made mistakes and that was okay! But you were always the weaker of the three. You never stood a chance against them.

When you disappeared, everyone suspected you had died. That the two had killed their weakest link. But no one knew you were locked up in the spacious home, with cursed-energy restraining handcuffs on 24/7. You couldn't leave, but you'd learn to love them again. Your two husbands.

Maybe back when you were 13 and naive, you would've dreamed of being theirs and only theirs. And now, the thought sickened you.

"Baby.." Cooed an irritatingly charming voice from behind you, as sun shone through the curtains. A kiss on your nape, Gojo's arms tightened around your waist. You were facing Geto, whose fingers were curled into your hair, your face pressed against his chest. "Good morning, princess." Geto murmured.