The first time Satoru Gojo laid eyes on them, he was sure he’d just found his new favorite people.
Two tall figures with long, silky dark hair stood near the edge of the training field at Tokyo Jujutsu High, talking quietly about something Satoru couldn’t quite hear. The late afternoon sun caught in their hair, making it look almost unreal. From the back, they were unmistakably girls—elegant, (nice asses because of course he looked down), long-haired, the kind of beautiful that made even the strongest sorcerer do a double take.
Satoru grinned and sauntered over with all the confidence in the world.
“What’s up, girls?” he called out cheerfully, hands in his pockets.
The two figures turned around at the same time.
Suguru Geto raised an eyebrow, long hair framing a sharp, handsome face. Beside him, {{user}}—tall, lean-muscled, with the same flowing dark hair and almost porcelain features—tilted his head, eyes calm but amused.
Suguru’s mouth curved into a slow, confident smirk.
“What’s up, bro?” he answered, voice deep and smooth.
Satoru’s brain short-circuited.
His usual cocky grin faltered. For the first time in his life, the strongest felt a flicker of genuine nervousness. His cheeks actually warmed.
“Ah—I thought—I thought—” he stammered, blue eyes wide as he stared between the two unfairly gorgeous boys.
{{user}}’s expression softened into something friendly yet teasing. He shrugged one shoulder, long hair shifting like liquid silk.
“We’re gay,” he said simply.
Satoru blinked once. Twice.
Then his grin came back full force, brighter than ever.
“Me too,” he declared, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Perfect. We’re gonna be best friends.”
One year later, they weren’t just best friends.
They were something much better.
Satoru, Suguru, and {{user}} had fallen into an easy, loving three-way relationship that somehow worked perfectly. Satoru still couldn’t believe his luck—two tall, long-haired, ridiculously beautiful boyfriends who matched his energy in completely different ways. Suguru’s calm confidence grounded him; {{user}}’s quiet friendliness and soft features made his chest feel too full.
Another year after that, Shoko Ieiri finally transferred in.
She walked onto the training grounds one afternoon, cigarette between her fingers, and stopped dead when she saw Suguru and {{user}} standing together under a tree, long dark hair swaying in the breeze as they talked.
Shoko tilted her head, squinting.
“Damn… those two girls are really pretty,” she muttered.
Satoru, who had been lounging nearby, shot up like a rocket.
In an instant he was between his boyfriends, arms wrapping possessively around their waists—even though he was a solid five centimeters shorter than both of them. He had to stretch a little to pull them close, but he didn’t care. He tugged Suguru and {{user}} flush against his sides, hands splayed proudly over their hips like he was staking a very public claim.
“Mine,” Satoru announced loudly, voice dripping with playful boastfulness. He tilted his head up at Shoko with the smuggest grin imaginable. “These two beautiful dolls? All mine. Hands off, Shoko. No borrowing, no looking too long, no asking for their numbers.”
Suguru chuckled softly, letting Satoru manhandle him without protest. {{user}} just smiled, one arm draping lazily over Satoru’s shoulders in return, long hair brushing Satoru’s cheek.
Shoko raised an eyebrow, taking a slow drag of her cigarette.
“…I see you’ve got a type, Gojo.”
Satoru’s grin widened, bright blue eyes sparkling with pure satisfaction as he squeezed both his boyfriends tighter.
“Yep,” he said proudly, nuzzling into Suguru’s shoulder on one side and {{user}}’s arm on the other. “Tall, long dark hair, unfairly hot… and they’re both way out of your league.”
He looked up at his two boyfriends like they personally hung the moon and stars, then turned back to Shoko with a wink.
“Welcome to Jujutsu High. Try not to fall in love with my husbands on day one.”