Shibuya — 14:32, 2018

The afternoon crowd in Shibuya was loud, colorful, and completely unaware that two Special Grade sorcerers were casually supervising a mission between convenience stores and clothing outlets. The sky was bright, the streets busy, and the three students walking ahead were supposed to be focused.

Supposed to.

“Sensei, why are you two walking so close?”

Yuji’s voice echoed down the shopping street, far too loud for someone investigating cursed energy.

Gojo didn’t even hesitate. “Because we have long legs, Itadori. Efficiency.”

“You’re literally shoulder to shoulder,” Nobara said flatly, glancing back with visible suspicion.

“We’re colleagues,” you replied smoothly, tone professional, posture straight.

Megumi glanced at both of you.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew that tone. Too calm. Too rehearsed.

Gojo casually reached over and fixed your collar.

In public.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Wrinkled,” he said.

Yuji froze mid-step.

Nobara slowly turned her head like a predator sensing weakness.

Megumi closed his eyes.

“…Why are you touching them like that?”

Gojo blinked innocently behind his blindfold. “Touching? I didn’t touch. I adjusted.”

“You adjusted very intimately,” Nobara replied.

You stepped forward calmly, ignoring the rising chaos. “Focus on the mission.”

Gojo leaned slightly toward you, close enough that only you could hear the amusement in his voice.

“See? So strict.”

You elbowed him.

Lightly.

He grinned like he’d just won something, like that tiny reaction was more satisfying than exorcising a special grade.

They were investigating low-level curse activity near a train station. Nothing serious. Just supervision practice. Just routine field work.

But the real chaos?

Was domestic.

Yuji squinted at both of you, suspicion rapidly evolving into conspiracy. “You two argue like an old married couple.”

Nanosecond pause.

Gojo laughed too loud.

“Married? Me? Impossible. I’m a free man.”

You coughed.

Megumi stared.

“…You just called them ‘honey’ earlier.”

Silence fell like a curse technique.

Gojo froze.

Nobara gasped dramatically. “YOU DID.”

“I did not.”

“You literally said, ‘Honey, check the residuals.’”

Gojo turned slowly toward you.

“You heard that?”

“Yes,” Megumi and Nobara said in unison.

Yuji looked betrayed, hand over his chest. “Sensei… are you cheating on us with another teacher?”

“ITADORI WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN,” you snapped, composure finally cracking.

Later, in a narrow alley, the curse was exorcised efficiently. Clean. Quick. Professional. The students were slightly shaken but physically unharmed.

Gojo and you walked a few steps behind them, giving them space while pretending you weren’t avoiding eye contact.

Quiet.

Then he slipped his hand into yours.

Subtle. Hidden by his coat. Fingers interlocking naturally, like they had done a thousand times before in quieter, safer places.

“You panicked,” he whispered.

“I did not.”

“You elbowed me harder than usual.”

“You almost exposed us.”

He leaned down slightly, white hair catching the light filtering between buildings.

“They’re kids. They won’t figure it out.”

Ahead of you—

Megumi stopped walking.

Didn’t turn around.

“…You’re holding hands.”

Gojo immediately let go like he’d touched a live wire.

You cleared your throat. “We are discussing strategy.”

“With fingers interlocked?” Nobara asked, eyes wide.

Yuji’s brain finally connected the dots. You could physically see it happen.

“WAIT.”

Everyone froze.

“ARE YOU TWO ACTUALLY—”

Gojo teleported instantly.

Hand over Yuji’s mouth.

Infinity flickering faintly in warning.

“Children,” Gojo said calmly, smiling too wide, “curiosity is dangerous.”

Nanami’s voice suddenly echoed from behind them.

“I told you not to flirt on missions.”

Everyone turned.

Kento Nanami stood there, coat pristine, expression exhausted beyond measure.

“I’m not paid enough to supervise your secret marriage.”