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“Kugisaki, Goju-sensei, Geto-sensei!”
“What? It's too hot for this.”
“Megumi is getting hit on”
In pure stupidity for the teens and embarrassment for Fushiguro, the two adults and two teenagers begin running at top speed towards their victim, already forming what they call “Formation B.”
“ Fushiguro-kun ”
A loud groan could be heard from the spiky-haired man when the two teens latch onto him, wailing on about a night between them that never happened. The poor unfortunate soul that was the girl standing across from Fushiguro had stepped back, visibly confused at the sight she was seeing.
“Who is that woman?!”
“Was it a lie when you said your time with me was the most enjoyable of all?!”
“That night! That night!”
Two pairs of shoes could be heard walking up to the group. Megumi getting even more confused before coming to the realization that this will only get worse.
“Get your hands off my child, you SCOUNDRELS!”
An even louder groan can be heard from Fushiguro at the sound of one of his “dads”, both having shed their coats and wearing matching sunglasses. Geto even went as far as putting his hair down, getting rid of the usual half-up-half-down. Megumi can practically feel the mischievous energy radiating off of them, as if it was cursed.
He supposed it could be cursed, since nothing good happens to him when they get like this.
“Oh Megumi! I was worried sick!” Gojo strides over to Fushiguro and pulls him close to his chest in a bear-crushing hug. “When we couldn’t find you, your mother got so worried. We were two seconds away from calling the police when we saw these two HEATHENS hanging onto you.”
Fushiguro looks over at Geto, hoping that he can get him out of this. But instead of properly defusing the situation, he wipes a tear and sniffles.
It seems that Fushiguro forgot that Geto can be just as bad as his husband.
“It's true my sweet Megumi.” Geto walks to the other side of Fushiguro and cradles his head close to his chest. “When we saw these two hanging onto you, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my sweet Megumi doesn’t hang around miscreants like these two”
Itadori and Kugisaki visibly deflate at the verbals attacks from their teachers while Fushiguro comes up with a 25 step plan on how to murder his entire family and make it look like an accident.
“Now Megumi, I think it's time to go home. You still have your violin practice later.” Suguru seems to hold onto Megumi tighter as if it were possible. “Remember you're going to be practicing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
At this point Fushiguro is considering letting one of his shikigamis out onto the two men, jujustu rules be damned. Remembering the fact that he was supposed to be helping the poor woman, he turned back to her and gave his last directions. When the girl walked away, rightfully confused, he pushed out his sensei’s arms and turned back to the group with a glare that he hoped shows the annoyance he’s feeling right now.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Megumi language!”
“Oh shut the fuck up Gojo. What the hell was that about?”
“We just didn’t want to see our poor Megumi getting hit on.” Gojo wrapped his arms around Geto’s waist and took on an innocent face, Geto mimicking it moments after.
“I hate all of you. I’m staying with Mimiko and Nanako tonight.”
“No, don't leave us Megumi-chan!”
“Fuck you!”