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baskingsol · 1 year ago

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Problem Club

pairing: eventual!OC x Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru

summary: A dinner begins with the three idiots learning more about each other.

“Ah Ms. Yokai, dining with us tonight?” A small, older woman greets Yami at the entrance to a small-looking restaurant.

“Wouldn’t ever go anywhere else Kobayashi-san,” Yami laughs. “Brought some guests too.”

“Oh!” Kobayashi says, glancing at the two men behind Yami. “The regular seating tonight?”

“If you could,” Yami replies. “Wouldn’t want to be a bother to any other patrons.”

“Oh nonsense!” The woman waves to Yami and the men follow her further into the restaurant. “As if I’d stoop to put someone else in your room.”

“Your room?” Suguru chuckles, admiring the painted shoji doors used as dividers between tables.

Kobayashi shoots Yami a smirk, stopping in front of a pair of shoji doors set into the wall.

“It should be all set for you already. I’ll send the new boy in to take orders in a bit. He could use a good scare, hasn’t been listening to Itamae.”

“I’ll be nice, Kobyashi-san.” Yami laughs, shaking her head. “Thank you.”

Kobayashi smiles warmly at the men before walking away and into a door labeled “Kitchen”.

“Frequent this place enough for them to save you a personal room?” Satoru teases, following Yami and Suguru into the room.

Beyond the shoji doors lays a simple eating setup. Tatami floors with a single table in the middle of the room with four cushions for seats. Menus and glasses of water are already placed neatly on the table.

“Old friends, so they always keep a place open for me,” Yami replies, plopping down into one of the cushions around the table. “Gotta have some privacy so I can eat in peace.”

“How old?” Suguru asks, sitting down at the table opposite Yami. “I assumed there weren’t many people that knew of you.”

“There isn’t. But old connections often are lost in the records of jujutsu society, especially those not concerning the main clans,” Yami snorts, unclipping and placing her mask down on the table. “Our families have been close since at least the Edo period.”

“Edo period?” Satoru interrupts, flopping down into the seat next to Suguru. “I didn’t think you were thousands of years old. You definitely don’t look old enough.”

“I’m not, idiot.” Yami laughs. “Our family alliance has just been that old.”

“Alliance?” Suguru adds.

“How much do you know of the story of Kuchisake-onna?” Yami asks, eyes flicking between the two men, arms relaxed above her head.

“She was some ghost story our grandparents had told my parents to scare them when they were young,” Suguru chuckled as Satoru shrugged. “A warning about stranger danger or something.”

“Her story is much older and more complex than that,” Yami smiles. “Kuchisake-onna was a beautiful woman living here in Tokyo, previously called Edo in the Edo period. She was married to a samurai during the Tokugawa shogunate. Her husband was restless, enjoying the perks that came with his new high rank in society, fearing his wife was doing the same while he was away with other women. So one night in a drunken rage, he decided to make sure she would be unwanted by maiming her to be as undesirable as possible, slitting her face open.”

The two men sit silently, taking in the story as Yami continues.

“Strong emotions are what spawn cursed spirits and with all the emotions during that night, when she died from her wounds, she became a cursed vengeful spirit, leading to the warnings to kids from parents to avoid ‘The Slit Mouth Woman’.”

“So how did she end up with you?” Satoru asks, breaking his silence. “Most cursed spirits aren't willing to bind to people without a contract.”

“That's true. Yuta and Rika have a binding vow that keeps them together. I have a vow with Kuchisake-onna, just differently than Yuta’s obviously.” Yami explains, rubbing her cut cheek. “When Kuchisake-onna died that night, she cursed her husband for what he’d done, a curse that has lasted through their bloodline. Any men born were born weak, crippled, or dead. The women though were born normal, but once every couple of generations there would be one that Kuchisake-onna would come back to protect, acting as if they were her daughter. Once the family caught on that Kuchisake would choose a host, they would cut the girl’s face to match. To honor her.” Yami spat out the last few words with a scowl.

“Like a cult to worship her,” Suguru murmured, face blank as his mind wanders to years before.

“Not much of a cult anymore,” Yami’s scowl twists into a smirk. “Kuchisake-onna doesn't take kindly to people maiming her kids.”

At that Satoru barks out a laugh, startling the other two.

“So in their way to worship her, they only sealed their doom,” Satoru laughs again. “Oh, that's really good.”

“Satoru!” Suguru scolds, a vein popping in his neck. “I’m sorry for him Yami. He doesn't know how to act sometimes.”

“Oh it’s all fine,” Yami smiles at the black-haired man. “At least he's lightened the mood. After all that, Kobayashi-san took care of me and sent me to Yuki once I was old enough to start getting a handle on everything. I imagine Yaga was sent to find you (points lazily at Suguru) and he was shoved into the school by his family (points at Satoru who is just barely containing his laughter).”

“Oh yeah you should have seen him when he was brought to school,” Suguru chuckles, rubbing his hands together. “All holier than thou kid that needed a reality check.”

“You weren't any better!” Satoru teases back, poking Suguru’s bun. “You and Nanamin basically could have started a band with how much emo gunk you two were putting off. Didn’t grow out of it either.”

Suguru turns to scold the blue-eyed man, but stops shortly as a boy steps in through the shoji doors, holding a pad of paper.

“Uh hello, My name is Daichi and I’ll be …” The boy starts listing off, stopping suddenly as his eyes widen at Yami’s wide smile aimed at him, flicking between the two men and her face.

“Staring’s rude y’know,” Yami teases, Daichi’s face turning very red. “Kobayashi-san should have taught you better manners than that.”

“My apologies. Kobayashi-sama didn’t inform me we were having such an important client here today,” Daichi half-bows swiftly.

“Oh, she’s just scaring you,” Yami laughs, waving the boy up from his bow. “I’ll take two plates of the gyoza and a glass of soju, tell Itamae to make them extra crispy.”

“I’ll get the soba and a coke,” Suguru smiles warmly at the now less-nervous boy carefully writing down their orders.

“Curry for me, and a sprite.” Satoru chimes in, scaring the boy all over again.

Daichi quickly scribbles down the order, awkwardly bowing again to Yami, and rushes out of the room.

“God you’d think kids these days would have some manners!” Satoru faux-scoffs, grabbing at Yami’s mask. “This is much more scary than the real thing.”

“Is that a compliment from the oh-so-great Satoru Gojo?” Suguru teases, smirking at Yami. “Who would have thought you’d have it in you?”

“And so blatant too. I would think you’d have more shame.” Yami laughs, earning an eye-roll from Suguru and a huff from Satoru.

"A man can't even compliment a pretty woman these days," Satoru pouts, tossing Yami back her mask. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up you two."

“So I assume you’ve figured it out that we’re a thing,” Suguru chuckles, gesturing between him and Satoru. “Not like we’re trying to hide it at all with Satoru’s subtleness like a bull in a flower shop.”

“You’re just as bad!” Satoru cuts in. “Always being so domestic, it’s impossible to do nothing.”

“I figured most sorcerers didn’t have ‘attachments’,” Yami says, with air quotes. “But makes sense that the strongest would be with each other.”

“Most don’t but find other ways to find ground with the profession,” Suguru explains. “Would you believe that our dear doctor Shoko is a raging alcoholic and smoker?”

“Oh for sure. Yuki always loves a good bottle of vodka. Like a worse wine aunt,” Yami laughs. “Everyone’s got their grounding methods.”

"I used to be just as bad as Shoko with the cigarettes but the kids hated the smell," Suguru chuckles. "It's now a more "emergency smoke" situation. Satoru though is a feind for his sweets. I swear he loves sugar more than anyone else in the world."

“You know I need to keep my brain stimulated,” Satoru teases to another eyeroll and gag from Suguru. “So what’s yours, Ms. Yokai? For someone who barely exists, it seems like we’re some of the only people who know the most about you.”

“I don’t have someone waiting for me if that’s what you’re wondering,” Yami smirks. “Never been in one country for too long to have any long-term commitments. I’ve just barely been back in Japan for the last two years.”

“What brought you back?” Suguru asks gently. “Yuta wasn’t discovered until a couple of months ago, so he can’t be the sole reason.”

“Yuki had asked me to come meet her newest student, Aoi Todo, now a Kyoto student. I’ve been taking jobs in the country since then.” Yami explains easily. “Most of the jujutsu world has heard of me in some form since then, so might as well make my full appearance in the best way possible to help out the school. Several clans would love me dead”

“Welcome to the club,” Satoru snorts. “Most of the jujutsu world would love it if Suguru or I weren’t such problems.”

“To the Problems Club,” Yami laughs, raising her glass of water as she cheers with the two men.

a/n: Sorry this took me longer than usual to write. Moving and work really killed and trying to write flirting as someone who is as subtle as Gojo is damn hard. The dinner will be continuing next time!

#jjk au #jujutsu kaisen #satoru x reader x suguru #gojo is a menace #gojo satoru #satosugu x reader #geto suguru #geto is exhausted #flirting is hard #poor daichi

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