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1.
The first time they heard about Itadori-sensei’s girlfriend was in the first week of school. Honestly, Makoto is surprised it took so long.
It happened right after they finished sparring at the end of class. Makoto had won, so he had the grand honor of picking the takeout that Itadori-sensei was buying for them. Makoto had been scrolling through UberEats before deciding on ginger pork with a special ginger-garlic sauce.
“Oh, Megumi would love that.” Itadori said wistfully, with an expression that could genuinely only be described as love sick. Now Makoto wasn’t a romantic, but that was the most infatuated look he’d ever seen. He looked over to Ishi and Miya, fixing them with a sort of "Are you guys seeing this too?” look. Miya looked over and giggled, while Ishi just shrugged.
The thing is, it just kept happening. For the most innocuous things, Itadori-sensei would casually name drop Megumi.
“Megumi loves that movie!” he’d exclaim with a grin, his eyes lighting up.
“Ugh, Megumi said the same thing about those annoying birds,” he’d sigh, his tone laced with both fondness and exasperation.
To be honest, it was pretty endearing. Makoto could tell that their teacher truly was infatuated with this Megumi person, so much so that they found their way into the most innocuous conversations, even just as a throwaway comment. It became a running bit to see how many times Itadori would mention Megumi at a time. (The highest count they got was six times in one day)
One time, when they were eating lunch, Miya brought up the subject. “Honestly, I’m a little surprised that Itadori-sensei has a girlfriend. Was anyone else getting a bit of a gay vibe?”
Makoto dismissed her, saying, “Nah, I didn’t really get that. It's hard to when he’s talking about his girlfriend all the time.”
Miya just rolled her eyes. “I meant before all of that. But yeah, it’s pretty clear they’re in love.” She sighed dramatically. “Imagine having a love like Itadori and the mysterious Megumi.”
2.
“Hey, did you guys hear we get the day off for Valentine’s?” Miya said as she strolled into the common room, where Makoto and Ishi were eating lunch. She brought in her own food and swatted away Makoto’s hand as he tried to grab a piece of meat from her tin with his chopsticks. “Eat your own food, if you wanted this, you could’ve come to the konbini with me instead of your poor attempt at cooking.”
Makoto looked down at his plain bowl of chicken rice and sighed. “I’m trying to save up.”
“For what? You don’t even have a girlfriend to spend money on. And you won’t anytime soon,” Miya replied, smugly eating her own noodles. Next to her, Ishi suppressed a chuckle.
“Rude. And I want to buy a new console, so sad chicken and rice is what it is for now.” Makoto replied, while Miya just rolled her eyes.
Ishi ignored their bickering and focused on the actual news that Miya had given them. “Wait, why do we get Valentine’s Day off? Isn’t that just a greeting card holiday?”
“When does Itadori-sensei not want to cancel class? Remember when he cancelled class last month because there was a Jennifer Lawrence movie in theaters that he really wanted to watch?” Makoto responded, still eyeing Miya’s dish.
“I’m more surprised that Fushiguro-sensei cancelled class. He made us come in that day when there was a typhoon warning. Why would he take Valentine’s off?” Ishi said, looking skeptical.
Miya just shrugged. “I have no clue. I think Itadori-sensei said something about all the teachers having plans, so they just decided to cancel class.”
“Well, we knew about him and the love of his life, but all of the teachers have plans? Damn. That makes me feel more single.” Makoto replied, slumping in his chair.
“Well, they aren’t annoying jobless 15-year-olds, so that might be a factor,“ Ishi said, neatly eating his lunch.
“That was toward Miya, right?”
Miya giggled, “Sure, Makoto.”
Makoto frowned. “There’s no way all the teachers have partners. Come on, can you guys even imagine Fushiguro-sensei with a girlfriend? He’d be like, ‘Aw babe, talk dirty to me with your recantation of Hein Era Jujutsu sorcery, 3 pages, single spaced.” He had pulled Ishi into his play acting and started blowing fake kisses at him. Ishi was unimpressed.
Miya laughed at their antics and joined in, pitching up her voice and making it breathy. “Aw Fushiguro, of course I’ll whisper into your ear about domain implication and the long-term effects of domain expansion on the brain.”
Amidst their giggles, Ishi rolled his eyes. “It’s domain amplification, and if sensei had a girlfriend, she wouldn’t call him Fushiguro; she would call him by his given name.”
“You’re such a wet blanket, Ishi. What even is sensei’s given name?” Miya responded, resting her head on her palm.
Ishi shrugged. They all looked at each other. “Wait, so none of us know sensei’s given name?” Makoto said, his gaze flitting between the two of them.
Ishi paused and looked thoughtful. “I don’t think he ever said it. We only ever see him in class or on missions; I rarely see him with the other teachers.”
“You’re right,” Miya agreed. “I don’t think I’ve seen him outside of class; he always heads straight home or is called away on missions.”
“I wonder what his given name actually is. It must be something basic like Satoru,” Makoto chimed in.
“Nah, that’s too easy. You could point to a random man on the metro and they would probably be named Satoru. Maybe something more interesting, like Kento or Sasuke,” Miya argued.
Ishi sighed again. “There is no way his given name is Sasuke.”
The topic wandered off to the merits of someone actually naming their child Sasuke and what they wanted to do with their day off, but Makoto still thought about the fact that all of their teachers had plans. Maybe love just made sense in the Jujutsu world.
3.
A couple months later, the trio headed into class as normal. Fushiguro-sensei was at his desk, flipping through a stack of papers. Makoto sat down and rested his head on his hand lazily, preparing himself for another mind-numbing lecture. Miya scrolled through her phone beside him, while Ishi opened a notebook on his desk and started writing the date.
“Good morning. I hope you had some rest. You’ll be getting back your papers on methods to combat domain expansion today; make sure to make corrections and resubmit for credit on any points you missed. The biggest points I saw missing were understanding domain amplification, so I’ll go over that in today’s lesson.” It wasn’t a long process to pass out the papers, as there were only three students sitting in a row. Miya looked neutral at her score and returned to scrolling on her phone. Ishi flipped through the pages, but Makoto didn’t see much red pen on it, he probably got close to a hundred like he always did. Then, Fushiguro-sensei passed back his paper.
A big, fat D adorned the top of the page, along with the message See me after class.
Makoto couldn’t help it; he started seeing red. “There’s no way this is correct, sensei.”
Fushiguro-sensei’s uninterested expression never changed. “There were a lot of things that needed to be corrected, this battle strategy wouldn’t work out in practice. I don’t want to waste class time on this, that’s why I asked you to see me after class.”
Makoto bristled at the implication that the essay was so bad that he needed extra help after class hours. And correcting this essay with Fushiguro-sensei would take at least two hours; he had plans with Ishi and Miya tonight that he didn’t want to skip. “Come on, sensei! There is no point in writing an essay about this stuff.”
“There is a point; you need to understand how to combat an opponent’s domain expansion, it’s a critical part of understanding how to fight,” Fushiguro responded.
“No, I mean, there is no point to writing about it. Writing an essay is pointless and a waste of time; it’s just hypotheticals on paper.” Makoto said, crossing his arms. It was no secret that he preferred Itadori-sensei’s class; he was the star student in hand-to-hand combat. He wasn’t interested in the theoretical side of a Jujustu battle.
“It’s important to understand how to employ jujutsu techniques, especially when learning other styles of fighting.”
“But what good is it to just talk about a hypothetial fight?”
“It’s good practice to strategize, which you will have to do whenever you enter a battle. It’s not just hand-to-hand combat; it’s about using cursed energy efficiently to protect yourself and deal damage to your opponent effectively.” Makoto could tell Fushiguro-sensei was getting frustrated by his clipped tone, but he kept pushing.
“I’m a fighter, sensei. It’s better if I experience-“
“Experience?” Something about Fushiguro-sensei’s demeanor changed with his words. Normally, his sensei wore a bored or disinterested expression, looking like he didn’t want to be there more often than not. But now, his face morphed into something more akin to actual anger. Makoto leaned away from him a bit, instinctively.
“You want to experience that? If you had done even a fraction of the required research on domain expansions or paid attention in class you would know that you would never want to experience multiple powerful domain expansions. If you go into a battle with an opponent stronger than you and they pull multiple domain expansions that attack your soul and damage your brain, you’re leaving in a wheelchair. Best case scenario, you spend months in rehab just to do simple things like eat, and talk, and you hope that one day you can walk again. Worst case, you die. If that’s something you want to experience, then by all means, no need to rewrite your essay, I can open my domain expansion right now and see how you fare. Understood?” Fushiguro-sensei didn’t yell, but the ice dripping from his every word sent daggers into Makoto’s spine. He was acutely aware of the power gap between them at that moment.
Makoto’s fists shook under his desk. “Yes, sir,” he forced out, scared, but frustrated, anger still simmering underneath the surface.
“Good. Now back to today’s lesson. Domain amplification.”
Makoto gripped his pencil even harder, and counted down the minutes till the end of class.
—
“Ok, did I miss something? Why is Makoto beating the hell out of that practice dummy?” Yuuji whispered to Ishi, who had finished his routine on his dummy. It was just the three of them in the practice room today, with Miya going to work with Ieri-sensei on her healing techniques for the day because she had “lady issues". Yuuji figured she just wanted to get out of combat training, which, fair.
Ishi shrugged, and wiped some of the sweat off of his face. “Got into a fight with Fushiguro-sensei over a grade. Sensei got pissed and reprimanded him, and is now making him rewrite the whole essay.”
“Strange, its not like him to get so angry,” Yuuji muttered, mostly to himself. “Well, class is basically over for the day, you got the routine down so you’re free to go.”
The blond hair boy nodded, but glanced at the other boy with a look of concern. “I was gonna stop by Fushiguro-sensei’s to talk about some historical cursed technique stuff but-“
Yuuji put his hand on his shoulder. Ishi was a good kid, he reminded him of Megumi when he was young. “No worries, I’ll talk to him.”
Ishi nodded, and walked out of the room with one last glance back.
In front of them, Makoto had been landing hit after hit on the dummy, to the point where stuffing started pouring out of it.
“Woah, woah, you can stop, I think he’s dead.” Yuuji chuckled, staring at the mangled body of the practice dummy on the floor.
Makoto stopped, and looked at his teacher a little sheepish. “Sorry, sensei, got a little carried away.”
“Something bothering you?”
“I’m sure Ishi told you about it”, Makoto replied, wiping sweat off his face.
Yuuji passed him a water bottle and sat down on the floor next to him. “He told me the jist of it. But what’s really going on?”
“It’s just, I’m so bad at his class. No matter how hard I try, I do so much worse than Ishi and Miya. And essays? Come on, our line of work is fighting curses, I shouldn’t need to write papers on them, it’s all so dumb. I’m good with fighitng, not words.” Makoto said, head and arms resting on his knees.
Yuuji hummed thoughtfully. “I get it. His method of teaching isn’t for everyone. Hell, I was a terrible student back in the day. Given, my teacher was much less orthodox than yours, but I would still do terribly on my essays, I was afraid I wasn’t going to pass. But, you’re not alone, you have your classmates and your teacher to help you. Back in the day, I used to ask for Megumi’s help on every essay, which helped me understand a lot better. He just wants you guys to be smart enough to protect yourself, and this is his way of teaching you.”
Makoto grumbled, but he seemed to understand. He reminded Yuuji a lot of a younger him, eager to learn, great at combat. He’ll be fine. Oh that reminded him-
——
“Also! I forgot to tell you guys at the beginning, but tomorrow’s off. It’s Megumi’s half-birthday so there is no class! Make sure to tell Ishi and Miya,” Itadori-sensei chirped happily. Makoto was suprised at the mood switch, still processing what his sensei had told him. He never realized that Megumi was also a sorcerer at Jujustu Tech if she was helping Itadori with essays.
Wait. They were getting the day off because it was his girlfriend’s half-birthday?
“Even Fushiguro-sensei’s class?” He asked, mildly dubious. It was one thing to cancel combat training, but their day was normally split between lore and combat. If one of them was on a mission, usually they had a half day instead of the whole day off. Also, Fushiguro-sensei almost never cancels class.
“Well obviously,” Itadori replied, getting up from the floor, and reached out to pull Makoto up too. “You first years should go do something fun, like a movie or something! Get your mind off of essays and training.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Makoto shook his head to clear it, so many thoughts swirling through his head.
“Take it easy, you’ll be alright. I promise!” Itadori-sensei shot him a toothy grin that was infectious. A movie did sound nice.
——
“I’m glad Itadori-sensei is super in love with his girlfriend, I appreciate all the days off,” Miya mused, still picking at the half empty tub of popcorn. They had just seen some B-rated superhero movie that’s appeal was that it was so terrible it was good.
“Oh, that reminds me, new Megumi lore jut dropped.” Makoto said.
Miya stopped in her tracks, and even Ishi looked interested. “No way,” Miya said, “what did you find out?”
“Megumi apparently went to Jujustu Tech at the same time as Itadori-sensei.” Makoto said, taking the opportunity to grab some popcorn from the bucket.
“Awwww, that’s kind of sweet, it was a high school romance. I wonder if she ever comes by the school,” Miya mused.
Ishi shook his head. “Even if she did, Itadori-sensei wouldn’t be there with how often he cancelled class.”
Makoto laughed at that. “At this point, Megumi seems so elusive I want to meet her. What do you think she looks like?”
Miya tapped her chin in thought. “Didn’t sensei say his type was women like Jennifer Lawerence? So probably something like that.”
“Right, but could he pull someone like Jennifer Lawerence?” He thought back to his teacher, who was ripped, 5’10, rich from jujustu jobs, and had a heart of gold. “Actually, he could totally pull Jennifer Lawrence.”
Ishi sighed. “Why don’t you just ask Itadori-sensei? He’s seems like the type to never shut up about his partner if provoked.”
“Honestly that’s a good point. We could totally use that if we wanted to delay class.” Makoto regarded, seriously, Miya nodding furiously in agreement.
“That was a joke, please don’t. I don’t want to hear about sensei’s girlfriend for hours,” Ishi said.
“We’ll do it next class,” Makoto teased. Miya laughed and Ishi dug his head into his hands in exasperation.
4.
The three of them had been waiting to go on their mission for 30 minutes. Instead of class today, they were going to actually fight some curses. Usually, they didn’t send first years on missions, but Makoto was itching to get some experience, and he knew Ishi was too. They were waiting until Itadori-sensei came to join them. Makoto hated the idea that they needed a chaperone, but he knew it was only for safety.
>Look, I won’t help you guys at all, I’m just there for emergencies, Itadori had feverently promised.
The three of them were waiting in his office though ‘office’ was definitely a stretch to name the room they were in. Random posters were strung up on the wall, most of them variations of Hunger Games promotional posters that only featured Katniss Everdeen, and some posters of various B-rated horror movies with genuinely horrible VFX. Itadori’s desk didn’t even have a computer, just a mountain of random snacks and a small black wolf bobble head, next to a jigglypuff plush. Next to it was a huge stack of pictures.
Bored after sitting idly in the office for nearly half an hour, Miya picked up the stack of pictures and started flipping through it.
“Hey, we probably shouldn’t be looking through those,” Makoto protested.
To his surprise, Ishi joined in, looking over Miya’s shoulder. “That wall has multiple small holes, so sensei had probably taken them down to reorder them. There’s nothing to do, and weren’t you the one who was curious about their high school days?”
Makoto scoffed, “You were the one who said you didn’t care. Move over.”
The photos were very obviously from the past. The first one was a selfie of 2 boys and one girl. Itadori-sensei looked much less bulky, and he didn’t have the characteristic scar that ran from his eyebrow to his the base of his cheek. His eyes look so big and innocent, Makoto almost didn’t recognize him if it wasn’t for his pink hair.
“Sensei looks so… young.” Miya said, staring in awe at the photos. “Is that Fushiguro-sensei?”
Makoto looked at the boy behind Itadori. He had long spiky black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore an almost there smile that looked more like a twitch of the mouth, and was looking at Itadori. He also looked much less bulky, and his face was youthfully rounded. It looked nothing like his stern teacher, but also exactly like him. “No way. He looks too happy.”
Ishi pointed to the girl in the photo. She had short brown hair and was blowing a kiss to the camera with a wink. All three of them were wearing a variation of the navy Jujustu Tech uniforms. “They look close. They must all be the same year.”
Miya smiled, “Kinda reminds me of us.”
They fingered through the photos. It was mostly pictures of Fushiguro and the girl in various locations. Sometimes, it would be Itadori and the girl in increasingly silly poses, occasionally featuring Fushiguro with a exasperated look on his face.
Then, the girl stopped showing up.
After 6 or 7 photos without her, Makoto spoke up. “Where did she go?”
“I don’t know,” Ishi said, “maybe she graduated?”
“That doesn’t make sense, I thought they were all the same year?” Miya said, as she flipped through the photos faster looking for the brown-haired girl.
“Maybe something happened to her.” Makoto said.
“Wait. A girl, the same year as Itadori in school. Is this Megumi?” Ishi mused.
Silence fell as they thought about what that meant. Was Megumi dead?
“He must have mentioned her in the present tense at least once right?” Makoto said, scrambling for any evidence to the contrary.
“I don’t think so,” Miya said. That was morbid. So he was still in love with the memory of his former classmate? Makoto thought back to all the valentine’s days and birthdays he had celebrated without her.
Both of their teachers must have gone through so much at such a young age. He could see their youth slipping through the photos, as scars started to appear, and when three turned to two.
“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Ishi said, “we don’t even know if that’s Megumi.”
“But if it was, that would make what Fushiguro-sensei was saying in class make so much more sense, especially if they lost a classmate at our age,” Makoto reasoned, and suddenly, he felt like he understood Fushiguro more that he had before. Guilt knawed at his stomach.
“Still,” Ishi started, but was interrupted by the door to the office flying open.
At the door was a slightly disheveled Itadori. “I’m so sorry that I’m late -”
They all whirled toward the door at their teacher’s presence.
He stared at his students, who all wore somber expressions. “What happened to you guys? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
His eyes went to the photographs in their hands, and quickly realized what they had found out. He looked wistfully at one with Megumi in it. “Oh,” he just said quietly. “You guys have so much time, and so much youth. Don’t take it for granted, you never know how much time is left with the ones you love.”
“I’m sorry, sensei,” Makoto said, breaking the silence. His heart broke for him.
“It’s alright, the past is the past. Anyways, I got popsicles for you guys!” Itadori smiled, changing the mood a little too quickly, Makoto had whiplash.
They stared at the popsicles in the bag, that were just pouches of juice now.
“Um, well they were popsicles, I guess I took longer than I thought. I think I might have a freezer in here somewhere-“
Ishi set the popsicles juices down on the desk. “It’s fine, we should probably go soon though, we’re already 45 minutes late.”
“Or we could cancel class?” Miya suggested.
Itadori lauged at that, “Yeah no, there actually is a curse that needs to be exorcise that’s currently terrorizing an elementary school, so we should probably take care of that.”
“Oh my god let’s just go please-“
5.
“You’re here early,” Fushiguro-sensei says as Makoto enters. He’s sitting at his desk as he always is, a stack of papers on his desk. Despite being a jujustu sorcerer, and allegedly one of the strongest of their time, Fushiguro always looked like a typical high school teacher. Sometimes, Makoto appreciated the normalcy.
Makoto dropped the rewritten paper onto his desk. Fushiguro-sensei looked suprised, and took the paper into into his hands. “I’m sorry,” Makoto stated, bowing to his suprised teacher. “I shouldn’t have said those things earlier, it was unfair of me to think that your method of teaching was lesser than and-“
“No, I’m sorry. I should never have blown up at you like that. As a teacher, I need to keep my peace and not lash out at my students over small comments. It really was my fault. You’re a good kid Makoto, you’re strong and you have potential. You remind me of somone, and I’m scared that you will fall to the same mistakes.”
The younger boy nodded. “We were in Itadori-sensei’s office, and we saw the pictures. Saying those things was thoughtless and disrespectful and I understand that now. Especially after seeing how losing his girlfriend affected Itadori-sensei.”
Fushiguro was nodding along but stiffened at the end. Must be a sensitive subject, Makoto reasoned.
“Itadori’s … girlfriend?” Fushiguro-sensei asked, with an expression that he couldn’t read. If Makoto didn’t know better, he would think he looked confused.
“Yeah, Itadori’s girlfriend Megumi, the one he crazy in love with and can’t stop talking about?” Makoto responded, but he was confused now too. Makoto was sure they knew each other, they were in all of the same photos together. Wait, maybe Itadori and his girlfriend weren’t actually together, or worse, maybe it was a love triangle?
Fushiguro just looked at him even more strangley. He felt like he was missing something.
“Sorry for bringing it up,” Makoto said quickly, hoping he didn’t upset his teacher again.
“It’s fine,” Fushiguro responded. He covered his mouth with his hand, presumably overcome with emotion.
Miya and Ishi came in then, and took their regular spots.
“Morning sensei. Makoto, you’re here early. Trying to get extra credit points?” Miya teased, staring pointedly at the two of them. Leave it to her to be insensitive while they were having a serious conversation, not that she knew it was happening.
Makoto took his normal seat and huffed, “Something like that.”
“Ok enough chit chat, let’s get started with today’s lesson.”
1
“I feel like we’re missing something,” Makoto started. All three of them were hanging out in Miya’s room, lazing around on their day off. Mario Kart was pulled up on the screen, but had been paused long since.
Miya looked a him upside down from where she was laying on the bed. “Missing something where?”
“About the Megumi thing,” he said. Everyone’s reactions made no sense.
“Don’t overwork your two braincells too hard,” Ishi called out from behind his book.
Makoto sighed, “Don’t you think it’s strange? How come no one ever talks about this Megumi except Itadori? And when I said something aout Megumi being Itadori’s girlfriend, Fushiguro-sensei had a really weird reaction.”
“Weird how?” Miya said, clearly intriguied.
“Weird like, he either didn’t know Megumi, or didn’t think they were together. But he would have to know both of those things, because they all seemed close.”
“Maybe he’s jealous?” Miya proposed. “It could be a love triangle thing, and neither of them got her in the end, but Itadori still isn’t over her but Fushiguro isn’t either. And that’s why they celebrate her half-birthday together.”
Ishi sighed and set down his book. “This is starting spiral. There has to be a simpler explanation.”
“Can you think of one?” Makoto challenged.
“I was talking to Fushiguro-sensei-“ Ishi started.
“Teacher’s pet,” Miya interrrupted, sticking out her tongue, to which Ishi just flipped her off and continued.
“-and he was vague about it, but said they lost a classmate their year, like we thought. But her name wasn’t Megumi, he called her Nobara,” Ishi finished.
Makoto was now extremely confused. “I’m lost. If Megumi isn’t the girl with the brown hair, then who the hell is she?”
——
Suprisingly, Makoto was actually paying attention in class today. Today was the day they were going to pry information from Fushiguro-sensei about Megumi. Well, mostly Makoto and Miya. Ishi refused to participate, but Makoto knew he was dying to know too.
Since there were no second years, and all the third years were out of town, they were forced to go directly to the source.
Their sensei was droning on about some random jujustu topic, and then opened the floor for questions as normal.
Miya raised her hand. “So sensei, what was your first year like?”
Fushiguro just looked exasperated, somehow already onto their nonsense. “I’m not sure how that connects with inherited techniques.”
Miya just smiled sweetly as she usually does when she starts bullshitting and and said, “Well, since you’re-“
At that moment, the door to the classroom door busted open. Four heads turned, the students looking suprised, while their teacher looking like he aged ten years from exhaustion.
At the door was probably the most terrifying and badass woman Makoto has ever seen. She had short hair cropped at her neck and round glasses, with burn scars down her face and arms. Not to mention she was absolutely jacked, and held an axe in her arm. She looked pissed, and Makoto feared for his life. “Where is my cursed tool?”
Fushiguro, to his credit, was not moved by her aura and just looked mildly annoyed. “Hello to you too Maki. Could you try knocking before you break the classroom doors?”
“Don’t get sassy with me, I know if I knocked you wouldn’t answer. Where. Is. My. Tool.” Maki said, tightening her grip on the axe she was wielding.
“Please don’t threaten me in the middle of my class. And I have no idea where it is, why would I know?”
“I lent it to Itadori last month for that mission in Sendai, and he still hasn’t given it back.”
“Once again, how am I supposed to know where it is? I’m not his keeper. And you shouldn’t keep lending him tools if he keeps losing them. Let me teach in peace. ”
“Fushiguro Megumi, if you do not help me find this tool I will burn your classroom to the ground.” She said, rage in her voice.
Wait. Fushiguro Megumi? Makoto looked at Miya and Ishi, who were wearing twin expressions of shock.
What?
He vaguely registered the conversation going on behind them, in which Fushiguro (Megumi???) gave the apartment keys to Maki so she could look for it at their place.
Their place. Because their two teachers have been in love and together this whole time, and all three of them were idiots. Now that he thinks about it, they weren’t even trying to hide it.
The door opens a second time, pushing Maki behind it and revealing a head of pink hair.
“Hey Megumi, just a head’s up, Maki’s kinda pissed at me and she’s looking for that one-" Itadori started, until he realized who was standing next to him behind the door. “Oh hey, Maki,” He finished weakly, trying to close the door and escape as quickly as possible, but Maki grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, which was honestly a surprising feat given Itadori’s natural strength.
“Itadori Yuuji, did you lie to me that you were out on assignment? Where is my cursed tool?” She growled, turning to Itadori’s face.
“No comment?”
“I need it by the end of the day, or I’m breaking into your house,” she said, jangling the keys in front of his face and then storming off as quickly as she had come in.
Makoto’s head was still reeling, barely processing what was going on behind him, and in a bright moment of clarity, he intelligently spat, “You’re Itadori’s girlfriend?”
Itadori looked at him confused. “What? No, he’s my husband. I thought you guys knew that; I talk about him all the time.”
Husband? Suddenly, he noticed the matching bands on their fingers that were reflecting more light than usual.
They were all idiots.
Fushiguro had a strange expression on his face that looked like he was suppressing a laugh. “Maybe our next lesson should be on deductive skills.”
Miya was just staring at them with her mouth open, while Ishi just looked surprised. In hindsight, it made so much sense.
“Oh my god, I was right,” Miya muttered to herself. Makoto loathed to admit she was.
——
For the next teacher appreciation day, they got Fushiguro a name plate.