It had been a few days since Yuji had fallen sick—feverish, nauseous, unable to keep much down. Gojo had been glued to his side ever since, fussing over him like a full-time babysitter.
Yuji, too weak to argue, just clung to him whenever he could, curling against Gojo's chest like a sleepy cat. Gojo ran a gentle hand through his hair, eyes soft with worry.
"Dear," Gojo began quietly, hesitating for once, "I think I know what's causing all this… but don't get mad at senpai, okay?"
He exhaled slowly, still stroking Yuji's hair. His Six Eyes had already told him the truth days ago—and it had shocked even him. But he'd waited, unsure how to say it.
Yuji, half-asleep, mumbled, "Mmm… what is it?" His arms tightened lazily around Gojo's waist.
Gojo swallowed, leaning close. "Yuji-kun… you're pregnant."
"Mmm? What was that, senpai? You're talking too soft again…" Yuji murmured without opening his eyes.
Gojo sighed and tried again, voice trembling slightly this time. "Ahem—You're… you're pregnant, Yuji."
Yuji blinked slowly, still half-asleep in Gojo's arms. "...I'm what now?"
Gojo swallowed, smiling nervously. "Uh. Pregnant. You're… pregnant."
For a long second, Yuji just stared at him—blank, confused, processing. Then his brows furrowed. "Hah?? How the hell am I pregnant, Senpai?! I mean—yeah, sure, I've got this body now, but still??"
Gojo rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but Yuji. "Well, biologically speaking… your current body is… fully functional, apparently. And um, I didn't exactly, you know… avoid the possibility."
Yuji sat up so fast that the blanket fell off. "YOU DIDN'T WHAT—?! Senpai! You absolute—!"
Gojo raised both hands defensively, trying not to laugh at Yuji's horrified expression. "Hey, hey! In my defense, I didn't think it was possible! I mean, come on, who would've guessed? You're like… half-curse, half-miracle!"
Yuji groaned, covering his face with both hands. "Oh my god, I'm gonna be a mom. I'm gonna be a freaking mom and it's your fault!"
Gojo's grin softened. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a sheepish murmur. "I'm sorry, dear. Don't be mad at me, please?"
Before Yuji could answer, Gojo pulled him into a tight hug, one hand slipping to the back of Yuji's head, holding him close.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward—just heavy. The kind that pressed into the chest, full of realization.
Yuji felt Gojo's heartbeat under his ear, steady but faster than usual. He looked up slightly and caught the faintest tremor in Gojo's fingers.
"Senpai?" Yuji called softly.
Gojo exhaled shakily, his usual playful air fading for once. "You know what's crazy?" he said, his voice low. "I can fight curses the size of mountains, survive a damn apocalypse, but the thought of you… being pregnant here, without doctors, obgyns, anything…" He trailed off, laughing weakly. "That scares me more than anything ever has."
Yuji's expression softened. He hadn't seen Gojo like this—ever.
Gojo pressed his forehead to Yuji's. "I can't risk losing you, Yuji. Not you. Not… our baby."
Yuji blinked, stunned by how sincere his voice was. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He just slid his hands around Gojo's back, hugging him just as tightly.
"I'm not going anywhere, Senpai," Yuji murmured, closing his eyes. "We'll figure it out together. You always say that, right?"
Gojo let out a soft laugh, but it cracked halfway. "Yeah… guess it's my turn to actually mean it."
They stayed like that for a while, the air between them quiet and warm.
Gojo's hand drifted to Yuji's stomach, resting gently there. His expression softened further, a mix of wonder and fear. "There's… really a little us in there, huh?"
Yuji chuckled tiredly. "Yeah. A little chaos waiting to happen."
Gojo smiled faintly, brushing his thumb along Yuji's skin. "Let's hope it doesn't inherit my attitude."
Yuji smirked, eyes glinting despite the tears that had started to form. "Too late, Senpai."
Gojo laughed quietly, pulling him in closer again. "God, we're doomed."
+++
Gojo took the news way too seriously.
By the next morning, Yuji couldn't even sneeze without Gojo appearing out of nowhere like a worried mother hen.
"Senpai, I just bent down to pick up a spoon."
"That's how it starts!" Gojo scolded, snatching the spoon first and setting it on the table like it was cursed. "One wrong bend and boom—back pain for weeks! You're carrying precious cargo, Yuji-chan."
Yuji groaned, rubbing his temple. "You're acting like I'm nine months pregnant already."
"You could be! Time moves weird here!" Gojo argued, face serious but eyes sparkling with mischief.
Yuji gave him a deadpan stare. "…Senpai, please stop trying to use time distortion to win arguments."
Gojo ignored him entirely. He already had a notepad in hand, scribbling something furiously. "Right. Prenatal training plan. Number one: no heavy lifting. Number two: no stress. Number three: daily cuddle therapy with your sexy, responsible partner—"
Yuji grabbed the notepad and threw it into the sink. "Number four: shut up."
Gojo gasped. "Vandalism of medical records! Unbelievable!"
Yuji couldn't help it—he laughed. A genuine one that came from his belly, making Gojo grin even wider. For all the ridiculousness, there was something strangely comforting about his over-the-top protectiveness.
Later that evening, while they sat outside by the reservoir, Gojo set a steaming bowl of soup in front of Yuji.
"What's this?" Yuji asked suspiciously.
"Homemade, nutrient-packed, super-blessed, totally balanced meal for expecting moms," Gojo said proudly. "Made with my love, sweat, and some probably edible herbs I found."
Yuji blinked at the questionable color of the soup. "…You mean the glowing herbs from behind the rock?"
"They were shining, Yuji. That means vitamins."
Yuji sighed but took a small sip anyway. "Not bad. Tastes like dirt, but not bad."
Gojo's grin softened. He leaned closer, watching Yuji eat with genuine fondness. "See? You're already glowing."
Yuji rolled his eyes, but a small smile crept in despite himself. "That's just the firelight."
Gojo chuckled, resting his chin on his palm. "Maybe. But still… I can't believe this is real."
For a while, neither spoke. The night was calm, stars glittering above them, the soft ripple of water nearby.
Then Gojo reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Yuji's ear. "I don't care if we're stuck here, or if the world forgets us," he said softly. "As long as you and our baby are safe."
Yuji looked up, eyes meeting his. There was something raw in Gojo's expression—still playful, still him, but threaded with a kind of protectiveness that made Yuji's chest ache.
"…You're not allowed to die before the baby's born," Yuji murmured quietly.
Gojo smiled faintly. "Deal. But you're also not allowed to stress me into gray hairs."
Yuji snorted. "Too late, you already have white hair."
"Excuse you, this is platinum divine silk," Gojo said proudly, flipping his hair dramatically, making Yuji burst into laughter again.
Still chuckling, Yuji leaned back on his hands. "Man, if fushiguro ever finds out about this, he's gonna lose his mind."
Gojo blinked, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Lose his mind? What, like—happy uncle kind of losing it or murder-me-in-my-sleep kind of losing it?"
Yuji grinned. "More like speechless, staring at me like I've broken natural law again kind of losing it."
Gojo groaned. "Ugh, he'd probably give me that judgmental glare too. 'Sensei, what have you done?'" He mimicked Megumi's deadpan tone perfectly, even crossing his arms. "'Wasn't dying once enough for you?'"
Yuji laughed so hard he nearly dropped his bowl. "That's exactly how he'd say it!"
But then Gojo huffed and leaned closer, a mock frown on his face. "You seem a little too happy imagining Megumi reacting to your pregnancy."
Yuji blinked. "Uh… what?"
"You're smiling like it's cute," Gojo said, eyes narrowing in exaggerated suspicion. "Don't tell me you're planning to let him hold the baby first."
"Oh my god, you're jealous—"
"I'm not!" Gojo cut in instantly, crossing his arms like a sulky cat. "I just think as the father, I should have exclusive first dibs."
Yuji was practically wheezing now. "You sound like a kid arguing over who gets to open the toy first."
"Well," Gojo sniffed dramatically, flipping his hair again. "I am the toy manufacturer."
Yuji stared at him, deadpan. "You did not just call yourself that."
"Oh, I did," Gojo said proudly. "Limited edition, handcrafted, comes with unlimited charm and a lifetime of emotional chaos."
Yuji groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Gojo's laughter filled the air—bright, teasing, warm.
And though he'd never admit it out loud, Yuji couldn't help but think: yeah, Megumi would lose his mind.
But maybe, just maybe, Gojo already had.