#megumifushiguro

Megumi❤

Yuuji❤

Inumaki❤

No one would have guessed how bad Gojo despises the titles put to his name since he embodies them well. He makes each one his own. He works hard for it, to truly own it and confidently claim it just as he was deemed by others. 

Six Eyes heir

Limitless Cursed Technique wielder.

The Strongest.

A mentor.

He plays it off like it’s nothing to him, that he’s just some smug bastard. But the reality of it all is that he despises it. Because with these titles, come the responsibilities that go along with them. And with each role he takes on, the greater the weight he feels on his shoulders. 

Yet as the nurse acknowledges his presence when he walks into the room, somehow, he feels stripped of his previous titles as he takes in this new one. Gojo stood frozen at first, not really knowing what to do with himself, a clusterfuck of emotions brewing in him. 

Fear, joy, distress, relief, excitement.. but mostly anxiousness.

Shit, he feels like he’s going to puke. What had he just gotten himself into? He thinks idly, palms getting clammy. But as soon as he got a glimpse of his little girl, he felt struck. There is a wave of calm in him and suddenly she is all he sees. And he is reaching for his blindfold, tugging it down as he approaches, yearning to see this tiny human with his extraordinary perception. 

A sigh of relief escapes him as he detects no trace of cursed energy. He just sees perfection, although he might be a little biased. 

Strong arms honed to fight and defend opens with a slight tremor on them as he was handed over his child. He holds his breath, afraid he’ll wake the little angel or worse, cause pain or distress. But the kid nestles comfortably in his arms, chubby cheek squishing against the swaddle blanket with every attempt to wag.

“Hey, kiddo.” He greets, his voice has never sounded this soft in his entire life. Gojo exhales shakily, grinning wide as the baby coos as if in response. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He cradles her face in awe. “Just as pretty as your momma, aren’t you?” Gojo could not help but lean in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaning back again before he could fully pull away to plant another one on her nose. And her cheek. And then the other cheek. And her chin. 

He then holds the newborn’s tiny hand, marveling at how it looked significantly puny next to his own. Soft, fragile, trusting. A total opposite of his. 

“Nice to meet'cha.” he murmurs, chuckling softly as he shakes her hand. The little angel grabs his pinky tighter making him laugh to himself again and say, “Yeah, hi, sweetheart. I’m your dad." 

Gojo then winces and makes a face. "Well, if your momma still lets me.. Because you know, I was kinda late for your birth-” he shrugs, laughing wryly. “But you have to know, your dad is a very important man. Saves the world and exorcizes ugly stinky curses for a living. Very cool-”

He continues to babble on, so engrossed with his one-sided conversation that he doesn’t even notice his students who have come to visit enter the room. Megumi, Kugisaki and Yuuji laugh quietly among themselves watching their sensei endlessly talking to the newborn while feasting on the fruit basket Nanami and Shoko had asked them to bring for you. They know you won’t mind anyway.

Gojo has always been a fast learner, quickly getting  accustomed to this new role as a father. Anyone who would see him cooing and holding the baby into a better position would think that this could not have been his first time holding a baby. 

Gojo doesn’t notice but he smiles wider and wider with every small movement the baby makes. Eyes gleefully dancing across the delicate features of his daughter. He knows it’s too early to tell but he can already see how much she takes from you, and he’s so glad that she does. Gojo knows he’s going to spoil her rotten and he’s already mentally preparing himself for all the arguments he’s about to have with you.

For the nth time this evening, Gojo sighs happily.

“I did not know this was possible,” he purses his lips, grazing his daughter’s cheek with his fingertip. “I only just met you but I already know you will own the rest of my days.” Megumi smiles at this, proud and happy for him. Didn’t know his sensei actually had that in him. Megumi shakes his head thinking, Is this really the same weirdo who raised me? But then, Gojo continues to say, “I’m so glad I made your momma pregnant.” Megumi rolls his eyes.

The trio’s protest and gagging noises startles Gojo.

“God, sensei.”

“Eww!”

“Gross!!”

Gojo scowls at them, just realizing he wasn’t alone with you and his baby in the room. “When did you three get here??” He hisses at them, eyes widening when he sees the basket nearly empty. “And why are you brats eating that! Those are for Y/n!!" 

Let’s just say you pretty much kicked them all out of the room when you wake up from all the bantering.

Gojo pouts by the door, begging you to let him stay.  Already missing his daughter’s warmth as he longingly watches you feed her.