For Tomorrow's Sake | Various!JJK x Reader

02 | a binding vow

You frown. "What, you mean you don't like it? I actually think it's pretty good. I was sure this combination would be a hit."

Satoru watches, horrified, as you bite into your own rice ball, smiling all the while. There might actually be something wrong with you after all. He's starting to realize that you're slightly unhinged.

"Remind me not to eat anything you make ever again," he shudders.

"I'll pick something better next time, don't worry. Oh! How about this? What do you think of rice balls stuffed with ice cream-"

"No."

This is what most of your days look like. It's been just over a week since you arrived at the Gojo estate. Your injuries have almost fully healed. Also, you're no longer required to do chores at virtually every waking moment, so whenever Satoru isn't busy with training, you spend all of your time together.

Satoru has to do a lot of different things. It's not just honing his jujutsu abilities, day in and day out. He isn't allowed to slack off when it comes to academics, either. It's clear that his family intends for him to be perfect in any way possible. They refuse to let him settle for anything other than the best.

It's a lot of pressure for a kid. Satoru makes it look easy, but nevertheless, you feel sorry for him. Which is why you always try to make sure that he's having fun when he's with you. You want him to have some semblance of a childhood, at the very least.

Of course, you still can't grant him the freedom you wish he had. It's always inevitable that someone gets in the middle of your time together.

"Master Satoru. It's time for you to work on your studies."

One of his usual attendants comes to pick him up. Satoru clicks his tongue in visible annoyance, but as always, he doesn't protest. He has a strong sense of duty and purpose. A determination to uphold his responsibilities as the strongest.

Before he leaves, though, he turns back towards you.

"I want [Name] to come with me today," he says. "She can at least sit in the room while I'm doing my work, right?"

The attendant blinks. He's bewildered, of course, and you're not sure what else to do but bat your eyes at him with a bright, hopeful expression. You may be weak, but you'd like to think that you're a pretty cute kid. It's about time someone developed a soft spot for you.

"She'll distract you," the attendant refuses. He narrows his eyes at you in frustration, so apparently, you're not that cute.

Satoru pauses for a moment, then grabs you by the hand and pulls you close.

"I want her there," he insists, interlocking his fingers with yours. "She's coming. I've already decided."

"Master Satoru, you can't-"

Too late. It seems like he's in an awfully stubborn mood today, so for better or worse, you find yourself in the same room as him while he has his lesson.

It's a bit awkward. Satoru told you to sit right next to him the whole time, and although he doesn't allow himself to get distracted, it still feels weird to be sitting in on a private lesson. While the teacher glares at you the whole time, no less.

"Do you know what the answer to this question is?" the teacher asks, pointing to one of the questions in the textbook Satoru is learning from.

Satoru chews on the inside of his cheek, deep in thought. "It's... B. The answer is B."

"Sorry. I'm afraid that's not correct," the teacher says. She scribbles something down onto a piece of paper. "It's alright. That was an exceptionally advanced question, so I can't blame you for-"