Part 2: Sparks & Jealousy

The meeting had barely settled when the doors swung open again.

Gojo’s lazy grin froze.

Suguru Geto walked in, a folder tucked under one arm, his other hand resting casually on his rounded belly. He wore a neat, tailored suit, calm as the morning breeze, hair tied up as always. He carried himself with the kind of effortless grace that could silence a room.

Gojo blinked. Wait—why is he here?

Suguru gave a polite bow to the board. “Thank you for having me. I’ll be presenting a proposal today on behalf of my startup team.”

The executives straightened with thin smiles. Respectful. Interested. Some even looked relieved, as if Suguru’s presence restored balance to the chaos Gojo usually dragged in.

“Startup?” Gojo muttered under his breath. “Since when are you pitching here without telling me?”

Suguru didn’t look his way. Didn’t even flinch. Just calmly opened his folder and began, “Our project focuses on sustainable digital infrastructure—”

That’s when Sukuna leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming.

“Well, well,” Sukuna drawled, his gaze sliding over Suguru with undisguised curiosity. “I didn’t expect to see someone like you here. Independent, poised, and brilliant. Quite the contrast to your… husband.”

The word husband hit the air like a bomb.

Gojo’s jaw almost dislocated. “Excuse me??”

Suguru’s expression didn’t change, though the corners of his mouth twitched in what might have been amusement. “Thank you. I prefer my work to speak for itself.”

Sukuna chuckled low. “Impressive. You’ve built this project alone? While…” his gaze flicked deliberately to Suguru’s belly, “also carrying another child? Remarkable. I admire your… stamina.”

The board members coughed, suddenly fascinated by their papers.

Gojo’s sunglasses nearly cracked from the heat of his glare. Inside, he was combusting. Oh no. Absolutely not. Did this walking tattoo just compliment my omega in front of me?

His inner monologue spun into chaos:

> “Okay, calm down, Satoru. He’s just talking. It’s professional. Totally professional. Except IT’S NOT, IT’S FLIRTING. He’s literally eye-smiling at my omega. Should I throw him out the window? Is that frowned upon in boardrooms? Damn it, the windows aren’t even open—”

Suguru, ever composed, continued his pitch smoothly, ignoring both Gojo’s silent meltdown and Sukuna’s razor-edged charm.

When the presentation ended, the board clapped politely. Sukuna even clapped louder than necessary, slow and deliberate.

“Outstanding,” Sukuna said, rising from his chair. He extended a hand to Suguru. “If you ever want to work with people who actually recognize your worth, my company door is open.”

Suguru blinked once. Calm. Neutral. He shook Sukuna’s hand briefly, then withdrew. “Noted. Thank you.”

Gojo’s sunglasses slid down his nose as he glared. Oh, it’s on. This bastard just tried to headhunt my spouse.

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Aftermath at Home

Back home that evening, Gojo slammed the fridge door. “Unbelievable. Outrageous. Disrespectful!”

Suguru leaned against the counter, arching a brow. “You mean the meeting?”

“The flirting!” Gojo jabbed a finger at him. “That tattooed clown was eyeing you like you were dessert on a silver platter!”

Suguru’s lips twitched. “So? It was just professional admiration.”

“Professional my ass! He said he admired your stamina! Do you know what that means?!” Gojo’s voice pitched so high the twins came running into the kitchen.

Little Satoru tilted his head. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Papa, did another man like you?” little Suguru asked innocently.

Silence.

Gojo’s soul left his body. “Who told you that?!”

Both twins pointed at him. “You did, Daddy! You were yelling it!”

Suguru chuckled softly, covering his mouth. The rare sparkle in his eyes made Gojo’s chest ache and his pride collapse at the same time.

“Great,” Gojo groaned, dragging both kids into his arms, “now my own children know their daddy’s jealous.”

The kids sang in unison, “Daddy’s jea-lous, Daddy’s jea-lous!”

Suguru sipped his tea, gaze fond as ever. “You really are hopeless, Satoru.”

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Closing Beat

Later that night, long after the kids had fallen asleep, Gojo lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

The memory of Sukuna’s smirk burned in his mind. But worse was the shadow of another memory—Suguru dying in another world, slipping through his fingers.

His chest tightened.

Maybe that’s why it pisses me off so much, he admitted to himself. Because deep down, I’m terrified of losing him again. And if I lose him in this world too… I don’t know if I’ll survive it twice.

Beside him, Suguru shifted in his sleep, reaching out unconsciously, hand brushing Gojo’s.

Gojo caught it gently, holding on like a lifeline.

“I won’t let anyone take you,” he whispered into the dark.

Not Sukuna. Not fate. Not anyone.

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