Gojo's Troubles with "Twins" -- Gojo × Yuji/Sukuna

[LovelyBones]

"Really, we're doing this today?" "Yes, we are, unless you want me to make your life difficult?" "You're insufferable, you know that?" "The same could be said of you." Yuji let out a low groan as he tossed the shirt he had been planning on wearing today aside, not wanting a repeat of last week's incident. Cursed bastard shredded the young sorcerer's favorite shirt beyond repair in defiance, claiming it was 'claustrophobic'. And the worst part was the fact he was studying with Nobara and Megumi. Sure, he's fine with being shirtless around them, it was just that they weren't okay with it, and so abruptly at that. Sukuna just likes to cause the young man grief, simple as that, it seemed.

A part of him felt it was to be expected, seeing as the curse was, for all intents and purposes, captive within his body and mind all day, probably bored beyond belief. All the same, it didn't make it any less inconvenient when the bastard acted out. He was much like a cat-- Easily entertained by the misfortune he could cause others. He even took control of Yuji's arm just to knock a glass of water over while he was trying to practice his cursed energy control!! And then there were those moments where he'd make snide remarks, either only to Yuji or outward to whoever's he decided to target at the moment, and say rather cruel, mocking things.

At least it never got him into any real problems.

However, it did make it difficult to get close to others, let alone attempt to make new friends. Though, with almost every Jujutsu Sorcerer aware of his status of a vessel, and to whom, that made it more complicated still. Nonetheless, Yuji did his best despite his body-mate's sabotage, and for the most part, was able to get through to people, at least well enough to not be looked at like he was in league with the sadistic curse dwelling in his being.

So, when the young man noticed another with bristled white hair and what looked like blacked-out circular sunglasses by the vending machines, he didn't hesitate to head on over, bright smile beaming. "Hey, your'e new!! I'm Itadori Yuji, a first year! What's your name? Are you a second year? One of the mysterious third?" He asked, grin wide, hands in the pockets of his shorts. "He looks like a strung out Q-tip. " Sukuna spoke to Yuji, a sneer in his tone. "Looks like a damn clown too, an absolute gremlin." He then scoffed, Yuji momentarily glaring at his shadow, as if it were the voice in his head, before looking back to the stranger, hopeful.

What is it with this brat wanting to befriend everyone he meets? He's no better than some young mutt. One day it's going to break his little heart when he's used by someone he trusts, or loses someone too soon.

It'll be annoying for Sukuna when it inevitably happens. But, he'll wring out every bit of entertainment he can get out of the kid's heartbreak for his own amusement. After all, what else can he do, all without taking control for a minute, or even splitting off for only two minutes? Then again, not even Yuji knows he can do that yet. It'll be entertaining the first time he shows off that little trick.

[DirtyDeku]

Most people assumed that being the heir of an incredibly powerful clan would be better than it actually was. From the day he was born, Gojo's attended 'get togethers' solely for his family to show him off as well as the incredible power he possessed. When he was younger, he absolutely despised being forced to sit around and converse with people he'd never met before and act like he was familiar with them just because they wanted to gawk at him. He was never allowed to play with other children his age, even ones from his own family. Gojo was not a person to his family. He was a status. A thing to be used however they saw fit.

Nothing's changed on that front, but Gojo certainly has. Once he was old enough to attend Jujutsu Tech, his personality had turned around quite dramatically. The higher-ups could kiss his ass and they would. He was going to hit reset on the shithole that the world of Sorcery was. All the people that gawked at him when he was too young to have to cope with the politics of his birth would get what was coming to them as soon as he graduated. That was, of course, how he viewed his rebellion. The elders of his family were likely beginning to regret treating him like that instead of like a normal child. That, or they assumed that his rebellion would come to an end as he got older.

Either way, being the heir of a powerful clan didn't mean he wasn't a teenager just like his fellow students. He still made questionable choices when it came to his diet, which is what brought him to this situation in particular. Leave it to him to attract a shirtless first year, huh? He's in the middle of stocking up on candy bars for a night of studying when the younger student approaches him. He only spares Yuji a glance once he's punched the numbers of the item he wanted into the machine, and even when he does, he gives him a once-over before looking back to the vending machine.

"Are all of you first years nudists?"

A casual greeting to somebody who has the strangest aura of Cursed Energy he's ever seen before. He pays for a few more snacks, letting them fall to the bottom without collecting them right away. Might as well save the effort of bending over, right? While he does, he thinks back to what Masamichi had said about the new first years. Two of them, right? Megumi didn't count, Gojo's been babysitting him for a couple of years already. Don't ask me to figure out how to make that work, I'm just going off of canon and tweaking it slightly.

A girl and another guy, but there was something about one of them that could potentially lead to a lot of trouble down the line...

"You're the kid who ate the finger, aren't you."

Right! That kid! He seems quite amused, paying for his last snack before he crouches down to collect them all. He's pretty tall for a second year. "Well, if you're trying to beg for better food than a finger, you're out of luck."

What a prick. An absolute clown bastard. A buffoon in Sorcerer's shoes. Somebody should check the roster and make sure he wasn't meant to go to the Clown Technical College. He stands upright once he's put everything into his bag, zipping it closed and sparing another glance towards the shirtless first year.

"You're familiar with me, are you? No offense, but you should commit my name to memory. I'm the strongest person on this campus, without a doubt, and I'll be the strongest Sorcerer on the planet once I graduate. Gojo Satoru."

[LovelyBones]

Yuji was, admittedly, caught off guard by the other's casual greeting, though he did feel a small warmth color his cheeks as the other gave him a once-over. Why did it feel like the other saw right through him, yet all of him in intimate detail all at once? He shuddered softly, almost too faint to be noticed. It was probably some Sorcerer trick he'd eventually learn, or maybe it was some fancy family thing he's heard some students have. All the same, this snowy young man was.... interesting.

"N-no, we're not, actually! He-- I just didn't feel like wearing a shirt, that's all!!" He grinned, though he grew a bit annoyed when Sukuna chimed in, "Real smooth, he's not going to think you have another 'personality' making you an exhibitionist." Again, Yuji shot a glare at his shadow, the closest thing he had to glaring at the curse sharing his body. "Besides, it's a nice day out! Gotta soak in the sunlight while you can, right?" He quickly added in a chipper tone, hoping he didn't come off as too odd.

However, the poor guy almost choked when the other asked if he was Sukuna's vessel, and he let out a nervous, soft laugh, rubbing at the nape of his neck. "Y-yeah.... How could you tell?" He asked, and though Sukuna didn't utter a word, he could feel the bastard rolling all four of his eyes. Though, at the other's teasing words, he blinked quickly, surprised again that the other didn't seem too bothered. Or, at least, wasn't making it obvious. "Wha-- no! I was just wandering around, hoping to maybe make a few more friends on campus!" He admitted a bit too quickly, before he registered just how much taller the other was. Damn was he tall.

Though, what left the biggest impression was how the other introduced himself-- it felt overly confident, yet somewhere, probably something instinctual inside of the first year believed the other. "Gojo Satoru...."

"A pretty bold claim, cotton ball." Sukuna mocked from a mouth formed on Yuji's left cheek, the eye on the same side giving the other a doubtful, antagonizing glare. "What makes a maggot like you so special? You look like you fell out of a clown car before you could finish your makeup." He sneered, earning a mortified look on Yuji's face, before he clapped a hand over that mouth in an attempt to silence it.

Then again, he knows all too well it was only a temporary fix. "S-sorry about him-- he's like that towards everyone, really! While he can't take full control of my body--" "Our body." Retorted a hand that formed on the back of Yuji's hand, before the teen shook the offending mouth's hand roughly, like flicking something gross away. "Whatever-- he can open that big mouth of his to try to cause trouble, pretty much anywhere on my body that's big enough." Yuji sighed, shaking his head.

"Say-- if you really are the strongest, would you mind giving me a few pointers? The sooner I can get better at controlling cursed energy, the better chances I have avoiding needing Sukuna, or letting him run wild!" He grinned widely then, a soft tilt to his head. "I'm no use to anyone if I can't pull my own weight around here, right? So, would you wanna help me out, Gojo-senpai?" He asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes-- unaware of just how terrifying the older teen before him actually could be, if he so chose. Ignorance was bliss, in this case. Maybe it would turn out in Gojo's favor, even.

[DirtyDeku]

"I expected the vessel of the King of Curses to look a little less like Kirby and more like a threat."

...Okay? Despite it being something that was probably kind of mean to say out loud, he doesn't seem to mean it in a way that was offensive. It was an observation and an observation alone. He could talk about the weird aura this kid had, but what's the fun in revealing all of his cool, older student powers? He wouldn't be able to show off if he went right ahead and explained what he could do. Plus, most people found it confusing anyways. He's pretty sure the third years just had him marked down as 'the flashy one'. It wasn't wrong, but he may have acted like it hurt his feelings if he was ever made to know that's what they associated him with.

"You're already bored of the other first years? Don't blame you. Megumi's not much for jokes." He slings his bag over his shoulder, looking the first year up and down once again. He really does look like Kirby. No, wait, Togepi? The marks under his eyes make him resemble a Togepi much more, but the pink hair is making him a bit conflicted. He'll have to ask Geto what he thinks. He doubts that Shoko has any interest in the first years at all, as she's somehow always missing whenever Geto and Gojo get themselves into trouble. Geto has most of the braincells between the three of them, but how he used them could make him seem just as dumb as Gojo seemed to be.

His eyebrows lift slightly when a mouth forms on Yuji's cheek, and his first instinct is to-- rather than listen to the Curse's insults-- whip his flip phone out and snap a picture of the first year's expression as well as catching Sukuna with his mouth open. He then sends it to Geto along with a message about being the first one to meet the new student. It wasn't really something to brag about, but he wanted Geto to see how much this little dummy looked like Kirby. He closes his phone with an audible snap, sticking his finger through one of the charms he had's loops to let it dangle from his finger and allow him to spin it if he so pleased.

"Hah? I wasn't listening. What were you saying, Kirby-chan?" He's completely ignored Sukuna and given the kid a nickname. Lord have mercy on Yuji's soul. Or don't, because like, vessel. He's going to Super Hell when he dies! Most Sorcerers were, too, so don't feel bad!

Admittedly, being called Gojo-senpai tickled a part of his ego that he didn't often recognize. There was something about being in charge of somebody younger than him that just really made him feel superior on top of the fact that he wasn't bluffing about being the most powerful person on campus. He had studying to do, but how was he supposed to ignore when somebody asks him to help them? ...He often did, but this was different, okay? He turns on his heel, swinging his phone in circles on his finger as he began to walk down the hallway.

"I have studying to do, so if you really want my help, you're gonna have to go out of your way to accommodate my schedule. Got it, Kirby-chan? I'll teach you the shit Yaga-sensei never taught me."

[LovelyBones]

Yuji, once more, was thrown for a loop, blinking at the other's.... Compliment? Insult? It didn't feel like an insult-- Kirby was cute, after all!! "But.... Kirby is more of a strawberry pink-- I'm pastel." "Really? That's what you have to be concerned with, you imbecile?" Sukuna chastised the teen in his mind, before pinching the bridge of his nose. Why did his vessel have to be a puppy? Too damn cheery. "Regardless-- I only wanna seem like a threat to curses, you know? I'm glad you think I'm like cute little Kirby! Though, I guess with how I've eaten those fingers so far, it's probably not far off the mark.... I don't chew them, obviously." He laughed warmly again, all grins. "They're disgusting. I've eaten.... three? So far." He chuckled, before shuddering at the memory.

"It's not that I'm bored, it's more Megumi and Nobara being busy almost all the time, even when I try to come by and study or train with them." He pouted faintly, crossing his arms over his chest. "And Sukuna rejecting shirts at times makes it even more difficult." He sighed. "I'm not about to run around in a woman's yukata just to humor his nonexistent additional wing span." There came a growl from his nape, and he slapped the spot, as if the mouth were an annoying bug. "They had a head start on me-- I can't help that, but I actually wanna learn." He sighed, before gently rocking his head left and right. "I'm more of a tactile learner anyways, but they're.... a mix of natural talent and being bookish." He shrugged softly.

Yuji blinked as the upperclassman began to take pictures of him, confused by the other's response towards Sukuna's seemingly ineffective heckling. Huh, guess this guy is either totally care free, or he wasn't about to get into a roasting match with a second mouth. When the other asked him what he was on about, another nervous laugh left him as he softly waved a flat hand in the other's direction. "N-nevermind.... Anyways, I guess I'm Kirby-chan." He snickered softly at that, finding the prospect humorous. He can only imagine the look on Megumi and Nobara's faces if Gojo called for him that way! "That clown bastard-- and you, you're hopeless, Kirby-chan." the curse mocked, not that Yuji was really paying attention at the moment.

Gojo had his attention right now.

Yuji brightened up as Gojo made his offer, and he cheered out before catching up to the other, a faint bounce in his step. "Got it, senpai!! So, what's your week look like? And can I get your number so we can stay in touch if plans change?" He asked, all too eager to have Gojo possibly help him out, show him things that basic study and training didn't on campus. Hell, even practical application needed work, too. "What grade are you, by the way? Maybe I'll get lucky and see Gojo-Senpai in action!!" He gave an excited few fist pumps to the air, most certainly too excited to be a normal kid. .

[DirtyDeku]

As he's walking, he listens in to what Yuji was talking about. He wasn't completely an asshole! Just like, most of the time. He's not entirely sure why he was trying to argue that he wasn't the right shade of pink to be Kirby, but if that's what he wanted to do...

"...You swallow them whole?" He swings his phone one last time, catching it with the rest of his fingers on the downswing. There's a lot he could say about that piece of information, most of them not exactly school-friendly. If he was any older than Yuji than he already was, he would've probably ignored that part of what Yuji said or laughed instead. But he's only a year or two older than Yuji at the most, so he doesn't feel nearly as much responsibility. "You're popular with the ladies, aren't you, Kirby-chan?"

Well... Kind of what he was thinking, but formatted to be less odd to who he assumes is a heterosexual first year. He's never asked, but he's pretty sure Shoko would at least find it amusing if a guy came up to her and swallowed a hotdog whole despite her obvious interest in women. The way she looks at Utahime is something else, and so is the way that Utahime rejoices in seeing Shoko instead of the other two second years. Boys, am I right?

"My week's a lot like your's, but this late in the year we get to do less normal classes and more Sorcery lessons. Sometimes we get sent off all by ourselves to handle Curses, mostly within Japan but every once in a while we get to go to foreign places." He's perhaps a bit jealous that one of the other second years is out of the country at the moment, but he doesn't say it out loud. He knew why he and Geto weren't allowed to go on those trips anymore, but he doesn't think Yuji needs to know that whole story. It was kind of gruesome.

Instead, he snickers to himself as Yuji asks him about getting his phone number and what Grade he was. He considers lying to make Yuji feel better about starting late, but considering that he was one of the four Special Grade Sorcerers in the entire world, he has a lot to brag about. Also, it's pretty funny that all four of the Special Grades were students. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuta Okkotsu, who were all second years, and Yuki Tsukumo-- who was a third year. She didn't do a whole lot except for take overseas trips, though.

"I'm a Special Grade Sorcerer and have been since the second half of my first year. You?" For once, he doesn't actually know this ahead of time. He knew that Yuji was the kid all the higher-ups were losing their shit over, but he didn't know a whole lot about him as a person or what he could even do. It seemed a bit risky to let a vessel be a student and actually take part in lessons, but Gojo can at least sympathize with him. Being locked in a room and being fed fingers until he had eaten all twenty, only to be executed shortly after eating the final one? Yikes.

[LovelyBones]

"Yeah, they're pretty disgusting-- so bad it's kinda funny!" He snickered softly, before sticking his tongue out in a playful reenactment of his disgusted face. "Grossest thing I've had, honestly-- there's nothing to really compare it too, either. Best thing is to equate it to tasting like death, probably." He shrugged, before bringing his arms up, and lacing his fingers along the back of his head as he walked with Gojo, not really paying attention to where they were headed, only that the other was leading him someplace. "At least the flavor is the only thing that makes me gag a little." That implication flew over his head-- he was too buzzed over Gojo to even realize the innuendo he had made.

Though, at the question of his popularity with girls, he pouted a bit. "Not really-- the few I know are pretty friendly, but beyond that, there's no interest I guess. I know my favorite kind of woman is Jennifer Lawrence, though." He chuckled softly. "Nice legs, and a nice ass.... but, that's dreamin'. I gotta focus on actually impressing someone first before I even think of getting picky." He sighed, before moving his hands to his pockets. "Though, there's also the problem of Sukuna-- bastard probably would like interfering where he can." He huffed, and once again, felt the curse roll his eyes.

Yuji nodded eagerly as Gojo explained the schedule differences somewhat, and he smiled wide, imagining what sort of power the other may have. It could really be anything!! "Hopefully I'll get to get more hands-on training soon-- I heard that I'll be possibly helping out someone that used to be retired!! I wonder what he's like...." he hummed, before looking to Gojo.

Though, he was surprised, yet not entirely that the other was a special class, but it did make him terribly curious. "I've been told I'm on par with a first-class? But I still have a lot to learn-- I can't and shouldn't try to brute force everything. But, I do want to live up to that estimate, and even surpass it!" He grinned, at least being honest with himself. "Besides, if I want to live my life as much as I can and still get the remaining seventeen fingers, I have to get stronger. I shouldn't rely on anyone too much to bail me out all the time." He had a sad look in his eyes for a moment, before finally taking a look around. "Where are we headed now?" He cocked his head curiously, looking at the other much like a puppy would his master.

[DirtyDeku]

Tastes like death. Gojo understood exactly what Yuji meant, but he doubted the first year had yet to really experience what it was like to know his life was nearing its end. Though, it could be argued that anything that wasn't permanent wasn't what death felt like. Gojo himself had spent a long time debating whether or not his own experience could be considered dying despite his use of a Reverse Technique, and he had eventually landed on a God's First Mistake In Trying To Be Rid Of Me Was Arming Me approach. It was a lot less depressing that way, plus he needed the sanity he had remaining to guide Megumi even though he was a kid himself.

At least in this timeline Geto doesn't end up becoming evil.

Being reminded of the metallic taste of blood and eerie euphoria that came over him when he had clashed with Toji had completely blocked out most of what Yuji had said about the girls he liked. Nice legs, big ass, something about a celebrity...? Gojo wished the images he had conjured up in his mind were of long-legged celebrities with big asses. He'd much rather go back and forth about which celebrity made him tingle in places the sun didn't shine than remember so vividly fighting a man who truly had nothing left to lose. He'd rather argue that no, Jennifer isn't nearly as pretty as Megan Fox than retreat into his mind, hand absentmindedly gripping the front of his uniform as he experiences his intestines spilling from his torso again and again, replaying in his mind as if the scars from that day weren't enough to torment him.

He tunes back in just in time to catch Yuji mentioning that he would be training with a once-retired Sorcerer, the flaring of his nostrils for a second being the only physical hint of distress exhibited as he brings himself back down to Earth and reminds himself that the day that replayed in his mind so often was already behind him now. He lifts his hand from gripping his uniform to use his index finger to push his sunglasses as far up his nose as they would go, wracking his brain for any information he had on retired Sorcerers who may have come out of retirement at some point recently. "Only person I can think of is that Nanami guy, he's the no-fun-allowed type of person. Retired when his partner was killed during a mission, but I'unno why he's coming back out of retirement so soon."

Gojo knew exactly why he was coming out of retirement, but... Yuji was just a first year and he had enough on his plate already. He didn't think that bombarding him right away with all the things he would just have to get used to as a Sorcerer was the right thing to do. It wasn't wrong to be ignorant in some cases. Gojo had seen the worst of mankind in his own first year and he wasn't going to contribute to Yuji witnessing that sort of thing if he could help it.

"I told you that you're on my time, didn't I? Try not to be too amazed, huh?" He pauses at the door to his dorm room, waiting for Yuji to catch up before he slides the door open. It's the exact same setup as Yuji's, of course, but Gojo has made himself quite comfortable inside. His walls are plastered with posters, both of bands and celebrities he particularly liked as well as movies, video games, and other franchises he was either a fan of or just enjoyed the aesthetic of.

There's a small trash can near the table he studied at, and he just happens to step inside and stand in front of it in order to hide all of the candy wrappers he had stuffed inside of it. Yikes. Not setting a very good example, Gojo. Other than all of his posters and his embarrassingly full trash can, there's a wall dedicated entirely to trinkets he's picked up while travelling and photos of him alongside Geto and Shoko on their many missions. "Well? Way cooler than you're used to, isn't it?"

[LovelyBones]

Yuji was woefully oblivious at times, but in some cases, it was for the best. He wasn't the greatest at catching certain cues, hints about why one would be so wounded when they seemed just fine the day before, or even moments. Then again, like most humans, he couldn't read other's minds-- he needed to be made aware of the things people hid quite well if he had any hope of being of any use in regards to recovery, if there could be any at all. He's just a kid, like most of the students were-- he was going to fail, he was going to see things that will harden his heart, yet also make him stronger still. Being a Sorcerer won't be a cakewalk, and he's sure to see death often, should he remain in this line of service, so to speak.

He will face so much pain, and he hadn't a hope in imagining everything that fate had in store for him. At least for him, he'd have just barely enough time to grow and move on before the next train wreck he'd witness, take a hand in. At least he won't be alone.

When Gojo made a fair guess, and explained the guy somewhat, the younger teen's excitement faded somewhat, but it didn't leave him entirely. "I see.... I wonder what he was doing up till now." Yuji murmured, looking towards the faintly cloudy sky. "All I know it will be a bit-- guy prolly has a two week notice or something. Either that, or stocking up on Sorcerer stuff." He mused a moment, before tilting his head. "I wonder if Nobara uses normal nails with that hammer of hers and just uses cursed energy, or if they gotta be made special.... Can she reuse them, too?" He questioned to himself. He'll try asking her later.

When playfully chided for his eager curiosity, he pouted a bit, his mildly angular features becoming almost impossibly soft. "I can't help it-- you're my senpai, and yet you're crazy strong! How can I not be amazed?" He huffed playfully, before focusing on their destination. He let out an awed breath as he looked around, before looking relieved. "I'm glad you're down to earth-- for as cool and strong as you are, you're still a teenager like me!!" He grinned, eyes closed a few moments before he carefully wandered inside, wanting a closer look at the 'memory wall' of sorts, eyes wide. "So cool.... You've been to a lot of places, haven't you? Are these your fellow classmates?" He asked, pointing to a happy, almost mischievous group photo Gojo had. He didn't notice the trash can, nor its contents yet. "After you're done studying, would you tell me about these places? I know they probably weren't all fun, considering, but hey!! You still made the most out of it, right?" He asked, before looking around once more. "Where should I sit?" Not everyone liked others on their bed, even if it's as a temporary guest seat. For all he knew, maybe Gojo had a spare folding chair hidden someplace? Besides, wall real estate was scarce, so he couldn't lean on a nearby surface either. He was cool with sitting on the floor nearby if he had to. Sometimes the floor was just perfectly fine-- preferred, even.

Don't ask why, even Yuji didn't know.

[DirtyDeku]

"What, you couldn't tell by my totally cool appearance and vocabulary?" He snickers in amusement at Yuji's excitement about Gojo being a 'normal teenager' just like him. Sure, he was normal for somebody who had unimaginable amounts of power. He wasn't kidding when he said he was the strongest person on campus, but he didn't show it very often and preferred to act like an absolute clown. How Geto and Shoko haven't tied him into a pretzel is a mystery, but he definitely considers them both incredibly important to him. Plus, it wasn't as if they didn't have their own little habits that made them easy to recognize alongside Gojo.

"We were in Okinawa that time, the beach there was nice," He stands beside Yuji, pointing at a picture where he and Geto have been caught laughing in their swimsuits alongside a smaller girl in a wetsuit. His finger lingers over the girl's face for a long moment of silence before he points at a different photo. This one is their first year class photo, where once again he and Geto are side by side and there's a different girl stood in front of them: Shoko.

She was less laid back in their first year, so she looks more stiff and her smile is bright yet nervous. Similarly, Gojo and Geto look quite displeased to be there. It was their first year of knowing eachother, and Gojo's displeasure at being made to go to Jujutsu Tech instead of just being taught by an elder of his clan was pretty evident.

"Me an' Suguru were pissed, apparently. This was before our first mission together, so we didn't know anything about eachother. If you look close, you can see how white Shoko's teeth are compared to the other pictures from this year." He snickers again, stepping away to spin his desk chair around and sink down into it. He would've offered it to Yuji, but he's an asshole first of all and he already had his studying materials there second of all. Maybe he should have dragged a chair in from one of the classrooms, since the only other two seats weren't very close to his desk. Dammit.

"You can sit there or on my bed, I don't really care. You can take notes if y'want to, but I don't think you'll understand since you haven't been here for very long." He gestures to the small low table in the middle of the room, then grabs a spare pencil and piece of paper to offer to Yuji. He could let Yuji sit on his leg like a little kid so he could see what Gojo was working on, but that's probably a weird offer. Maybe he'd offer it up if they had too many problems with Yuji getting lost on the material.