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Megumi rolls his eyes, irritated that they disrupted his train of thought. 

“How does it feel to be a son of a whore?” 

“So what if my father is an omega and an escort?” Megumi finally looks up at his classmate, tilting his head. “Aren’t you too young for such appetites?” 

“My father says it’s immoral and obscene.” 

“Okay.” Megumi carefully erases his previous answer, rewriting it neatly.

“Don’t you have anything to say about that?” 

“No? I don’t care what your father says. At least mine gets paid, yours is giving it for free-"

Megumi lets the punch land. His lips curl, fox sly. 

“You threw the first punch.” 

“So what?”

“I’m only defending myself.” 

The adults are talking over Megumi, all angry sounds and sour scents, but he tunes them out. Instead, he stares down at his swinging feet, still not long enough to reach the floor. Gojo did say he’ll grow into his height, just look at how tall he and Getou are, and it earned them an hour lecture from Getou about how genetics worked. 

Megumi feels nervous because -

His teacher said Toji was coming. Toji never ever comes. 

“Pup?” 

At the sound of his father’s voice, Megumi throws himself from his seat, scrambling over to press his face to Toji’s stomach wordlessly, allowing him to stroke a hand through his hair. 

“You hurt?” Megumi bats Toji’s hand away from prying at his mouth. “Any loose teeth?”

“I’m fine,” Megumi says softly. He just wants to go home and finish his homework. He didn’t finish his equation. 

“Wanna tell me what happened?” 

The teacher tries to intervene then, clearing his throat. “Megumi here took offence with little Kei's remarks - "

“His father called you a single omega whore.” Megumi interrupts. 

“Oh?” Toji grins, showing all his teeth as he leans down to take a look at his classmate’s dad, and Megumi hides his grin against Toji’s side as the beta man steps back. “You interested? You don’t look like you could afford it though.” 

“Otou-san.” Megumi whines, tugging at his shirt. This is why he didn’t want Toji to come, it’s embarrassing. Toji pats his head.

“I’m not intimidating your classmate’s parent. Just… clarifying.” 

“Who did you come with?” Megumi sniffs his wrist and then growls. “No!”

“Hey, he said he’ll help with stress relief,” Toji says. As if his alphas would ever allow his dad to be stressed. Megumi makes a soundless snarl, flashing his teeth. 

“Megumi-chan~"

Despite his growl, Megumi doesn’t resist when Gojo swans into the office and cups his jaw, turning his head from side to side. Gojo wails dramatically. “Our Megumi-chan is being bullied, let sensei take a good look at you~ Your cheek! It’s red!” 

“Don’t fuss.” To his embarrassment, Megumi’s growl comes out closer to a whine, a pup’s request for attention from their pack. He bites his lip to keep it in.  

“They hit you! Our precious pearl, the apple of our eye-"

“This is… Fushiguro-san, we’re here to talk about Megumi’s behaviour in response to his classmate's comments-“

“I was right!” The beta male points accusingly at Toji, keeping his son close to him. His classmate wears a mirroring look of embarrassment. "Fushiguro is nothing but a single omega whore-“

“Single?” Gojo says indignantly. “Toji isn’t single.” 

“Megumi broke his classmate’s nose, which we consider to be a disproportionate response -” 

Toji raises an eyebrow. “Just his nose? Aww, Megumi, you really are a kind child.” 

“We intend to suspend him for a week,” The teacher says, valiantly. 

“Just a week? Why not two weeks?” Gojo complains. “We can go to Okinawa, Suguru did say he wants to go snorkeling with Megumi-“

Okinawa…. Whale sharks! 

Megumi tugs Toji down to whisper in his ear.

“We agree with the suspension, but this should not impact Megumi’s school records,” Toji repeats, an indulgent smile curling across his face, when Megumi pinches him. “And we will pay for his classmate's clinic bills.” 

“What we would prefer, is for Megumi to apologise to his classmate.” The teacher says, rubbing his temples. “And I would like to remind his fathers that the suspension is meant to be a punishment to instill discipline within our students.”

Gojo smiles, far too wide to be only amusement. His scent, unmistakably alpha, potent and redolent, rolls over the room like a heavy fog, causing Megumi to sneeze. “Are you doubting our ability to discipline our child? We should be far more concerned with how the school allows for discrimination and dissemination of hate speech, shouldn’t we?” 

“We are more concerned that the school has allowed for such obscene bloodlines to enter-"

“I’m afraid you don’t understand.” Gojo continues, wearing his smile even as he lowers his sunglasses as he looks at the beta male. “Takahashi, no, don’t interrupt. I don’t care what your actual family name is. Takahashi, this is what will happen. You will bow and apologise to both my omega and my pup. In return, I will not buy the land next to your lovely little suburban home for opening a funeral parlour.” 

“You are threatening me-"

“I’m not.” Gojo says. “I am only sharing my business plans. We’re always looking to diversify.” 

The beta male's throat works, and then he bows robotically, face ruddy red. Toji ignores him, as he examines Gojo’s wrist.

“Is that new?” 

Obviously flattered at his omega’s attention, Gojo puffs his chest out proudly as he shows his watch. “Suguru bought a matching set for us. Isn’t it pretty? Do you want to choose one? You can wear it to Okinawa.”

“Nah, it’ll get in the way.”

“But it’ll look so good on you -  Takahashi, your head is far too high. Lower it further.” 

“Can we go?” Megumi asks, as his teacher sits there with his head in his hands. Megumi can sympathise. It’s not easy when it’s just Gojo and his dad. Getou would be far better -

On further thought, Getou's streak of cruelty and nihilistic tendencies might be worse. 

His teacher waves his hand. 

“Your dads are pretty cool.” His classmate comes close to Megumi, his voice pinched from holding his nose to prevent further bleeding. “Are you really going to Okinawa?” 

Megumi doesn’t reply, but when Toji smooths a hand over Megumi’s hair, Megumi hides a smile.