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Silent Torment, Echoing Cares

Focused character: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto.

More stsg angst cuz we live for pain 😤

"I know he has the hint that something is off but I won't let him confirm his suspicion, I know he means good for me but....To be cared for is to be weak."

The incessant ringing of the phone, the 72nd time, echoed in Satoru's throbbing head. and Satoru couldn't bear it any longer. "God, I wish I could break that phone," he muttered to himself, half-asleep, body burning with an unusual fever. Normally, sickness didn't touch him due to his "infinity," but when it did, he hid it with the façade of strength, unwilling to show any weakness.

Half-asleep and disoriented, he questioned the time. "7, 10, or maybe 3 pm? How long have I been sleeping?" The relentless ringing ceased only to be replaced by the unwelcome chime of the doorbell. "Who could it be?" he groaned, dragging himself out of bed. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice devoid of energy, receiving only silence in return. With reluctant steps, he opened the door to find a tall man with long, black hair in a bun, holding a bento.

"Yo, Satoru," the man greeted with a forced cheerfulness, offering a homemade mushroom soup. "I made everything from scratch. You'll love it." Despite the throbbing in his head, Satoru managed a lifeless "thanks" before slamming the door shut. "I can't let him witness me at my lowest," he thought bitterly. "I know he has the hint that something is off but I won't let him confirm his suspicion, I know he means good for me but....To be cared for is to be weak."

He collapses onto the bed, limbs heavy and lifeless, burying his head in the pillow as if seeking refuge from the relentless torment. As he succumbs to the exhaustion that engulfs him, he slips into a restless slumber, plagued by a profound sense of despair.

Hours pass like a relentless march, the ticking clock echoing the oppressive silence in the room. "I feel like I'm fading away, why is that?" A fleeting thought echoes through his clouded mind before he's abruptly jolted awake. Confusion and disorientation grip him as he attempts to make sense of his surroundings. "Wait, who—?" His body remains unresponsive to the touch, and as awareness seeps into the recesses of his consciousness, he discovers a cold towel draped across his forehead. Ghostly fingers linger on his cheeks, leaving behind a haunting sensation. A voice, laden with a blend of frustration and concern, slices through the hazy fog. "Oh, Satoru, why are you so stubborn?" The words reverberate, a painful reminder of his own resilience. Opening his eyes, he's met with Suguru's gaze, a portrait of worry and empathy etched onto his face. In that moment, the weight of his own obstinacy and the genuine care reflected in Suguru's eyes converge, creating a tempest of emotions within him.

"Suguru?" Satoru croaked.

"Good, you're up. Eat something and take your meds. I know you haven't taken any," Suguru declared, a tone of exasperation tainting his words. With an air of forced cheerfulness, he collected a plate laden with food for Satoru and handed it over, a smile masking the underlying gravity of the situation. "You're such a big baby. You don't always have to hide yourself behind walls. Sometimes, you need to let them crumble. Let me see where you're hurt. Let me take care of you," Suguru continued, his words cutting through the air like shards of glass. "You may be touted as the strongest, but we're all humans, and we all have our limits."

As Satoru took in Suguru's genuine concern, it was as if the walls he had meticulously built around himself began to crack. A bitter mix of vulnerability and resentment surged within him. Someone willing to go this far for him tore through the carefully constructed barriers, and the realization hit him like a tidal wave. His heart ached as he nodded, tears streaming down his face. In that poignant moment, he grappled with the bittersweet truth – the undeniable warmth of being cared for was inseparable from the piercing agony of acknowledging his own need for love. "To be cared for is to be loved," he whispered, the words catching in his throat, an anthem of both solace and suffering.

AN: NAWY HERE🌼 AHHHH I WANTED TO POST ON MY BDAY SO BAD BUT HEY WE ARE LATE BUT WE ARE HERE, MWAHAHAH 👹

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I just found out what each flower in the bouquet means and I am gonna make it everyones problem so:

Blue roses: the attainment of the impossible

Periwinkle: lifelong long friendship

Blue Stokesia: love and patience

flower boy 💕✨🥹

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Swallowing Despair: Gojo's Love and Geto's Pain

Focused character: Gojo and Geto

Topic: Mild Angst (Cuz I love satosugu angst😭)

Description: Why gojo carries sweets with him.

"Hurry up, Satoru," a familiar voice called out to Gojo as he frantically rummaged through his chaotic study table, desperately searching for his stash of sweets. Lollipops, candies, chocolates - anything. In the midst of this frantic scavenger hunt, a thought invaded his mind, whispering, "If only you were more organized, suguru wouldn't have to wait for you."

"Satoru, hurry! Yaga-sensei is getting angrier; he wants us on that mission right now," Geto's patience had run out as he entered Gojo's disheveled dorm room. "What's taking you so long?" Geto inquired with a mix of exasperation and understanding.

Gojo, embarrassed by the state of his room, attempted to cover up his chaos with a handful of lollipops and a smattering of candies. He forced a nervous chuckle and mumbled, "Oh, not much, just a little sweet tooth issue, haha." But Geto merely rolled his eyes and forcefully pulled Gojo out of the dorms, reminding him, "We really need to exorcise those curses, you know."

In a dark and foreboding alley, their mission was to cleanse the curses haunting this wretched place. Geto, always the decisive one, wasted no time getting to work. Yet, Gojo couldn't bear to let Geto shoulder this burden alone. It wasn't for fame, fortune, or glory that he sought strength, but to spare his one and only from the agony of exorcising, absorbing, and ingesting those vile curses. Thus, Gojo followed Geto's lead and engaged in purging the curses, determined to outpace his partner.

As the last curse fell, Gojo, trying to maintain a positive atmosphere, declared, "And that will be all of them. Good work, Geto."

Geto patted Gojo's back, offering a congratulatory nod. Sudden wave of disgust gush up geto's throat he had to excuse himself he thought to himself as he struggled to find the right words, he stammered, "Excuse me for a second, I have to, umm... I'll be back" and with a strained smile, he departed.

Once out of Gojo's sight, Geto retreated to a concealed corner where he could unconceal his torment. The curse ingestions had taken their toll, leaving him weak and repulsed by the lingering, noxious taste. He told himself, "I'll be okay."

"I'll be back in a second," Geto had said with that artificial smile. Gojo, despite the facade, sensed the truth. "Okay, sure, take your time," he replied, though he had already decided he wouldn't let Geto suffer alone anymore.

Fueled by determination and love, Gojo followed the scent of Geto's curse energy and found him, struggling and crying in silence. In a soft voice, Gojo called out Geto's name, "Suguru."

Reluctant to burden Gojo with his pain, Geto tried to act normal, as if everything were fine. But the burning taste of those cursed ingestions still seared his throat. Gojo sat down beside him, unwrapping one of his lollipops and slipping it into his mouth.

"Are you okay, Suguru?" Gojo asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm perfect," Geto tried to laugh it off, but Gojo saw through the façade.

Gojo, the sun in Geto's darkest nights, remained by his side. With another lollipop in hand, he encouraged Geto to speak. "Say, Geto, if we were to hide all of Shoko's cigarettes, what's the probability of her killing us?"

Geto remained silent, lost in thought as Gojo put his musings into the open. "The only way to find out is to..." Gojo trailed off, extending a lollipop to Geto, who accepted it. "Find out."

"Exactly," Gojo beamed, and as they stood up, his comforting smile reassured Geto that he didn't have to face his demons alone. Gojo carried sweets not for himself but as a silent offering to soothe Geto's pain, knowing the toll that ingesting curses took on him.

"Suguru, I'm hungry. Can we grab some pancakes on our way home?" Gojo asked he wasn't asking for himself but for geto to make him feel better, his genuine concern and love radiating in his every word.

"Sure, I guess," Geto replied, knowing that with Gojo by his side, even the darkest moments could be filled with a glimmer of hope and warmth.

Author's Note:

Hihi everyone hope y'all are doing great, I just wanted to take a moment and thank you all for your support means alot🤍🌼

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Shadows of Sorrow, Threads of Hope

Focused character: Shoko Ieiri

Description: Shoko in her thoughts...

Yaga entered the room, in search for Shoko. The two boys, who were lazily pretending to stretch on the basketball court, turned their attention towards him. Yaga's voice, though stern, quivered as he demanded, "Where is Shoko?"

The tall figure with stark white hair, seemingly indifferent, muttered, "We don't know."

"Probably in the washroom," the boy with the black bun added apathetically. Yaga, unaware of Shoko's presence, sighed and continued into the room.

Shoko, a young woman leaning against the wall, lost in her thoughts, took another drag of her cigarette. Her gaze drifted upward to the vast expanse of the sky. A melancholic sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated her place in their lives. "Do I mean something to them? Do they truly care about me? What if I were to disappear? Would they feel a void, an incompleteness without me? I'm right here, you know. Why do you guys not care for me the way I do for all of you?"

In the midst of her silent despair, a voice broke through the haze of her thoughts. "Hey, Shoko." Haibara, the speaker, pulled Shoko from her reverie. She forced a strained smile, masking the turmoil in her heart. "Haibara, what brings you here?" she inquired, her voice a fragile attempt to conceal her inner turmoil.

Haibara, summoning courage to bridge the gap that seemed to isolate Shoko, hesitated no longer. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me for a movie and some ice cream, just the two of us," he proposed, striving to avoid awkwardness. Shoko's heart, aching with self-doubt, skipped a beat at the sincerity in his request.

A small smile flickered on her lips as she realized, even amidst her despair, that perhaps she did matter to someone. "Haha, sure, let's go," she responded, her voice betraying a sense of hope she thought she had lost.

As Haibara's inviting gesture seemed to melt away Shoko's lingering sorrows, a glimmer of newfound connection warmed her soul. She marveled at the unexpected beauty of this small, sincere gesture, a lifeline in her sea of loneliness. Maybe, just maybe, she had underestimated the depth of their caring. With a renewed sense of purpose and hope, Shoko began to gather her things, preparing to step out into the world, finally feeling that she had found a place where her existence held significance.

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Am I depressed cause I am in my satosugu brainrot? or am I in my satosugu brainrot era that's why I am depressed 🫥?

Good Night Gojo Satoru

JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 (2020-)

2.09 | “昏乱” • pandemonium

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In the Shadow of Curses: A Love Unbroken

Disclaimer: angst, mlm.

Pair: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto.

Geto slumped heavily onto the worn, tattered sofa, his heart burdened by the agonizing wait for Gojo's return from yet another perilous mission. Gojo, the strongest sorcerer known to all, was always the first choice when it came to confronting curses that no one else dared to face. The house seemed emptier, colder, without the presence of the one man who had stolen not only Geto's heart but his very essence.

With a deep, melancholic sigh, Geto turned his attention to the flickering images on the television screen, where a stranger's voice resonated through the room like a haunting melody. "When you really love someone," the voice intoned, "you see all their mess, their shattered pieces, and yet, you love them still. In fact, it's precisely those broken fragments that make you love them even more."

Geto's eyes drifted from the TV, his gaze vacant but brimming with the weight of sorrow and longing. He couldn't help but relate those words to Gojo, the man he loved more than life itself. The memory of Gojo's smiles, his messy hair, and the scars he bore from countless battles were etched in Geto's heart, becoming all the more precious with their imperfections. Every scar told a story, every flaw held a piece of Gojo's soul, and Geto cherished them all, even as they tormented his soul in Gojo's absence.

The room was steeped in silence, the words on the television screen reverberating in his mind like a dirge for his own broken heart. Geto's love for Gojo, in all its torment and imperfection, was a testament to the depths of his sorrow. It was a love that had been tested by distance, danger, and darkness, and yet, it burned with an intensity that only the darkest of sorcery could rival.

Love! He mused to himself, a complex, enigmatic emotion that had him ensnared in its intricate web. His thoughts swirled like a tempestuous storm, an endless spiral of longing and confusion. Yet, amidst his tumultuous introspection, an unfamiliar voice called out his name, shattering the fragile sanctuary of his reverie.

"Suguru, Suguru, can you hear me?"

Startled, Geto's gaze snapped from the abyss of his thoughts to the source of the voice. There, before him, stood Gojo, his presence marred by the unmistakable signs of brutal battle—bruised, bloodied, and gasping for breath. Time seemed to halt as Geto's heart raced with dread.

"Satoru, oh my God," Geto stammered, his voice trembling, his emotions in turmoil. "How... How did this happen?"

Geto struggled to form coherent words, desperate to hold onto his composure as his world teetered on the precipice of despair. Gojo, despite his injuries, tried to reassure him with a faint, brave smile. "It's okay, Suguru. I'm fine, just need some rest."

But Geto's composure was hanging by a thread, and as Gojo's weakened form succumbed to unconsciousness, it snapped. "No, not again, Satoru!"

Geto gently cradled Gojo's battered body in his arms, a surge of panic coursing through him. He rushed Gojo to the bedroom, his movements quick and deft as he sought to staunch the bleeding, change Gojo's blood-soaked clothes. In the process, he became acutely aware of his own appearance, drenched in Gojo's blood.

His hands shook, breath came in ragged gasps, and his thoughts whirled with the terrifying what-ifs. "What if he had been gravely hurt and couldn't have made it here in time? What if..." Panic threatened to overwhelm him.

"I should take a bath," Geto whispered to himself, his voice trembling. After an agonizing fifteen minutes of struggle, he managed to tear himself away from his beloved's side, desperate to wash away the physical and emotional toll of the day. The water ran hot, but it did little to wash away the anguished turmoil that had taken root in his soul, entwined with his profound love for Gojo.

The steam from the hot water enveloped Geto in a comforting embrace as he stood beneath the showerhead. But no matter how scalding the water, it couldn't cleanse the stain of dread and sorrow that clung to his very essence. Each droplet seemed to echo the anguished thoughts that raced through his mind.

As the water cascaded over his body, he couldn't help but replay the moment when he'd first laid eyes on Gojo, battered and bruised, a vision that had filled him with a paralyzing fear he'd never known. The feeling of Gojo's blood on his hands, an indelible reminder of the fragility of the love they shared, left Geto shaken to his core.

The bathroom was filled with a disorienting blend of steam and the sound of running water. Geto leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, his chest heavy with the weight of his emotions. "Satoru," he whispered through trembling lips, as if the name itself held the power to mend his shattered heart.

Time seemed to stretch on, both eternal and fleeting, and as Geto emerged from the shower, he found himself faced with the image of Gojo still unconscious in the bedroom. The wounds were dressed, but Gojo's pallor spoke volumes about the ordeal he'd endured.

Geto sat by Gojo's side, gently cradling his hand and pressing it to his lips. A silent vow formed in the depths of his soul—to protect, to love, and to never let Gojo face such horrors alone again.

The room, though dimly lit, felt like a sanctuary. The steady rhythm of Gojo's breathing was a poignant reassurance. As Geto settled beside him, he knew that the tangled web of love, pain, and longing they shared would never be easy to unravel. Yet, in this moment, amidst the shards of their vulnerability, it was the profound and undying love they held for each other that illuminated their path through the dark.

With a heavy heart and fervent hope, Geto whispered, "We'll face it all together, Satoru. No more lonely battles." And in that room, filled with the remnants of anguish, they clung to each other, bound by a love as powerful as the sorcery they both wielded, a love that had been tested and found to be unbreakable.

Author's Note:

Hi y'all, Nawy here. It's my very first attempt of writing. I hope you enjoyed it 🌼