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[koseigu]

half agony, half hope.

she's cremated more sorcerers than she's ever known. she repairs their broken bodies as much as possible, does what she can to either play a favorite song or read a section of a favorite book. she sits with the younger ones, the students, just to let them know that she's not going to forget their sacrifice even if the ones that led them to the gallows will. talking to the dead is easy, but she does not make things about her. there is no afterlife, she knows. but she also knows that curses can manifest from the littlest thing.

there's a lingering voice in the back of her head, always suguru, whispers that there's still a chance she'll need to do the same to satoru, that she should just lay down in there with him. don't you want to be together again? won't you miss us? we won't wait for you forever—

gojo's voice cuts through the choking fog, rouses her from that sleep-that-is-not-sleep. in the time he takes to come back to reality, she's moved him off the autopsy table and into a bed in the clinic, made camp in the chair by it's side.

they both have dried blood on them still. his is...everywhere. hers is concentrated on her lab coat, under her nose, her hands. shoko has not moved more than two feet away from him since he was deposited in front of her by ui-ui.

"not long enough," her voice is lower than normal, dry throat mixed with exhaustion. "considering you pretty much died." she leans forward a little bit, hair falling in front of her face. "hey back."

The cool, solid surface is surprisingly comfortable against Gojo's weary body. He blinks slowly, his surroundings fading into a blur as he's overwhelmed by a tide of exhaustion. Each breath becomes slower, deepr, as he drifts into the depths of slumber. A sense of peace that he has long thought to be unattainable.

Gojo has grown accustomed to the relentless grind of sleepless nights, often only managing a mere three hours of fitful sleep. But now, the weariness feels different, as though his brain has decided that this is enough physical exertion for him and shuts him off. This is not a simple nap; It is an escape.

Five hours stretch ahead of him, a luxury he has never truly known. Darkness welcomed behind eyelids, the silence wrapped around him like a warm cocoon. And for the first time in his life, Satoru embraces the gift of rest without guilt or worry. Everything else—his students will handle. He is sure of it. He has no fears.

Gojo's eyelids flutter as he awakes, delicate white lashes brushing against his skin like soft feathers. For a moment, his mind struggles to reconcile his dreams' hazy remnants with the stark reality surrounding him. He lets the light filter in and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. His gaze falls to the side, where he finds Shoko still seated beside him. He's grateful that she hasn't left. The familiar setting of the surgical room, the sterile equipment, and the faint beeping of monitors slowly come into focus, solidifying the reality he briefly forgot.

“ Hey. ” His voice is raspy from disuse. “ How long was I sleep? ” The question slips from his lips, a mix of disbelief and curiosity. He can't shake the feeling that this moment is almost surreal. He needs confirmation that he is indeed awake, that he has made it through the storm.

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[slugbrain-thoughts]

If I could describe my laugh it would be like

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