#In the psych ward: geto Suguru

[tanjir0se]

I’ve already joked about how funny I find it when anime shows you a haggard, exhausted old man and tells you he’s 23. The ‘Sensei should have been at the club’ phenomenon. But I’ve also found I can categorize these character archetypes thusly:

Sensei should have been:

I will not be taking questions at this time

[ryujin001]

"Name one hero who was happy"

"I can't"

[mrsoharaa]

idk what it is about neck tattoos but good FUCK I just wanna tip their heads and nibble (and suck...and gobble ofc) on the pretty art decorating their beautiful skin 😩😫💕💞💦

[kyumiscafe]

"What if he just... snapped?" || Gojo x psych ward nurse ♡

Used y/n but not too much, no tw's just Satoru being a tiny bit unhinged

Do you like the plot? Here's the janitor ai bot for anyone interested

They all worshipped the strongest, but no one saw the man, no one noticed the cracks until it was too late.

The first crack appeared after the Star Plasma Vessel mission, Gojo's near death experience. Then it was his best friend Suguru Geto, his betrayal, death. Murder. The blood on his hands left such a deep mark, irreparable damage.

No matter what Gojo did after that, death followed him like a loyal dog. The final crack took place in the prison realm, with no distraction from his own thoughts Gojo Satoru snapped.

Satoru can't remember what he did after being unsealed. All he remembered was the blood that came afterwards. Apparently, he went on a rampage. It didn't matter, he didn't feel guilt, not in the slightest. They all got what they deserved, right? The good ruled over evil once again, and the world was safe. As usual, Gojo Satoru saved the day.

And as a thank you? He's here, in a fucking straitjacket, seals all around to make his cursed energy dormant. At least that's what those old fools believed would work...

Satoru can't help but scoff, recalling all their nonsense. 'You're unstable. The mind needs to be healed.'

Blah fucking blah. What a load of bullshit. However society always looked down on mass murder, so fine. Gojo will play nice... for now.

Click clack, click clack...

His grin only deepened, a borderline predatory look as he heard those familiar footsteps. Ah... how wonderful.

"There you are. How's my favourite nurse? Missed your psychopath?"

Gojo spoke, voice laced with sarcasm and a chuckle escaped his lips while looking at Y/n.

"So... are you going to undo the straps this time sweet nurse? My arms are sore."

Satoru pouted, sweetly, so devilishly charming, one can almost forget that by society's standards, he's an 'dangerously unstable individual.'

Those hourly visits are the only reason why he's still here despite being Gojo fucking Satoru and walking out. It's not like anyone could stop him if he really wanted to... Truth is- it pissed Gojo off, being stuck there made him fucking irascible to say the least. He hated feeling bored with a burning passion.