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Force of Nature [Gojo Satoru]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: angst

words: 6.1k

summary: when your relationship with Gojo Satoru takes a turn, you find yourself adrift in emotions you can no longer bear. in an attempt to move on, you choose a path that will forever change the way you see him. what follows is a confrontation filled with words left unsaid, feelings erased, and a heart left untouched. as the lines between love and loss blur, both of you are left to face the consequences of choices made and the price of silence.

He’d always been there, Satoru.

A constant in your life—his presence as natural as the oxygen filling your lungs. From childhood to now, he’d been your best friend, your greatest tormentor, and at times something more, a part of an inexplicable feeling that pulled you closer and simultaneously pushed you far apart.

Pinching yourself never woke you up from the dream. Maybe it was never one. The shared looks of fondness and gentle touches, the way he seemed to be at peace next to you, the teasing, those foggy nights when you two engaged in something more than just mere friendship…

Satoru was quite victorious when it came to pulling you into his gravity like a force of nature, but it was hard to tell if it was real or just his usual antics. And how ironic, having spent so much time by his side yet still being unable to see through him, unable to enter past the cerulean gates of his eyes.

And thus, with the impact of such color on your psyche, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the wind without a second thought—and like the autumn leaves your traveled for a long time, hoping that one day you would find the confidence to be open about the feelings you developed for your best friend, knowing that they would be reciprocated.

Maybe you shouldn’t have spent so much time locked in your head. Besides, it is a human trait—or a curse—to overthink, to weave scenarios that fit our narrative or haunt our heart. To each their own, I suppose. Hope is a trap that can wrap around the soul and squeeze it until there is not a single drop left.

And you hoped. You hoped so much, that the own essence of hoping evaporated, replaced by assurance, confidence that your heart matched the beating of his, that it belonged to you.

Though, to give credit where it’s due, the lines were blurred between you. Those controversial moments shared played over and over again as you headed towards the bar where you’d arranged to meet your friends, including him. You felt particularly elated, brave even to finally find an opportunity to be open to Satoru about how you felt.

ii.

The car hummed quietly as it rolled to a stop in front of your house, the headlights casting a soft glow over the driveway. The night was cool, the streets around you dark and quiet late as it was. It had been a typical night with Shoko and Suguru, filled with laughter stupid jokes, but now, as you sat in the passenger seat, everything felt oddly different.

Satoru had been unusually quiet on the drive back, his teasing smile absent. You glanced over at him, seeing his hands gripping the wheel with a tension you hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t much—just a subtle shift—yet you could feel it in your bones.

Silence settled between you. The distant sound of a dog barking echoed through the stillness outside, but inside the car, all you could hear was the rhythm of your breathing.

“Well,” you said, shifting in your seat, trying to shatter the awkwardness, “Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned slightly toward you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual.

“I really hope you do.”

You weren’t sure why, but tonight, for the first time in a long while, the usual casual goodbye didn’t feel right at all. Something in the atmosphere was different, charged even, as though something had shifted tremendously.

And then, without warning, Satoru’s hand reached over to the gearshift, but instead of grabbing it, his fingers brushed against yours. A light, accidental touch—or at least, that’s how it seemed at first. But the way his fingers lingered there, just a little longer than necessary, sent a shiver through your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at him. His face was inches away, the faint glow from the streetlights casting shadows across his captivating features. His eyes were still focused ahead, but his jaw was tight, like he was holding something back.

As if hypnotized, your hand slowly moved a fraction, just until your fingers brushed against his again. His eyes flicked toward you, meeting yours for the briefest of moments.

Satoru was the one to shift in his seat now and for the length of a heartbeat, everything felt suspended. Then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned in just a little closer. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it was enough. Enough for you to completely lose your mind.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you both sat there, a breath away from something more, from something you’ve been daydreaming about for a long time.

Neither of you spoke, but in the stillness of the car, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just this moment. His hand, still hovering over yours, seemed to be waiting for something. For you to make a move? Or for himself to?

And just as quickly as it began, Gojo pulled his hand back, sitting back in his seat, the moment slipping away in an instant like sand through your fingers. He didn’t say anything, but there was a darkness in his eyes now—a flicker of something you couldn’t place.

“Get some rest,” he simply said, his voice almost too casual. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just turned the car on again and gave you a small, almost hesitant smile.

Without a single word, you stepped out of the car, your legs feeling unsteady, the weight of the unspoken moment heavy on your shoulders. You closed the door behind you and turned to look back at him. He didn’t reciprocate.

iii.

Hope is the fuel that drives us forward, yet it has the power to burn us to ashes.

And tonight, you were bound to be burned.

He hadn’t mentioned her before. Not once. Not to you, not to anyone, apparently, as they all seemed to hold the same surprised expression as you did. The only difference was that yours contained a mixture of bitterness and betrayal, evident enough for an observant reader.

“Guys, this is Mei,” he had said nonchalantly, slinging an arm around the woman’s shoulders and giving her a quick kiss. “My girlfriend.”

Your world shifted on its axis. Every stone you placed to build your happily ever after castle collapsed in a blink of an eye.

At first, you convinced yourself it was temporary. Satoru never stuck around for long in relationships, right? He would realize soon enough that she just wasn’t for him. That you were the one who had been there all along. That he would rebuild your castle.

But weeks passed.

Then months.

Then, on his birthday, he made the announcement.

“We’re engaged.”

No castle. No happily ever afters.

And as laughter and cheers erupted in the room full of your closest friends, you couldn’t hear any of it over the rushing sound in your ears. You felt like you were being pulled down into the pit of the ocean, instantly drowning. The glass in your hand trembled and before anyone could notice the devastation on your face, you stormed out after sharing your congratulations.

You desperately needed an exit. Out of this hell on earth that embraced your soul and caged it.

Your legs buckled, the sudden realization that you’d lost him forever crashing over you like a tidal wave. You weren’t sure if you were shaking from the chilly breeze of the quiet night or from the raw ache tearing through your heart.

Eventually, you collapsed to your knees on the porch, your hands clutching the edge of the railing as if it could anchor you to something, anything. The tears began to flow like a faucet.

It haunted you already. His smile as he’d told everyone. The way she stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, showing her ring. How easily he’d said it, like it was just another step in the natural flow of things. They’re getting married. As if it had always been that way. Like you were just a passing thought.

There was nothing you could do to stop it. You had no right to. You had to sit along with the shattering truth from now on: He wasn’t yours. He never had been. He never would be.

You felt guilty for allowing yourself to be carried away by signs that turned out to be a false alarm.

You wish you had been more aware, more careful, more…

Realistic.

If Satoru wanted to make a move on you he would’ve done so as soon as he realized he had developed feelings for you. He wasn’t the type of man to hide away or act all shy like a schoolboy.

There had never been something there, ever.

It had always been empty, not an ounce of what you expected.

And if at some point it had existed, it was all long gone now, leaving dust and pain behind it.

As you were about to think that at least nobody had noticed your awful exit, you heard the door behind you creak.

Suguru Geto wasn’t the type to miss things. The way your eyes were empty, the way you barely met anyone’s gaze—it unsettled him.

He made his way outside, the soft light from the house spilling onto the dark yard. It didn’t take long before he noticed you, crumpled on the porch, knees drawn to your chest, hot tears staining your cheeks. You looked utterly broken, a mess of emotions you were unable to hide anymore.

“Hey,” Suguru said softly, kneeling next to you. He reached out, gently pulling you up and into his arms. You didn’t resist, your body still trembling a bit against his. Your breath came in jagged sobs, but your face was hard, as if you were trying not to show how much it hurt.

“Shh,” he soothed, guiding you to sit on the bench nearby. “You don’t have to explain. I can see it. I know.” Suguru’s hand moved up and down on your upper back, offering the little comfort he could without invading your space too much. You both sat there until the tears started to dry, until the night breeze dried your tears and emptiness started to take over.

Until the door opened again.

Satoru stepped out onto the porch, his excitement still buzzing in the air. It was time to cut the cake.

“Alright, what the hell are you guys doing out here?” His voice was light, teasing, filled with his usual carefree energy. But the moment his eyes laid on you, sitting there with Suguru, something shifted.

His smile faltered as he took in the scene—your eyes red from crying, your posture stiff, distant. Without a second thought, he dropped his playful tone and rushed toward you. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His voice cracked with concern, as he reached out, kneeling in front of you. His hands hovered uncertainly, unsure of what to do, his eyes searching yours for some kind of answer. But you didn’t dare to meet his.

You didn’t speak either. Not a single word came out. Your gaze was hollow, distant as you stared into nothingness, face pale and devoid of emotion. Satoru’s heart sank, the confusion and panic evident in his expression.

Suguru stood up, his face calm but laced with an underlying concern. “Her stomach feels a bit weird,” he said quietly, his gaze shifting between Satoru and you just to check if you’d react to his lie. “I’ll take her home to rest, you guys can cut the cake without me, it’s fine.”

Before Satoru could reply, Suguru started walking back inside.

“Y/n, be right back, going to grab my keys and your stuff.”

All you managed to do was nod as you both watched him disappear.

You slowly rose to your feet, your movements stiff and calculated. You still refused to make eye contact with Satoru, knowing it would break you all over again. You moved past him, your shoulders brushing for a brief moment as you started heading for the steps to leave.

Satoru’s heart raced, panic rising in his chest as he quickly reached out to grab your wrist. “Hey, y/n, please wait—”

The moment his fingers brushed against your skin, you pulled away as if your body was getting electrocuted. Your expression remained unreadable as your eyes fell on the floor, which suddenly seemed more like a safe space than your own best friend.

Gojo stood there, stunned for a second. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ He paused for a moment, trying to think of the right expression to use. Scared you? Startled you?

“Fuck, if something’s wrong, if there’s something going on, just tell me, please.”

You ignored his plea for answers.

“Look at me! Y/n please I need to know…”

The fact that he pretended to care—it gnawed at you, eating away at what was left of your patience. He had no idea how much he was hurting you and that was what pissed you off the most. He was so oblivious, so self-centred, acting as if everything was fine and you were the problem.

Your hands balled into fists at your sides as the anger began to rise, slow and steady, like a sandstorm, pulling you under.

But no, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, you wouldn’t be the one to cause more of a scene and give the lovey dovey couple something to gossip about before they go to sleep at night.

“You never keep secrets from me,” you finally said. “Unless you know they’ll hurt me.”

Satoru fell silent.

“You knew, didn’t you?” you pushed, voice cracking. “You knew all along and despite that…”

His fingers curled at his sides. He opened his mouth, but no words came out at first.

“I don’t see you like that.” He admitted, voice careful, a bit too hesitant, too soft. But it was enough to shatter you once again.

“Then at least you should have had the fucking decency to tell me instead of making a joke out of me tonight!”

“I didn’t mean it to appear that way, y/n.”

Everything after that was a blur. You backing off, unable to believe your ears. Suguru gently guiding you to the car, Satoru apologizing over and over, crying once again in Suguru’s car, falling asleep on your bed with your outside clothes on.

Not to worry.

It would all start to fade completely with the first rays of the sun one month later.

iv.

The room was loud, buzzing with laughter and drunken teasing as you all gathered around in a circle to play a game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven.” The rules were simple: each person would take a turn drawing a slip of paper from a hat, and whoever’s name was written would have to go into the small closet for seven minutes with said person.

The air was thick with anticipation as the time passed. The dim lighting cast a warm glow over the scene, bottles of sake scattered across the table. Shoko was grinning behind her cigarette, Nanami had his arms crossed, looking like he was already regretting joining, and Suguru was laughing, thoroughly entertained.

“Alright, next up,” Utahime said, shaking the hat full of names. She reached in, pulled out a slip, and read it aloud. “Oh, this is gonna be good. Satoru.”

You rolled your eyes as he made a dramatic show of adjusting his sunglasses, grinning like he already owned the room.

“Obviously,” he said smugly, stretching his arms behind his head. “Alright, who’s the lucky—”

Utahime pulled the next name. Her grin widened. “Oh, this is good. It’s you,” she said, pointing at you.

The room exploded into laughter and catcalls.

Your stomach dropped. “Absolutely not.”

“Ohhh, come on!” Satoru clapped his hands together, his smirk practically glowing. “Don’t be shy, y/n, you know me more than anybody in here.”

You shot him a glare. “I’d rather die.”

“Seven minutes can’t kill you,” Shoko snickered.

“It can if it’s with him,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Satoru placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “I’m wounded.” Then, before you could protest any further, he grabbed your wrist, already pulling you toward the closet. “C’mon, let’s get it over with.”

The door slammed shut behind you, and you were immediately swallowed by darkness, the only light slanting through the cracks. The air was thick, filled with the distant laughter of your friends and the suffocating closeness of him.

You backed up until your shoulder hit the wall. “You better not try anything.” You lied.

“Oh, please,” Satoru scoffed. “Like you’d be able to resist me.”

You barked out a laugh. “Resist what? Your giant ego?”

“You say that, but I’ve seen how you look at me.” His voice dropped slightly, and you could feel his smirk. That fucking asshole knew what he was doing.

You scoffed. “You wish I looked at you like that.”

Satoru took a slow step closer, the air shifting. “Do I?”

The silence stretched between you, charged with something you didn’t even dare to think about. You could smell his cologne, the faintest hint of something sweet under it—maybe the sake he’d been drinking.

Your jaw clenched. “You’re always doing this. Flirting, teasing, making everything a game. You don’t even take me seriously.” You regretted saying that as soon as you let the words out. That was a little too much information for someone like Satoru to know.

He tilted his head. “And that bothers you?”

“No!” you snapped.

“Then why are you getting so worked up?”

You absolutely hated how easily he could pull reactions from you. You wanted to push him away, wanted to shove that cocky smirk right off his face.

Instead, you did the next best thing—you shoved his shoulder. “I hate you.”

Satoru barely moved. He only grinned, his expression shifting, something dangerous sparking behind those blue eyes. “No, you don’t.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. His hand came up, fingers gently brushing your jaw. Your body betrayed you, a shiver running down your spine.

And then, before you could think about how sick and twisted of a man he is, before you could even breathe, Satoru grabbed you, yanking you forward, and his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was nothing like you expected. It wasn’t slow, wasn’t teasing—it was hungry, desperate. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as your back hit the wall. His fingers dug into you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t give you a second to process. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and suddenly, you were gripping his shirt, pulling him closer, like something inside you had snapped.

You were finally tasting him, after so much longing, after so much fear, after—

“The procedure is straightforward, but I must emphasize that it is permanent.”

The words hang in the sterile air, cold and final. You grip the edge of your chair, fingers curling into the fabric of your coat.

“Upon completion, you will no longer experience romantic feelings toward him. Your memories will remain intact, but any emotional attachment of that nature will be severed. You will recall that you once loved him, but you will be incapable of feeling it again.”

Your throat tightens. “So I’ll just… see him and feel nothing?”

The doctor folds her hands on the desk, her gaze steady. “That is the intended outcome. No lingering pain, no unfulfilled longing—no more suffering.”

No more love.

The doctor regards you carefully. “You must be certain before proceeding. There is no way to reverse this. Once it is done, the possibility of romantic love for the person of interest will be permanently erased. You will not be able to recover it, even if you wish to.”

Permanent.

The word settles over you like a stone, heavy and immovable. Is this what you truly want? Or is it simply the only way to survive?

It doesn’t take long for you to decide.

“I’d like to sign the papers and schedule an appointment please,” you said, your voice steady—too steady. It felt like if you let even a single crack show, the whole thing would shatter.

The doctor nodded, sliding a clipboard toward you. “The soonest available appointment is next week. Does that work for you?”

You picked up the pen, pressing it to the paper. “Yes, thank you so much.”

The ink bled into the form, a quiet confirmation of the choice you had made. With each stroke, it became more real.

More permanent.

When you stepped out of the office, the cold air of the hallway hit you first—then it was Suguru’s waiting gaze. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between impatient and concerned.

“How did it go?” he asked, pushing off the wall as you approached.

You hesitated for only a second. “Good. It’s done. I have an appointment next week.”

Suguru let out a slow breath, tilting his head slightly. “So you’re really going through with it?”

You nodded, gripping the strap of your bag and looking past him, down the empty hallway.

“I don’t see any other way.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You’re making a mistake, y/n.”

Your jaw tightened. “No, I’m fixing one.”

Suguru scoffed. “By cutting out a part of yourself? By pretending he never meant anything?”

“I’m not pretending,” you shot back, your voice quieter now. “I’ll still remember. I just won’t… feel it.”

Suguru’s gaze softened, but there was something sharp underneath it. “And you think that’s better?”

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “It has to be.”

If you did that, everyone would win.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before looking at you again, this time more serious. “Feeling anything, even pain, is better than feeling nothing at all.”

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. You appreciated his concern, you really did, but the last thing you needed right now was someone to plant second thoughts into your head. “I’m not shutting off everything, Suguru. It’s just one person.”

He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “And what if that one person is the one who made you feel the most alive?” he said finally, voice quieter now.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I won’t remember what that felt like.”

Suguru exhaled, shaking his head as if he wanted to say more but knew it wouldn’t change anything. And maybe it wouldn’t.

Maybe, by next week, none of this would matter at all.

vi.

Satoru tried to be patient, understanding.

The first few days, he told himself you just needed space. That you’d cool off and things would go back to normal. He guessed that if you were the one to get married, he would feel a little bit uneasy as well. Well, actually no, he immediately brushed off these thoughts as a little unease would be an understatement. Why was he feeling that way?

Weeks went by and still nothing.

And for the first time in his life, he had no idea what was going on with you.

At first, his texts were casual, an attempt to smooth things over without addressing the weight of what had happened:

— Shoko said you haven’t been answering her either. You didn’t die, right?

— At least tell me if you’re alive. That’s basic human decency.

You left them all on read.

Then his messages changed.

— I really hate not talking to you.

— Is this really how you want things to be?

Still, nothing.

He stopped texting and tried to focus on his fiancée, on work, on anything that would keep him from checking his phone every ten minutes. He’d always thought you’d be there, that no matter what, he’d have you to joke with, to lean on.

But now there was silence, and it ate at him more than he wanted to admit.

So one evening, after work, more than a month after his birthday party, he finally gave up on waiting.

Before he could overthink it, he found himself at your doorstep, hand hovering over the doorbell.

It had been a long time since he’d come here without walking in like he owned the place.

The door opened, and there you were.

Satoru had played this moment over in his head a thousand times—how you’d react, what you’d say, if you’d slam the door in his face. But he definitely hadn’t expected this.

You looked… fine.

Not sad, not angry, just fine.

“Hey, stranger,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. There was no hesitation in your voice, no flicker of the storm he was used to seeing in your eyes when it came to him. “Long time no see.”

Satoru frowned, searching your face. “Hi, uh…Hi.”

There was something off about you, something he couldn’t put his finger on, and it was making his chest tighten.

“I tried to reach you,” he said carefully.

“I know,” you replied. “I saw the texts.”

His frown deepened. “And?”

“And I didn’t feel like answering back then. But it’s all good now.”

Something inside him twisted. You had never seemed this indifferent with him. Even when you were pissed, you felt things so deeply. But now… there was nothing.

“Can I come in?” he asked, eyeing you carefully.

You tilted your head, considering, before stepping aside. “Of course, make yourself comfortable.”

Satoru walked in, the familiar space somehow feeling foreign. It smelled the same, looked the same—yet it felt completely unfamiliar.

You walked ahead of him, hands in your pockets. “You want something to drink, or are you just here to stare at me like I kicked your puppy?”

He nodded, almost mechanically, and you poured him a glass of something strong, handing it to him without a word. He took it, but his eyes never left you. There was something different about you now, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. Something in the way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you avoided his gaze—it was all off. He could feel the change, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru blurted, finally breaking the silence. “About that night, I should’ve told you first before I announced it to everyone. I just… I thought we were fine, you know? We’ve always had this understanding. You’ve always been there for me, and I guess… I guess I took it for granted.”

You watched him for a moment before responding, your expression soft. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Satoru,” you replied, “You wanted to get married to someone you love. That’s not something you need to be sorry for.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his frustration visible. “I should’ve told you first, though. I always tell you everything. You’re the one closest to me. And I know there’s always been something… between us. We’ve never really talked about it, but it’s always been there, right? It’s like we both just… agreed that it was there, even if we never said it out loud.”

You looked at him then, but your gaze wasn’t filled with the usual warmth. It wasn’t filled with anything at all. “Maybe that was the case before,” you said, your voice even. “But after the procedure… on my end, at least, that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Satoru froze, confusion flashing in his eyes. “Procedure?” he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. “What procedure?”

You gave a short laugh, leaning back in your chair. “The procedure to erase my feelings for you. It’s… not as bad as it sounds, please don’t panic. I didn’t want to keep carrying around something that wasn’t going anywhere, especially when it was clear that you didn’t feel the same way.”

Satoru stood there, still as a statue, his mouth open in disbelief. “You… erased your feelings for me?” he repeated, his voice cracking, like the words were too hard to form. “Why? Why would you do that?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Because, Satoru, that night you made it clear you didn’t see me in that way, remember? I didn’t need you to spell it out for me to understand. You were, are in love with someone else.”

You looked at him, your expression unreadable. “I just wanted to be happy, and I didn’t want to hold onto feelings that weren’t being returned. It wasn’t about you or the wedding or anything else, it was just… about me. I couldn’t keep pretending like I didn’t care when I knew I did. It wasn’t fair to either of us, not fair to poor Mei as well.”

Satoru stood still, his eyes locked on yours, as if he couldn’t comprehend the gravity of what had just happened. The words he was about to say came out more urgently than he intended, as if they could somehow undo the decision you’d made.

“This was a mistake, y/n” he insisted, his voice cracking, desperation thickening it. “If I knew you were going to do this, I would’ve stopped you. I can’t… I can’t imagine a world where I don’t have your love. I need you. I—” He swallowed hard, looking at you as if you were the very air he breathed.

You sat there, the calmness in your demeanor almost haunting as you watched him fall apart before you. It should’ve hurt, seeing him so shaken, but it didn’t. Not a bit.

“That’s quite selfish of you to say, Satoru,” you replied, your voice steady, like you were telling him a simple fact of life. “You have someone who loves you. You’re getting married, for God’s sake. You don’t need me. You’ve already found someone who gives you everything you want, someone who’s going to be with you and love you..”

He looked at you in shock, his chest tightening as if the breath had been knocked out of him. “What are you talking about? I can’t just—” He shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts, to find the right words. “You’re my person, y/n. No one else can replace you.”

“If you truly felt this way about me, Satoru,” you said, “you should’ve been honest with me from the start. You shouldn’t have waited until someone else was already involved. You shouldn’t have waited until you were about to marry her. You should’ve told me everything before you made that decision, before you put me in the position of being the one left behind. Look at yourself, you don’t even know what you want or what you truly feel.

“I want you, y/n,” he finally admitted, his voice raw with emotion, a trace of desperation in it that he hadn’t shown before. “I don’t know what I was doing before, but I know I want you. I always have. I can’t imagine a life without you…”

You took a deep breath, swallowing down the sting of his words. “No, Satoru,” you said, your voice firm, you had made your own peace with it. “You don’t get to say that now. You had your chance. You had all the time in the world to figure this out, but you didn’t. And now, it’s too late. It’s not about what you want anymore, because I’m not here for you like that. I can’t undo it.”

“You… you can’t possibly feel nothing anymore. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“I do feel like I need to help my best friend organize his wedding because he’s an utter dumbass. Nothing has changed Satoru… Romantically speaking I’ll just never be there again, that’s what we both needed and that’s what’s right.”

Before Satoru could protest any further, the sound of a door clicking shut echoed through the room. The lock turned with a soft but decisive click, and before either of you could say another word, Suguru walked in, his usual calm demeanor in place. He was casually dressed, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, though there was a subtle tension in the way he looked between you and Satoru.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” Suguru’s voice was smooth, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he took in the scene, sensing the tension thick in the air.

Satoru turned sharply, the shock on his face still evident, though he tried to mask it. “Suguru,” he greeted, though the word sounded more like a question than a real greeting. “What are you—”

But Suguru didn’t wait for him to finish. His gaze flicked to you, a small smile tugging at his lips, but there was a quiet understanding in his eyes. “You two have been… talking, I see.”

“Oh, we haven’t had time to catch up about that, love,” you let out a laugh. “But we’ve been figuring things out.” You turned to Suguru with a calmness that felt like a weight lifting from your chest. “We started going out a few days ago.”

Satoru froze, his mouth going dry as his heart skipped a beat. The words felt like a punch in the gut, even though he had been trying so hard to convince himself that everything was okay. The idea of you being with Suguru—that way, romantically—was like a cruel joke he hadn’t expected.

Suguru, however, didn’t seem surprised. He glanced over at Satoru, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he gave a small, almost teasing shrug. “You took long enough to figure things out, didn’t you, Satoru?”

Satoru’s head snapped toward Suguru, his eyes wide. “Wait, you knew?” His voice was strained, like he was on the verge of losing control.

Suguru’s smile widened slightly, but it was devoid of any amusement. “I had a feeling,” he said, his gaze lingering on you. “But it’s not for me to explain. I didn’t interfere at all, if that’s what you’re thinking. You two have had your history, your own way of… handling things. But now, I think y/n has made her decision.”

“You really did it, didn’t you?” Satoru muttered under his breath, though it was almost more to himself than to anyone else in the room. He stared at you, trying to find any trace of the person you used to be, the person he once meant something to. But all he saw now was a calm, detached version of you, one that no longer felt the weight of the love that once existed between you two.

The anger, confusion, and disbelief were still swirling inside him, but it was replaced by something much crueler now—acceptance. A bitter, painful acceptance that he had messed up. That he had waited too long. That his indecision had cost him everything.

He looked at you one last time, but he found nothing familiar in your eyes. There was no warmth, no affection, no love. Just emptiness.

“You think you’ve moved on,” he said quietly, as if to convince himself. His voice cracked slightly, betraying the deep hurt that he was trying so desperately to suppress. “But maybe, deep down, you’ll always feel what we had. At least, I’ll always do.” He shook his head, almost like he was trying to clear his thoughts. “Maybe that’s the only thing left, huh? At least I didn’t chicken out and erase my fucking feelings.”

When all he received was silence, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long, exhausted sigh. His gaze lingered on you one last time before he turned towards the door, his footsteps heavy as they echoed in the room.

“I’m sorry for everything,” Was all he managed to utter. “I hope you guys are happy.”

And then, without waiting for a response, he left. The door shut loudly behind him, and with that, Satoru Gojo walked out of your life for good.

There was a moment when you had everything and nothing at the same time.

And there was a moment when he had everything and nothing at the same time.

And at the end of that day, that’s what hurt the most.

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arziixo · 2 days ago

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‎✦ ࣪ ˖ ࿔ suguru geto ♡ ➤ kisses and hearts for the pain ive put him through

#呪術廻戦 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto #geto suguru #夏油傑 #suguru geto #jjk geto suguru #jjk suguru geto #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru

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mullermilkshake · 2 days ago

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Abusing his position.

Part 1 <- -> Part 2

Shoko isn't in her office today.

Doctor!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,Dubious consent,Sexual assault,Vaginal fingering,Medical examination,Praise,Smear test,Abuse of power

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Doctor Suguru Geto was the only resident in Tech hospital that you couldn’t stand.

Eerily charming and overconfident were trademarks of a complete asshole. And Suguru Geto was just that. A massive and entitled asshole.

Out of all the nurses and glamorous staff in white coats, donning the halls in their ridiculous stilettos in their respective departments, Dr Geto seemed to have you in his sights though you had made it clear you were not interested.

You’d managed to avoid him for most of the week, pottering about the nurses station, cleaning and organising paperwork to pass the hours until the end of your shift.

By the end of the week, you found yourself sitting in a waiting room for an appointment you almost forgot about. Smear tests were necessary but god, did you hate them. Uncomfortably hoisted up on the table, knees hopelessly pulled apart and clutched in your hands looking like a tied up boar in a paper gown, naked from the waist down.

And there you were waiting for it, to get it over with so you could leave for the day, leave for your second job at the bar. Dr Ieiri was a physician you always requested, aloof as well but in a way she did not come across as cocky but rather humble and dedicated to her job.

Your name was called after only ten minutes of checking in at the front desk, much quicker than usual.

The heavy wooden fire door was closed, 'Dr Shoko Ieiri' embossed on the brass plate on the outside to match the dated door handle and dented beige flooring inside when you stepped inside.

“Oh, there you are.” The oozy sweetness of that tone nearly turned you around to leave the room.

It didn’t help that Dr Geto was also a Gynaecologist too.

“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room.” You turned, naturally correcting the mistake and moved to leave his presence.

He stood up in your periphery which stopped you. “Not at all, Shoko called out sick so I’m taking her appointments today.”

Was it worth the three month wait for another appointment? Yes, it was. Definitely worth the wait. “I can book another appointment, I usually only have Dr Ieiri, I actually requested her.”

Something made you stop where you were, hand firmly wrapped around the door’s handle so you might just pull it from the wood and your head leant against the frame. It was the rustling of paper from the desk. “I can see you’re overdue for your smear already, since you’re here, may as well get it over with, right?”

He had a point, but with so many moments between you, close and suggestive though there were so many other beautiful women he could have subtly harassed, it was difficult to settle your stomach.

“I guess…” Why were you even entertaining the idea for this man to look at you in a vulnerable state?

“I’ll be gentle.”

It was supposed to be reassuring and to outsiders you supposed they would have seen it that way, a caring doctor calming his patient. It was darker than that, far more pressured in a way to keep you from leaving.

Get it over with. But the three month wait was so worth it to be out of this room immediately. Three months was a long time and you wouldn’t find another convenient time to make an appointment point so perfect between both jobs.

“Okay…” Turning back you skulked to the chair opposite the desk littered with papers.

You couldn’t push yourself to look at him but you could feel his eyes on you, hot with his grin he always wore. It almost felt deliberate, a plan to place you here with the doctor away though you knew it was just pure coincidence.

“Right, I’ll get straight to the point and get you out of here in no time.” Papers shuffled, his pen clicked between his fingers to fill the silence.

Why did his breathing sound so deafening? He appeared to be trying to hide it like he was flustered but he wasn’t. You guessed you were far too hyper focused on how uncomfortable you were that you hadn’t realised he’d already asked you a question.

He called you again, using your first name. “Are you sexually active?”

You weren’t, but something compelled you to lie. “Yes.” Perhaps it was a ploy to make him understand that you were seeing someone, or a secret and invisible boundary you erected to show him not to mess with you.

It would also prevent him from gaining more ammunition to ask you out again.

His face said differently behind the mask he had put up himself. “And have you had any concerns surrounding sexual health in the last six months?”

Is he testing me?

Was he suggesting your imaginary partner had an infection or something? If you had a partner, like really chose one, he would be respectful and kind, nothing like Dr Geto and certainly not crude enough to suggest something like that.

A concern? Nothing of the sort.

Was he even writing anything down? you could only see a few scribbles on the page. “Has your partner been tested?”

“Yes.” Another blatant lie. “But is that necessary? I’ll get a test screening with my smear anyway.”

He sat back triumphant. “Of course it’s necessary, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t. Some infections can give false positives and abnormalities after a smear.”

It was suspicious and naturally you were cautious not to take anything at face value with the Doctor, a scheming man with rumours going around not two months ago, sleeping with a new nurse in the on-call room who he’d been chasing for weeks.

They were empty and unassuming of course, the nurse blatantly denying all allegations and point blank refusing to work with him. Completely unbothered though, that was the concerning part and that was what made you second guess his intentions.

He stood and adjusted his tie. “Okay then. I’m going to grab a few forms from the front desk for you to fill out. I’ll give you privacy to remove your bottom half and get in the stirrups.”

“Right… stirrups?” The door had closed before you could protest. You had never used any stirrups with Doctor Ieiri for as long as you could remember. Maybe other doctors were different?

You removed your clothes as fast as you could in time before he came back, not caring about anything now and get the unpleasantness over with.

But where was the gown you wore? There was nothing, but nothing usual either. It was just as Doctor Ieiri left it, biology posters and her certificate adorning the walls and a poor plant that hadn’t been watered in weeks sat shrivelled up in the back window of the office. But no gowns anywhere.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

It was too late, the door opened and you darted behind the curtain past the examination table where the stirrups were very much there when you didn’t remember the table having them before.

“There aren't any gowns in here.”

“Huh? Oh… there was a delivery issue and all the remaining gowns have been distributed to the other departments, apparently Gynaecology isn’t a priority.” It was evident he was on the other side of the room, most probably by the desk.

“I think I should wait for Dr Ieiri, I should really wear a gown-“

“Nonsense.” It came right from behind the curtain. He was closer than you realised. “You’re halfway there, best just to get it over with.”

You remembered the first time of many that he had asked you out. Drinks, dinner, a trip to the theatre and even a comedy club. Every time you had said no, the following routine occurred.

The first phase was Ignoring after you’d inevitably turn him down, even though you only spoke in a professional capacity. A sudden interest a week later and suggestive situations where the two of you were alone in a room together, that could last up to a few weeks and then the last phase, he would ask again.

You were currently in the second phase.

Before you knew it, you were climbing on the exam table, sticking either foot in the stirrups. In that moment you finally caught yourself and frantically searched for something to cover you.

The only thing being a large sheet of blue tissue used to line the bed. Just in time as Dr Geto pulled the curtain aside.

Eyeing him like a hawk as he approached felt like self preservation. He noticed the tissue immediately, his eyes flickered from you to between your legs and back to you.

“This won’t take a moment.” His smile, so signature it gave you a toothache.

He plopped down on the rolling stool by your feet and fiddled with something to which you assumed was the tools necessary to carry out the small and unbearable task.

The bottle of lubricant wheezed and hand on your knee. Bare skin.

Does he not have gloves on?

“Uh… Dr Geto?”

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you wearing gloves-“ You took a sharp inhale when he pushed his fingers inside you.

“Ask any Doctor and they’ll tell you, bare skin is much more sanitary than latex gloves. Just relax, it’s only an initial pelvic exam.”

“I wasn’t due a pelvic exam, just a smear.” You propped yourself up on your elbows to see him, his hand subtlety squeezed your knee, you noticed.

“Just relax, I’m only feeling for any abnormalities.”

You laid back down and made the exam bed shake a little. Abnormalities. Yes they existed, but he had turned his hand palm facing up, it seemed more like he was doing something else.

It was so awkward, the silence and getting fingered by a man you’d turned down multiple times. It sounded like one terrible porno.

“You’re very tight for someone who’s sexually active.”

What? It was something under his breath but you heard it clear as day. Sarcasm. “Dr Geto, that is not appropriate.”

He chuckled like honey. “That slipped out, I apologise. But it is scientifically proven, you know? Those who are sexually active lose muscle mass.”

“Right…”

That ‘scientifically proved bullshit.’ was just that. Bullshit. You weren’t a doctor and even you knew that, yet he called your bluff, he knew but he wasn’t going to outright say it. There was a part of him that probably doubted his assumption and he couldn't just say it and risk being seen as an idiot. That was your own protection.

“Almost done. You’re doing great.”

His hand moved to pull out but pushed his fingers inside you again which made you flinch. His other hand had stayed put on your knee the entire time but moved away, skin stinging from his touch since you fought the urge to pull away ever since the beginning of the exam which seemed to take forever.

It happened inside you, his fingers moved in a way you were familiar with but hadn’t experienced for a while. Your body told you to enjoy it, that tugging from between your legs as his fingers pulled away and back again.

Something wasn’t right.

Is he doing what I think? Before you could investigate and look, he removed them and continued with the test. The usual as expected. Tugging, stinging and uncomfortable plastic.

Doctor Geto finally stood and neatened himself up, taking the tissue that covered you and used it to wipe his fingers. “You should rethink that date, maybe we could go out next weekend?”

He was speaking so casually, you there half naked glaring up at him, so vulnerable and exposed to his burning stare.

Like your hands would cover you up adequately. It didn’t stop you from trying. “Dr Geto, please respect my boundaries. I don’t even know why you keep asking me.”

“Well I was going to leave it, but we know each other much better now, don’t we?” He winked, fucking winked and left you to dress whilst he sat down at the desk.

“No thank you.” You pulled the curtain across to block his view harder than you had meant to.

He’d gotten under your skin and his disembodied chuckle past the curtain confirmed that he knew it too. When would your usual doctor return? You shouldn’t really have been going to this hospital in the first place, but Dr Ieiri was adamant she was the best.

And she was, but that three month wait definitely would have been worth it.

You dressed quickly and came out, heading for the door. Dr Geto stopped you on the spot, he stood by the door, cockily leaning against the wall.

“Please just think about it, I really think you’d like me when you got to know me better.”

He was really full of himself, that’s what you thought of him, parading around the departments because every person with two brain cells could see he was attractive. It wasn’t enough for you, not when deep down you know there was dark and twisted shit happening underneath the surface.

There was one instance where his true colours came to light you had observed from a distance, so subtle you would have missed it if you blinked. You didn't want to ever see it fully.

“See you around Doctor Geto.” Not another word. You left and went about your day, that uncomfortable silence running through your head as you tried your best to contemplate what had just transpired.

Dr Ieiri called two days later to reschedule your appointment with an apology of the delay and lack of information as to why she wasn’t in.

She had gone to dinner and had some sort of food poisoning. The person she dined with was Doctor Suguru Geto.

And there was no record of your test even being noted down. No sample was ever given. And no investigation was ever conducted.

And after that day, Doctor Geto was relentless in his attempts to convince you on a date.

So you relented eventually in the hopes he’d leave you alone after that. Boy, were you wrong.

The man never gave up.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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iiiiiiis-things · 16 hours ago

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guys i js thought abt the most sexiest and intimate thing ever. just IMAGINE your sucking off suguru geto and im talmat giving him sloppy head, deepthroating as much as his length as you can, blowing sour bubbles every 3 minutes because of all the saliva, hell- even fondling his balls urging him to come faster down your warm throat, but just before he cums suguru like to pull you off of him and rest a hand behind your neck making you crane your head up to look at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours, the eye contact drives him WILD as his eyes roll to the back of his head with a groan and- oh- would you look at that? he's cumming :) !!

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st3f13ily · 18 hours ago

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Bound by Dreams

• Ceo Alternative Universe

• Yandere Gojo Satoru x Reader x Yandere Geto Suguru

• Strange Dreams

• Reader will be said as "she or her"

• Chapter 1: The Dreams Begin

• Both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru have the same dream, about a girl who they have never seen in their life. But soon, their curiosity about this girl grew. When one of their dreams gave them a clue that she lived nearby, they were doing everything they could to get her.

Gojo Satoru

The first time I dreamt of her, I thought it was just a meaningless flicker of imagination. A random dream among thousands. It wasn’t anything special at first, just a glimpse of a girl curled up in bed, her back rising and falling with soft, steady breaths. The room was dim, the glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows over her small frame.

Then the dream came again.

And again.

Each time, I saw more. I saw her stretch as she woke up, rubbing her eyes with slow, lazy movements. I saw her sit at her desk, books scattered around, pen twirling between her fingers. I saw her sigh, fingers pressed against her temple as frustration curled her lips into a pout.

I saw her happiness too. The way her face lit up when she finally understood something she was studying, the way she grinned at her phone when she read something funny, the way she hummed softly when she made coffee in the morning.

The details became clearer with each dream. The scent of her shampoo, the warmth of the sunlight hitting her face, the sound of her soft breathing at night.

It was strange.

I had never met her before, and yet she was in my head every time I closed my eyes.

Geto Suguru

It took me a while to realize I wasn’t the only one having these dreams.

At first, I dismissed them as fleeting visions. I had dreamed of many things before, things far beyond the reach of reality. But she was different. The dreams weren’t chaotic or filled with the usual horrors of our world. They were peaceful. Domestic.

Too real.

Then one night, I dreamed of her sitting on the floor, clutching a pillow, her lip trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. The raw emotion in her expression made my chest tighten. I wanted to reach out, to wipe away her tears, to whisper that everything would be okay. But I couldn’t.

The dream ended before I could do anything.

I woke up with a strange ache in my chest. It lingered even after I pushed the thoughts away, even after I reminded myself that she wasn’t real. Or at least, she shouldn’t have been.

The next morning, I mentioned it offhandedly to Satoru, half-expecting him to brush it off.

But he didn’t.

His spoon hovered above his cereal, blue eyes sharp behind his sunglasses. "Describe her." he said, his voice too casual.

I did.

His lips curled into a slow, knowing grin. "Huh."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

He leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. "You’re not crazy, Suguru. I’ve been seeing her too."

A chill ran down my spine.

He wasn’t joking. Satoru rarely ever took things seriously, but I knew when he wasn’t lying.

I set my cup down, my fingers tightening around the handle. "So she’s real."

His grin widened. "Looks like it."

Gojo Satoru

Knowing that Suguru had been seeing her too changed things.

Before, it was just a curiosity, a strange, reoccurring dream that I chalked up to over-exhaustion. But if Suguru was seeing the same things, the same girl, the same life…

That meant something.

That night, when I closed my eyes, I focused. I willed the dream to come, willed myself to see more, to understand why this was happening.

And it worked.

I saw her again, sitting at a small café, her chin resting in her palm as she sipped at a drink. She wasn’t smiling. She looked exhausted, her fingers tapping absently against the table. The city buzzed around her, people moving past in a blur, but she seemed separate from it all, lost in her own little world.

I watched as she checked her phone, her expression tightening for just a second before she sighed and looked away.

She was struggling with something. I could see it in the way her shoulders sagged, in the tired way she rubbed her eyes, in the hesitation before she took another sip of her drink.

I wanted to know why.

I wanted to know everything.

Geto Suguru

The more I saw her, the more I craved.

Each dream gave me a piece of her life, a fragment of who she was. But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to know what she was thinking when she sighed like that. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about when she slept. I wanted to know the reason behind every emotion that flickered across her face.

I wasn’t satisfied with just watching anymore.

And neither was Satoru.

One night, we sat in silence, both of us lost in thought. The air between us was heavy with unspoken words, with the realization that we had both fallen for someone we had never met.

"She’s close." Satoru said suddenly, breaking the silence.

I glanced at him. "What do you mean?"

His fingers tapped against the table, a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Last night, I saw a large gate in my dream. It was one of ours."

My breath hitched.

She was here.

In our city.

Satoru smirked. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

I met his gaze, my lips curling into a slow smile. "Yeah."

It was time to find her.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (Soon!)

@lixisoul99

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the-strongest-writer · 3 days ago

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a minute longer

"it's snowing,"

satoru said while extending his hand above his head, trying to catch a falling speck of snow. his companion—suguru—could only chuckle softly.

"it is, huh? can you tell me..." suguru trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip before continuing.

"can you tell me about it?"

"...yeah, there's snow everywhere. it's funny."

"so you think,"

"mhm...it's a weird thing to consider. snow in august? haha," a laugh from the albino.

"...hey, suguru?"

"yeah?"

"thank you for spending another winter with me. i hope to spend more winters with you."

"me too."

"i'm sleepy."

"you are?"

"yeah, can we sleep now? let's have fun again tomorrow."

"...not yet, let's stay up a bit more."

"oh, okay."

"..."

"...are you oka—"

"...don't leave me yet, satoru."

there was no snow.

it was a warm evening, yet suguru felt cold.

the condition had messed with satoru's mind already.

it wasn't snowing; he was hallucinating. given that, suguru knew that he had limited time left with his partner.

he pulled satoru closer, trying to keep his tears from falling, his voice kept from cracking.

with a final plea, he placed a gentle kiss on satoru's forehead.

"...stay with me for a minute longer, please."

a.n. — this was inspired by that one bokuaka (In Another Life) ao3 fic.

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freakycafetomoe · 20 hours ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓆩♡𓆪

↳ sorcerers, curses, and emotionally unavailable men and women—welcome.

✧ Fics are organized by character! Click on a name to jump to their section. ✧ Comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

╭₊˚๑𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐒﹕☁️₊˚੭

💙 Gojo Satoru | Strongest sorcerer, strongest menace 🖤 Geto Suguru | Monkey hater, but you’re an exception 💼 Nanami Kento | Overtime king, 10/10 husband material ⚖️ Hiromi Higuruma | Your honor, he’s guilty of being fine 🐍 Utahime Iori | Tired of Gojo’s BS, deserves a raise 🚬 Fushiguro Toji | deadbeat but in a hot way 💀 Shoko Ieiri | Drinks instead of fixing her problems (relatable) the only normal person in this series

꒰୨୧◞ 。𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒⠀.

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♱༺𓆩 ꒰ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 ꒱ 𓆪༻♱

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Chapter Five: The Unraveling

Satosugu!reader

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

It started as nothing. A fleeting moment, a ghost of a feeling, one that both of them dismissed as exhaustion, as stress, as a trick of the mind.

But then it came again.

And again.

And suddenly, it wasn’t so easy to ignore.

At Jujutsu Tech

“You’ve changed.”

Shoko’s words were offhanded, but there was something pointed about them, something that made Gojo pause mid-sip of his coffee.

He scoffed, tilting his sunglasses down just enough to glance at her. “You’re getting sentimental on me, Shoko?”

Shoko exhaled a slow stream of smoke, her gaze distant. “Not really,” she murmured. “Just thinking about the old days.”

Gojo didn’t like the way she said that.

It had been years since he let himself think too deeply about the past. That path led to places he couldn’t afford to go.

But Shoko wasn’t done.

“You ever wonder about that day?”

Gojo didn’t have to ask which day she meant. He had spent too many nights reliving the moment he lost everything—when Suguru had snapped, when he had come back to Jujutsu Tech only to hear the devastating news.

His grip on his coffee tightened. “…No.”

Shoko hummed. “Weird. I do.”

Gojo exhaled sharply through his nose, feigning disinterest. “Why?”

Shoko flicked ash from her cigarette, her expression unreadable. “Because I was the one who examined the bodies.”

Gojo stilled.

He had never really thought about it before. Had never wanted to think about it.

“You ever notice,” Shoko continued, tone deceptively casual, “that I never actually examined hers?”

A slow, creeping chill settled in his bones.

“What?”

Shoko shrugged. “I checked Riko’s body. Harbara. The people Suguru… you know. But her?” She turned to him, eyes sharp beneath heavy lashes. “I was only told she was dead. But I never actually saw her body.”

The blood in Gojo’s veins had gone cold.

His mind kicked into overdrive.

He had never seen you.

When he had come back that day, too battered and dazed to think straight, Yaga had been the one to tell him. There had been no body in front of him, no moment where he had been forced to look at the truth.

He had just… accepted it.

But now—now the doubt was there, a festering wound splitting open inside of him.

Because if your body had never been accounted for…

Then what really happened to you that day?

The candle’s flame wavered, its light casting soft shadows across the room.

Suguru sat in silence, fingers lightly tracing the edges of a worn photograph.

It was from years ago, back when everything was different. When they were young, naive enough to believe the world wouldn’t take everything from them.

The three of you.

Satoru, grinning like an idiot with his sunglasses perched atop his head. You, nestled between them, laughing at some forgotten joke. And him, caught mid-smirk, eyes filled with something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He didn’t know why he had pulled it out tonight. Maybe nostalgia. Maybe self-inflicted torture.

His thumb hovered over your face.

It had been so long.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply as if the breath itself could steady him.

That cursed energy.

The one he’d felt a couple of days ago. The one he’d dismissed as a cruel trick of the mind. The one that felt too much like yours to ignore.

His jaw clenched.

Had it really been a coincidence? Or had he felt it because—

No.

No, he wouldn’t entertain the thought.

Because if he did, it would mean questioning everything. It would mean reopening wounds that had never fully closed.

But still…

Suguru glanced down at the photograph once more, fingers ghosting over your image.

For the first time in years, doubt crept into the cracks of his certainty.

They had spent years mourning you. Years tearing themselves apart over what happened that day.

But now, the smallest thread had been pulled.

And everything they thought they knew—everything they had forced themselves to accept—was beginning to unravel.

Because if your body had never been recovered.

If there was even the slightest chance that you had lived.

Then what had all of that suffering been for?

What had they become because of it?

And most terrifying of all—

If you were alive…

What would they do now?

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Three Little Reasons: Reason 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: On his mission to rid the world of curses through genocide, Geto finds two young girls locked up for their ability to see curses. He's about to free them when their older sister shows up, ready to rescue them from their family's murderer.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2k

He hates monkeys. They take and they take, having no idea how greedy they are. He used to feel protective over them. They’re helpless. They need his strength. They need all the strength of the jujutsu world to have their back. But did they appreciate their sacrifices? No, they didn’t even notice them.

His mind became twisted, wondering how to rid the world of curses. How are they formed? Through the fear of the primitive. Meaning, if he gets rid of all the monkeys…well, that would do it.

He got to work, destroying families and villages. Cutting ties with anyone who disagreed. As he cleansed the city of the primates, he found curse users who were caged or enslaved. He took them in, comforting them and assuring them they were special. He found homes for them and continued with his work.

Then one day he found two young girls. Terrified, and like so many others, locked in a cell. He had just massacred their entire clan when he stumbled upon them, all alone in the basement of some dead rich man’s house. He began looking at the lock, appraising it, when the girls point behind him.

He turns to see you standing there, keys in your hand, quaking with fear.

“Are you going to hurt them?” You’re voice comes out soft as a whisper but you try to sound brave.

“I’m going to free them.” You look him up and down, trying to gauge if he’s tricking you. “Hand over the keys, monkey.”

“No. Step aside.”

“You’re in no position to defy me. I see how you tremble.” His voice oozes with power but you swallow and stand your ground.

“I’m not leaving them alone with you.”

“Why? Are they dangerous? Is that why you locked them in this cell?”

“How dare you!” You find your bravery in your indignation. “Those girls are special and if you think I’ll hand them over for you to slaughter like the rest of us, you’ll have to kill me too!”

Geto steps forward, intrigued. He can’t quite tell if you’re defending them as property or as someone who loves them. He watches you, your eyes darting over to the bars behind him, clenching your jaw and calculating your move. He decides to let you play out your little stunt, to see whose side you're really on.

Clearly, you’re still just another monkey because you haven’t noticed the massive third grade lurking behind you. But he keeps its hunger at bay until you prove to be exactly what all of you are: just another selfish monkey.

You close your eyes and charge past him, racing to the cell door, your fingers fidgeting with the lock, trying to fit the key inside. “Run, run far away and let me handle him. I won’t let this man hurt you.” Your voice comes out calm though you’re anything but.

The girls cry your name and you sob. They are your sisters, ripped away from your arms when they were four and taken to this wretched place. As toddlers, they started to see unnatural things. Things that scared them, but they also gained mysterious powers. Your family was afraid of what they are, chaining them but never killing them. The entire clan agreed to keep the girls locked away, and you spent years trying to convince them otherwise. You snuck down to visit them every chance you got, looking for a way to get them out.

Then the killing started and you saw an opportunity. You scoured the entire home, searching for the keys to their cell but the screaming surrounding you made it hard to think. Your panic chewed up your logic, rendering you nearly useless yet still you found them. The keys finally clutched in your fist but by that time the screaming had stopped, and you feared all were dead, including the girls. But here they are, in front of you, alive, and nothing will stop you from making sure they’re finally free.

“Go, go, go, go! Get out of here!”

You shelter them and then throw yourself at the blood stained man. Crashing your body weight against him as a distraction away from your sisters. Swinging at him with your pitiful strength, giving it your all to offer them a getaway but they see what you don’t, a huge curse blocking the entire tunnel.

“Sister! One of the monsters is here!”

“Just go! I’ll handle it!”

Geto laughs, throwing you into the now vacant cell and locking the door. You shriek in fear and anger, “No! You can’t do this! They’re just children!”

“Children who will be much safer with me than they ever were with you.”

Geto looks down his nose at you. You’re a wreck. Weak and small, sweaty and blind, just like the rest of the monkeys. You can’t see a single curse in this place. He almost pities you. Almost to the point of sparing your life, seeing how you care for these girls, but the fact that you ever allowed them to be locked in a cell to begin with proves you’re still one of them. Another dirty reason this world runs rampant with cursed spirits.

Your eyes sparkle with tears as you look towards your sisters. You spiral, worried you’ll never see them again. Will he kill them? Will he kill you? Will they ever know what it means to be free? You sob, feeling the despair crash over you.

Then the two little girls begin to scream. They pound on the man’s legs and hips, trying to get him to stop the thing that’s coming for you. That big, giant, third-grade curse that’s been waiting to snack on you this entire time.

“Leave our sister alone!” they scream and when he doesn’t stop they run back to the cell door to stand between you and the invisible monster about to strike.

Having no interest in killing curse-seers, Geto stops the creature and reconsumes it. “Why do you protect this monkey? She locked you in a cage?”

“No she didn’t! She only tried to free us!” one of the girls shouts over her shoulder, her arms embracing you in a hug through the bars of your new prison.

Geto steps closer, noticing the edge of a scar from under your sleeve. He reaches through the bars and yanks at your shirt. All three girls scream, holding each other tightly, but when they see you’re unharmed, they merely whimper and watch.

“How did you get these?” he lightly touches a series of cigar burns on your arm.

“Our father.” You whisper, eyes cast down in shame.

“How did you earn them?”

Your gaze turns up to your sisters and you hug them closer, closing whatever distance the bars put between you.

“I understand.”

Geto, making his decision, stands up and unlocks the cell door. The three of you loosen your embrace, still comprehending what’s happening. “Come.” he says, though your mind is still buffering, “We have a far journey.”

“You’re- you’re asking us to follow you?”

“Yes.” he replies curtly, “My name is Suguru Geto. You three will refer to me as Master Geto.”

“Yes sir.” you say with your head bowed, encouraging your sisters to do the same. The three of you shuffle down the hall together and find yourselves following the strange man who murdered your entire family to... who knows where.

It had been a few weeks since your clan’s massacre and already you found yourself at home with Master Geto. He is disciplined but not strict with your sisters. The same can’t entirely be said for you, but he’s slowly softening up. He sees how you care for the girls, and he approves of your cooking.

At times, you catch him staring at you. Not necessarily in a hateful way, but you're not exactly sure what way it is. You wonder what he sees in your sisters that he doesn’t see in you. He calls them by their names however, he still refers to you as a monkey at times. Could it be something to do with their unique ability?

“You see them too, don’t you?”

The words blurt out of your mouth one evening while you’re tidying up after supper. Your sisters are outside, playing, while you take care of the dishes. Geto, who stands nearby, stiffens, his eyes narrowing.

“The things they see, the reason everyone was afraid of them. They’re real, aren’t they?”

“They are. You’re just too primitive to see the world for what it is.”

“True. But I want to. I want to know what they see. Can you teach it to me?”

“No.”

Your head drops and you zero in on the dishes again. “Do you hate me because I can’t see them?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You sure? It feels like you do. Maybe not in the same way my parents hated me, but similar enough.”

“Why exactly did your parents hate you?”

“They didn’t like being told they were wrong… and they especially hated that I wasn’t some subservient daughter who refused to forget about her sisters. They thought they could force me to forget, but I wouldn’t.”

Geto stills before coming over to you. “I want to see.” He refers to the marks he saw the day he found you.

You set the dish in your hands back into the soapy water that fills the sink. “What?”

“Show me you’re not lying.” You stand before him, jaw slack, unsure whether to show him or not. “Prove to me that you mean what you say.” Your eyes lock on his, afraid to reveal the horrible truth. But he has this look like he needs to be proven wrong. He needs to be wrong about you. You're not sure why, but after a moment of reading his expression, you agree.

“Could we take this to one of the bedrooms, please? I don’t want the girls seeing.” Geto nods yes and you remove your gloves before following him to the back of the house. Once through the door of your bedroom, Geto moves to close it behind you. He leans against the wood, blocking your exit till he sees what he asked for.

Slowly, you lift off your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head before carefully folding it and placing it on your bed. He stands up straighter as his answer comes into view; however, you’re not done. You bow your head as you remove your pants, too, folding them like your shirt before placing them on top.

You try to stand up tall, barren in your underwear, but the confidence doesn’t quite reach your eyes, especially not when placed under the severe gaze of Master Geto. He moves closer, his fingers reaching out and touching the road map of scars littering your arms and back. Lines from being beaten with a switch and circles from cigarette burns. You twitch as his fingertips trace the marks. Then his eyes move south, the backs of your thighs have switch marks as well.

When his gaze moves back to meet yours, there are tears welling in your eyes.

“You never gave up, did you?”

“No” the word came out small, no more than a whisper. “I told you, I love them.”

“I’m glad I murdered them all.”

The tears start to freely fall from your cheeks and you turn to redress but Geto stops you, pulling you into a hug that envelops your entire body. Your shoulders begin to shake and he holds you tighter, realizing you quite possibly are the only monkey worth saving.

He keeps you trapped in his arms a bit longer, allowing your emotions to level before letting you go. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Of course, Master Geto.”

“Suguru.”

“Hmm?”

“Call me Suguru.”

“Thank you Suguru.” You turn to dress, quickly slipping back into the garments so you can return to the kitchen when his hand catches your face. Air is sucked between your teeth as his fingers make their way to your jaw where he lifts your chin so your eyes gaze into his.

“I will find a way to teach you. You share blood with curse-seers, meaning there may be a way to help you. I refuse to let you be just another monkey.”

You find yourself blinking back tears. The look in his eyes has changed. There’s no more revulsion, disdain, or distrust when he stares at you; something more akin to caring has replaced it. “I’d like that very much.”

The two of you hold eye contact, solidifying the authenticity of the moment, before he lets go and allows you to dress before resuming your usual chores.

Reason 2 coming next week

Masterlist

#geto suguru #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #jjk smut #headcanon #villains to lovers #geto fanfic #suguru fanfic #slow burn #mini series

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