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gossamii · 21 days ago

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it hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

ship: satosugu

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto

tags: inspired by a laufey song, song: promise (laufey), canon compliant, post-star plasma vessel | hidden inventory arc, geto suguru-centric, sad ending, internal conflict, romance, angst, swearing

tw: suicidal thoughts, blood and injury, depression

word count: 5105

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247469

inspired by this edit: https://www.tiktok.com/@wo.ormy/video/7299929589093272878?_r=1&_t=ZT-8t59QgRAFml

ᯓ ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Suguru Geto is going to run away from Jujutsu Tech.

No, not just Jujutsu Tech, but jujutsu society as a whole. He can't take it anymore, plastering on a fake smile that's been worn so thin even Shoko felt it fitting to ask if he was okay instead of making a joke about how dead he looks. He can't handle the loathing he feels in his gut toward non-sorcerers, toward the people who cause problems for them and don't even know it.

Suguru wants to make a difference, and he can't do it here.

There's just one thing holding him back from leaving it all behind without a thought. Or rather, who.

Satoru Gojo. The man, the myth, the legend. Suguru's one and only. His best friend, the only one he ever had.

The two of them used to be closer. They don't see each other much, nowadays, and Suguru can't help but wonder if the cognitive dissonance in his mind would have settled on a different conclusion had Satoru been there. But both of them were busy with different things, and before Suguru knew it, he found himself wanting to eradicate all non-sorcerers and make a better world for those who deserve to rest.

Suguru can't just leave without sparing Satoru so much as a glance, because Satoru's the reason he hadn't killed himself years ago from the copious amounts of nauseating curses he's had to consume for the 'greater good'. And oh, will Suguru show them the greater good once he's out of here. But he has to offer Satoru something of a goodbye, at least; he deserves that much.

He knows he can't just spill his guts before Satoru and trust him to be fine with it. Satoru will pitch a fit, going on and on about everything Suguru taught him back when he knew less about the world, when he was nothing more than a dumb kid with some noble notions of purpose. His purpose now is anything but noble, he'll admit, but it's true and righteous in his heart. That's why he can't risk Satoru stopping him from pursuing the only thing that might fill this ache possessing his entire soul.

Again, that doesn't mean Satoru will get nothing in the way of a goodbye—he just won't know that's what it is. Suguru feels a little bad about it, knowing Satoru might think that Suguru's finally getting better when he reaches out to him, oblivious to the fact that it is simply the calm before the storm.

In a way, it's like how depressed people get happy before committing suicide. They try their best to give all their loved ones closure and good memories before committing an irreversible act. The only difference between that and what Suguru is about to do is that he will be committing homicide instead.

Homicide. Suguru repeats the word in his head like a broken record, whispering it to himself in the dark haven of his room, muttering it under his breath in different tones. It doesn't feel like homicide, what he wants to do. He doesn't have a particular target, really, just an overarching goal: rid the world of useless non-sorcerers so sorcerers, the superior people, don't have to kill themselves for an endless job.

Idly, he recalls a blurred memory of Toji Zen'in referring to himself as a monkey. Suguru can't help but think it's the most apt nomer for their kind that exists.

He manages to ignore the roiling in his stomach from both curses and nerves as he reaches for his phone and pulls up Satoru's contact. There are a few unopened messages; despite their distance, Satoru never stopped spamming him with pictures, random texts, and dumb memes. On the days where Suguru could bear to open them, he only could manage to react to a few of them before feeling a pit of longing and emptiness in his gut.

The latest picture is a selfie next to a tied-up man Suguru assumes is the curse-user Satoru was sent to apprehend. Behind his circular shades, one of his eyes is squished shut in a wink, and his tongue is playfully stuck out. Suguru likes the message, scrolling up to read a few more texts complaining about the elders before going down to the bottom to begin typing out his message.

» Do you know if you'll be free anytime soon?

That's the message he lands on after what must be an hour of typing, deleting, and retyping again with slightly different phrasing. He knows he can't assume that Satoru will have free time—if he did, he knows he would be bothering Suguru much more than he does. And he doesn't want to be too blatant with his intentions, but he knows Satoru knows him well enough to understand what he's trying to ask.

» !!!

» SUGURU!!!

» why???

» do u wanna hang out???

» omg r u actually gonna leave ur room for once???

» Something like that.

» !!!

» when do u wanna hang?? i can get whenever off i just have to say no to whatever missions they assignment me >:)

» Satoru...

» kidding!!

» not rly but

» anyway

» does friday work?

» Friday's fine.

» If you're busy, we can always reschedule.

» I'm always busy, but they don't need me THAT bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

» AAAAAAA WE HAVEN'T HUNG OUT IN MONTHS

» It's getting late, I'm going to head to bed.

» AWWW SUGURU UR SO MEANNN

» fineee gn 凸( •̀_•́ )凸

They haven't hung out in months, indeed. And they likely never will again.

Suguru desperately prays something happens during their hangout that will change his mind about this whole thing. It's a flimsy concept of a plan, more idealistic than anything, but he knows he can't stay a jujutsu sorcerer—not with his current beliefs.

It's wishful thinking to hope Satoru can change months of unraveling and reweaving his moral code in a single day, but Suguru thinks he deserves to spend one last day yearnfully dreaming that things might go his way before he sets all hell loose.

✧˖*°࿐

Suguru awakes to a pounding on his door. Vicious, relentless, headache-inducing.

Familiar.

"Suguru!" he hears Satoru's cheery timbre float through the door to his ears, much more chipper than most people would be at—a glance at his clock tells him it's seven o'clock in the morning on the dot. "Suguru, wake up!"

"Good morning, Satoru," he greets as he opens the door, eyes rising to meet his. He registers a moment of hesitation in Satoru's brilliant blues, but perhaps it's a trick of the light, because when he blinks it's gone and replaced with the dazzling smile he missed so much.

"Suguru!" Satoru lunges forward to hug him, and as Suguru embraces him in return, he congratulates himself for managing to work up the motivation to properly groom himself last night. He even did his old hair routine, with all the expensive oils and and conditioners and products Satoru bought him to keep it healthy. He figured, if he knows Satoru, they would end up closely entangled like this sooner or later. He'd rather not give off the air of grimy depression he knows he typically holds.

Despite his efforts, though, Satoru still comments, "You're so skinny. You been dieting?" His hands slide to his biceps, squeezing the muscles that have all but withered away. Suguru was faintly aware of how the hug didn't feel quite right, how there's simply less of him for Satoru to embrace. He wonders what Satoru thinks about that.

"Where do you want to go?" he asks instead, steering the conversation away from himself. He doesn't want to fall down that rabbit hole, doesn't want to accidentally reveal something he shouldn't to Satoru. "I still need to brush my teeth, so come up with something in the meantime."

"You invited me out and didn't have a place to go in mind? Boring." Satoru's voice has that lazily playful drawl it always has as he follows Suguru to the bathroom. "I heard Takeshita street's been filling up with some good dessert places lately, though, so we could check it out."

"You're going to give yourself diabetes," Suguru sighs as he stuffs his toothbrush into his mouth, glancing at Satoru from the corner of his eye. "Are you planning on wearing that out?"

Satoru is merely dressed in a t-shirt and blue plaid pants, and Suguru doesn't doubt that's exactly what he wore to bed. Satoru simply shrugs. "Why not?"

"You look like you don't care for yourself." He tilts his toothbrush in his mouth, closing his eyes as the bristles stingingly abrade beneath his gums. "Uncouth."

"Yeah, well, maybe I am uncouth," he retorts, and there's a brief pause before he turns to Suguru with a Cheshire-like grin. "You should be uncouth with me!"

"Mm?"

"We can both wear pajamas!" He grabs Suguru's arm and shakes it aggressively. The action is so familiar, and it feels so normal, that Suguru can't help but feels some of his apprehensions melt away ever so slightly. "Please, Suguru? It'll be fuuun!"

"What's fun about wearing pajamas outside?"

"Breaking societal expectations or something!"

"You do enough of that on your own." He spits out the toothpaste and rinses out his mouth and goes to wash his face. "Don't drag me into your idiocy."

"You're so boring, Suguru…" His eyes are closed when he hears a thud, and he dries off his face before opening his eyes and finding Satoru sprawled out on the floor. "Guess I'll just die."

"You'll die if I don't wear pajamas with you?" Suguru can't help but huff out a laugh as Satoru nods rapidly before whacking his head against the tile. "How dramatic."

He reaches for his hairbrush next, but it's almost like Satoru teleported with how fast he is back on his feet and in Suguru's personal space. He snatches the brush from his hands, spinning Suguru around before he can so much as react, and takes a section of tangled hair in his hands.

"I missed brushing your hair," Satoru whispers, tone uncharacteristically tender. Suguru feels a blush exploding on his cheeks, biting his tongue lightly as Satoru gently drags the brush through his hair.

"Is that so?" is all he can think to whisper in response.

Suguru feels more than sees Satoru nod, brush dragging in a soothingly repetitive motion. He can hardly feel it stutter when it encounters a clump of tangles, instead smoothly breaking through them before moving onto the next section. "So soft," Satoru muses, reminding Suguru that the other is only able to brush his hair so skillfully because there was a time he loved it enough to learn how. "Pretty."

To this, Suguru can't think of any response, so he simply hums in acknowledgment and closes his eyes as he savors the sensation of Satoru's fingers and the brush running through his hair to detangle it. Devastatingly, Suguru realizes this might be the last time Satoru brushes his hair. He chases the thought away before it can devolve into something worse.

"All done," Satoru murmurs into his ear, resting his chin on his shoulder and smiling at him through the mirror. Suguru stares at himself as well, looking better than he has in months, and hates how much fucking easier it is to care for himself when it's for Satoru. "Want me to put it up?"

"Do whatever you want," Suguru tells him, smiling faintly at the way Satoru's eyes positively glisten before he positions himself behind Suguru and begins playing with his hair once again. Suguru's tired enough that he might fall asleep standing up from the comforting sensations tickling his scalp. Satoru could do Suguru's hair in the most ridiculous style and Suguru wouldn't care because he feels so warm and fuzzy.

All good things must come to an end, though, and Suguru can't help but let out a mournful sigh when Satoru tosses the braid over his shoulder, retracts his hands, and declares, "Done!"

Suguru's hand rises, feeling over the curves and loops of his neatly braided hair—it's done so it naturally rests over his left shoulder. Satoru's usually on his left, so he probably intentionally braided that way just so he has easier access to play with it. Judging by the grin plastered on his lips and the way his eyes keep darting between his face and his hair, that's exactly what's going on. Suguru's happy to know he can still read Satoru just as well as he could a year ago.

"Thank you, Satoru," he says with a warm smile, and Satoru's eyes widen for a moment before his expression melts into a matching wide beam as well.

"Welcome, Suguru! To Takeshita street?"

"Sure, Satoru."

It's only when the two of them are over halfway there that Suguru realizes Satoru successfully managed to get him out of his room in his pajamas as well.

✧˖*°࿐

"They really have opened a lot of dessert places on this street," Suguru can't help but remark as the two of them sit on a bench eating their respective desserts. Satoru got a large container of melon-flavored kakigori drenched in condensed milk and buried in mochi that will most certainly have him complaining of a brain-freeze later. Suguru simply got a small red-bean filled taiyaki, taking occasional bites of Satoru's dessert when he offers it (i.e. forces it down his throat) to him.

"Right?" Satoru agrees, shoving a large spoonful into his mouth and humming happily. "It's like Heaven."

"Is the only required constituent for your version of Heaven the existence of sweets?" Suguru chuckles, taking as tiny of a bite as he can without looking finical. As much as he wants to enjoy this final day of reprieve, there's little he can do to quell his turbulent stomach. "You must be a simple man."

"Nuh-uh!" Satoru shakes his head quickly before bringing a spoonful up to Suguru's lips. He accepts, parting his lips and allowing the cool dessert to settle on his tongue. It quickly melts, saccharine sweetness momentarily taking over any other taste. "There's one more thing."

The last sentence comes out hushed, as though Satoru is uttering some mortal secret, and after a few moments of Satoru looking at him with an expression crossed between impish and expectant, Suguru leans in. "What is it?"

Satoru leans in as well, lips cool from the kakigori brushing against the shell of Suguru's ear as he whispers, "Suguru."

Then he leans back and goes back to happily humming and kicking his feet as he continues to eat his kakigori, leaving Suguru a blushing mess.

He parts his lips to say something but quickly shuts them because, well, what is he meant to say in response to that? Make a jab at how forward Satoru is with his flirtations? Try to reciprocate?

Instead, he takes a large bite of his taiyaki, larger than all of his previous nibbles combined. His jaw slowly works at the waffle-like dough and red bean, buying him more time to think of what he could possibly say. Or stew in the memory of Satoru's cold lips against his ear. Both work.

Satoru's eyes flicker to him behind his shades, scrunched from his wide teasing smile, and Suguru feels himself flush a deeper shade of crimson. He doesn't break the gaze, though, and the two of them merely stare at each other as they eat their desserts.

It's a bit of a strange scene from an outsider's perspective, watching two well over six feet tall men in pajamas stare at each other while emphatically chewing, but neither of them are thinking about anything but the other's eyes.

Despite Satoru having significantly more food than Suguru, they both finish their desserts at the same time. Suguru's eyes flit down to Satoru's upper lip, noticing a tiny smear of the kakigori. Without much thought, he swipes it away with his thumb, and when Satoru's large eyes stare up at him, an idea so obvious it must be written by a shojo author falls into his lap.

Suguru brings his thumb to his lips and licks the stray melted flavored ice before drying his thumb on a paper napkin, suggestive gaze never leaving Satoru. It's a reward how quickly Satoru's cheeks light up pink in time with the flavor of melon exploding on Suguru's tastebuds one last time.

When he returns from throwing away their trash, he wears a superior smirk over Satoru's pout. The flirting has turned into a game, and between the two of them, neither have been known to back down from a challenge, no matter how far it goes.

Which leaves room for a lot to happen.

"What's wrong, Satoru?" Suguru can't refrain from snickering as the two begin walking away from Takeshita street to nowhere in particular. "You're being awfully quiet."

Satoru lets out some sort of indignant noise, not so much as sparing Suguru a glance but reaching over to capture his braid in his hands—Suguru didn't have any doubt about his braid theory, but it's always gratifying to be proven right. His hands gently caress his silken hair, the very fingers that wove its plaits dancing over them, and one finger dips down to twirl the bottom section of hair beneath the hair tie around it before returning to play with the rest of his hair.

"Suguru," murmurs Satoru. His voice has something of a distant quality to it, like he isn't quite on this plain of existence. Suguru can't quite tell if it's a question, or if he's just saying his name.

So he responds with, "Satoru," saying nothing more and leaving Satoru to fill the void of silence if he so chooses.

He doesn't, and the two of them walk in silence that is perfectly balanced on a tightrope between comfortable and uncomfortable. Familiar yet tense, the two walk together, and their walk leads them to a park they used to hang around at. It's packed with people, considering it's Friday just before noon, and Suguru bitterly finds himself narrowing his eyes at the lack of cursed energy he senses from most of them.

The two of them lower themselves to sit at the base of a tree, shoulders brushing against each other as they take in the sight of all the people. Families having picnics on blankets, parents sitting at the tables and benches to watch their kids, most of them somewhere on the jungle gym but a girl with matching chesnut hair and eyes and a boy who is smiling at her so sappily it makes him think that must be how he looks at Satoru are playing in the sandbox.

"Suguru," he hears Satoru utter yet again, and this time he fully turns his head to face him.

"What is it, Satoru?"

"Why did you want to go out to today?"

The question catches him by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't because it's a completely rational question. "I don't know," he replies, looking into Satoru's vibrant aquamarines and hoping his six eyes fail to see his lie. "It's been a while since we've gone out, hasn't it?"

"But why now?" Satoru urges. "Why today? Why not months ago? Why all of a—” He cuts himself off, looking to the side and bringing his knees to his chest. "Why all of a sudden, Suguru?"

Suguru swallows hard. Satoru knows something is wrong. Satoru knows, because of course Satoru would know, because he's fucking Satoru.

Unfortunately for Satoru, Suguru knows him just as well, which means he knows just how to focus his lie to exploit his emotions to rid any of his suspicions.

"Both of us were busy, and for a bit, I thought it was maybe for the best." His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "But I missed you, Satoru."

As they say, the best lies are sprinkled with truth.

"Suguru…”

The cherry on top is Suguru's hand going to Satoru's cheek, cupping it gently and feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused hand. Initiating the contact he is so used to receiving. Bringing his lips to Satoru's ear, pressing against it ever so lightly, and whispering, "I couldn't stand not seeing you any longer."

Suguru is an asshole. A manipulative, conniving asshole. He has never claimed to not be one.

It's just that the honeyed words that spill from his lips are so honest that it makes him want to kill himself for allowing Satoru's eyes to gleam with false hope.

And because he's being moved by emotions right now, guile so convincing he's moved himself, he whispers three words. Not the three words one would think, no—those are too embarrassing to admit out loud, no matter how emotional he may be. But the words he murmurs may be just as heart-wrenching.

"I need you."

Satoru's eyes sparkle brighter than the most refined sapphires, and Suguru knows he's going to hell when he receives Satoru's kiss. Not just receives, but utterly melts into it, soft lips moving against each other and hands holding each other steady.

"You have me," Satoru says firmly, those blues so certain it feels like a knife to Suguru's heart. "You have me, Suguru."

"Satoru," he speaks against his lips, going back in for another kiss but both of them freezing when they hear a child screaming. It makes them painfully aware that they're in the middle of a park during its busy hours, and they exchange a look before bursting into laughter. "We should get out of here, huh?"

"Yeah," Satoru cackles, taking Suguru's offered hand and looping arms with him once they're both standing. "Where to, Suguru?"

"Away," he says simply, moving back onto path and guiding Satoru away from the park. Where to, neither of them know once again, but today they have the certainty that wherever they go, they will be together.

✧˖*°࿐

They end up on some cliff a ways away from Jujutsu Tech when the sun begins to set. The day was well spent: grabbing lunch together, exorcising a few pesky low-grade curses, going to a clothing store and trying on some ridiculous outfits just for laughs, stealing a few kisses here and there, and finally making their way up to this cliff. They're in prime positioning for stargazing once the sun sets, cuddled up with each other and a pack of daifuku Satoru insisted on getting.

"Thank you for indulging me today, Satoru," Suguru says, hand idly feathering along his waist beneath his thin t-shirt.

A soft laugh escapes Satoru. "Like I didn't need it. I finally had a good excuse to take a break from working my ass off."

"Your good excuse is me?" Suguru deadpans.

"Exactly!"

"I fail to see the logic."

"You don't have to because it worked!" Satoru nuzzles against his neck, long lashes fluttering against Suguru's skin. "I didn't say it earlier, Suguru, but I missed you, too."

It's Suguru's turn to laugh. "I figured as much."

There's something about staring up at the ever-darkening sky with his one and only curled up at his side that fills him with bittersweet melancholy, and his breath catches as he whispers, "Satoru?"

"Yeah?"

"You deserve the world."

Satoru blinks somewhat owlishly before smiling up at him, radiant in the way the sun is after a cruel, harsh winter. "I don't need the world as long as I have Suguru."

Suguru's lips press into a tight smile, and he brings his hand down to find Satoru's and interlace their hands. They fit together perfectly—lock and key, pieces of a puzzle, whatever overused sappy analogy fits. Suguru and Satoru. Satoru and Suguru.

Maybe Suguru should stay. Just for moments like these with Satoru.

It stings because if this was what it all was, Suguru could envision himself resisting the urge to defect from jujutsu society. If he knew at the end of every tumultuous day, Satoru was waiting for him with open arms, he might be tempted to stay.

But he isn't, and that's because of the state of current jujutsu society. That's Suguru's purpose, the very thing he wants to fix.

In the future, there might be two kids who unequivocally love each other the way he and Satoru do. They deserve to be able to revel in that love instead of fighting for their lives. God knows Suguru would love to pass this job on to someone else and enjoy a peaceful life with Satoru if he could.

As things stand, though, he can't. If he stays, nothing gets better. They perpetuate the cycle of meaningless early death, of no rest for the strong, of sorcerers sacrificing themselves for monkeys that elicit their demise.

If he stays, he and Satoru still don't get a happy, domestic future because society is still shit and if no one else is going to do anything about it, Suguru will.

"Satoru," he breathes more than says, face buried in his hair as tears brim his eyes. "Satoru. Satoru."

"Suguru?" Satoru attempts to look up, but Suguru holds him fast.

"I want to stay like this forever." If he raises his voice even slightly, he fears it may crack. "I don't want tomorrow to come."

"Suguru…" Satoru worms his way out of Suguru's tight hold, repositioning so now it is Satoru cradling Suguru instead of the other way around. When he takes his face in his hands oh so gently, a single tear slides down his cheek, and when Satoru wipes it away with a bitter smile, more follow in its wake. "I know, Suguru. I know."

Suguru doesn't cry much. He doesn't judge others for crying, but it's just not something that has ever helped him alleviate any difficult emotions. It just makes his head hurt, his vision watery, his sinuses clogged.

But Suguru would sob for an eternity if it meant Satoru would be here to console him.

"Shh." Satoru's hands undo the braid to soothingly and uninhibitedly play with his hair, and Suguru releases his instinct to repress his sobs because fuck, this is going to be the last time they get to have this beautiful thing they have and Suguru knows he's never going to find anything better because who could be better than Satoru? "It's okay, Suguru. It'll be a while until we can do this again, but it's not like this is going to be the last time we see each other, right?"

Poor Satoru.

Poor, poor Satoru, because he doesn't know that this is the last time. If they see each other again after this, they'll be enemies because Satoru has a heart of gold and is too good to do something like join Suguru in his endeavors, and Suguru can't stay. In another life, Suguru believes they don't have to have a last time and they just get to be happy together, but in this one, that's simply not a possibility.

"I think you're my soulmate," Suguru croaks out as he stares at Satoru, not even bothering to hide his disinterest in the stars above.

"I know you're mine," Satoru returns with a beaming smile. Suguru chokes on his tears again at the lack of hesitation with which Satoru says it, at the overwhelming trust he has that he'll definitely never see again in this lifetime.

A week later, Suguru Geto officially defects from jujutsu society, unnecessarily killing all one-hundred-twelve villagers to save two little girls and being branded as a curse-user with an order to be killed on sight.

A bit after that, poor Satoru confronts Suguru one final time. Neither of them cry, but it's a damn close thing. Satoru, because he just doesn't understand. Suguru, because he knows he's irreparably damaged their bond. Satoru's hysterical, and Suguru forces himself to be stoic lest his resolve be swayed by the one person who has the power to do so. They part ways, and no one needs to know it, but a single tear escapes Suguru's eye as he walks away. This time, there is no Satoru to wipe it for him.

Ten years later, despite Suguru's countless crimes that he feels no remorse over, Satoru kneels and whispers the words Suguru was too embarrassed to say but so desperately wanted to when they were students together. Suguru blushes, a feat considering his profuse bleeding, and laughs heartily. He thought Satoru's resentment would've eclipsed his feelings for him by now, but clearly, he underestimated Satoru's love for him.

They must be soulmates, to love each other so twistedly.

Suguru accepts his defeat graciously, goading Satoru and trying to get him to kill him faster if not to make the burden a little lighter. He pokes fun at how his lip trembles, the glassiness of his eyes, the shake in his voice.

"If you don't kill me, I might bleed out," Suguru chuckles deliriously.

Satoru falls to his knees, eyes screwed up with poorly concealed emotion as he presses his hand flat over his heart. "Suguru." He stares at him with so much intensity that Suguru can't do anything but pay rapt attention, even as his vision phases in and out. "I love you, got that?"

"You already said that." He grins tiredly at Satoru. "Or did you forget?"

"I need to make sure you know."

"I know, don't worry." His strained smirk softens, and it takes an effort, but he manages to focus his gaze on Satoru, staring into those beautiful azures he fell for long ago. "I love you, too."

Something in Satoru seems to lighten, expression lifting ever so slightly. "We'll find each other in our next lives, yeah?"

"Yeah," Suguru agrees, eyelids fluttering over his eyes as he grows weaker from the blood loss. "That was always the plan."

Satoru is strong, not allowing a single tear to fall as he takes the life of his best friend, his lover, his one and only. It's quick and painless, he made sure, and despite being the one to finish him off, he still checks for a pulse. He wants to throw up when he feels nothing, but he needs to stay strong for Yuuta and everyone else who has fought so hard.

Suguru and Satoru's souls have always been connected. Not just linked, but deeply intertwined with each other. No matter the universe, no matter how their story ends, these two will find each other and love each other until the end.

Satoru won't tell anyone this, but he yearns for the day he dies so he can finally be with Suguru again. And maybe—no, without a doubt—Suguru is waiting for him, too.

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franeridart · 4 years ago

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Anon said: Ahh I really love your art, especially the way you present your story telling in the comics!! I smile every time I see them on my timeline haha thanks for making my (and likely many others) day! Wishing you all the best!!

Thank you so much!!!!! Especially glad to hear you think my comics’ storytelling works ;O; it means a lot!

Anon said: your satosugu arts give me life omg it's so beautiful and i love how smitten gojou is in all of them😭❤️ thank you for giving us pleasant escape from the disaster that is canon

AH GOSH thank you!!! Gojo lives all his feelings to the fullest doesn’t he! He’s a lot of fun to think about as happy and in love, he gives of the feeling of a warm hug to me ;; back in high school Geto was more reserved with his feelings, but I think he’d show it in his own very soft ways.....ahhhhh man, I love them ;;

Anon said: Your Satosugu is giving me life and also the fluff i need because HOLY SHIT THOSE CHAPTERS ;-;

I KNOW gege really looked at the old gen and went “enough with these dudes” huh lmao but I’m excited to see how everything is gonna turn out from now on! Esp since having been abandoned by the elders the protags are gonna have at the same time more options and less wiggle room.......... interesting!! Can’t wait!

Anon said: hey hey hey i just found your acc and i'm so invested in it already GDJSKALA I LOVE YOUR ART as a beginner like can't draw a circle beginner i truly admire your work also do you have any tips on what i should do to improve my art? because i'm on the brink of giving up istg cause my progress is just none there's no progress idk what to do like pls help me HAHAHHAHA idk what to watch how to practice what to do nothing absolutely nothing but i'm trying my best to hang on cause whenever i keep seeing artists like you it just makes me hang on and be like just keep going but even though i say that i'm going nowhere still so pls help... - 🍄

Ah man, I’m glad I can make you feel like keeping trying!! I answered an ask like this a while back here and I can’t say I have anything new to say on the matter? I hope it’ll help you! In the end the biggest suggestion I can give you is to try to figure out what it is that you want to draw and just draw it! Even if you don’t know how to, just draw it the way you can! As long as the act of drawing itself makes you happy more than the final result you’ll keep up with it and the improvement will come for sure!

Anon said: your art always brightens my day. thank you for sharing it!

Thank you for liking it!!! ;;O;;

Anon said: Idk anything about jujutsu kaisen (I hope I write it well), but seeing your fanarts tempts me to start watching it 😍😍😍

I hope you’ll like it if you do try it!!!!! It’s not a story for everyone, but it is a great story for its own genre! And the studio animating it is doing a wonderful job of making it a work of art too TT0TT

Anon said: Hi! Don’t mean to bother but I wanted to let you know that the user yslkeii on tik tok has reposted some of your art. It’s the “some of my favorite dilfs” video, I think the thumbnail is a photo of Levi Ackerman. She knows that none of the artists in the vid allow reposts but won’t take it down so I figured I’d let them know

Thanks for letting me know! Sadly, I have literally no clue how to act on this for tik tok orz if they could at least credit................ I’m not even too opposted to having my stuff used in videos if there’s credit...................................sigh

Anon said: Hello, I was wondering if I could use some of your old mha art as a reference? I won’t post it anywhere, or trace your work I promise!

Sure you can!! If you don’t mean to post it you don’t even need to ask for permission! Just, you know, my stuff is full of mistakes everywhere so don’t take it too much as a good source for proper anatomy reference and stuff like that!

Anon said: a thought i've been sitting on, having not seen it, that is sending me. gojo/geto color pallet swap

You know, I did see that a while back! White-haired Geto and black-haired Gojo, it was stunning! Didn’t look much like themselves though, Gojo especially hahaha the white hair is really distinctive of him, isn’t it? With it black he kinda looks like first-year!Yuuta with sunglasses hahaha

Anon said: Hey! How you doing? So, i wanted to ask you if I could use one of your Kamijirou's fanarts in my Twitter edit, with credits of course! I hope you get mad with this shitty ask, i totally understand if you don't let me use, is your right ♡

I’d prefer it if you didn’t, sorry!!

Anon said: huhghhuhfjfjd i was scrolling thru your art and i hit a todokiribaku thing you made for a friend an d honestly that's all ive ever needed in life. your friend's taste is impeccable *sobs*

She does doesn’t she!! That’s still one golden ot3, I doubt that’s gonna change any time soon

Anon said: sfdghffgdgd gojo has the right idea. they should just make out

They should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish they had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: i've been looking at your art for months and i //just// realized you've started drawing noses from different angles *facepalm*

I’m trying my best!! It’s one of the things that limited my style the most AND one of the most difficult things for me to tackle, so I’m giving it a shot but still, you know, expect them to stay inconsistent for a while haha

Anon said: so five ish years ago i followed you for haikyuu, then got into bnha through your art and now im very tempted to watch jujutsu kaisen because of you as well

ANON!!!!!! I’m so glad and happy you kept me company this long and through this many fandoms!!!! TTATT if you do try jjk I hope you’ll like it! And if you don’t and decide to leave that’s okay too, I’m just really grateful you stuck around this long already!!! ;;A;; <3<3

#fran answers #long post #have you guys listened to the new hayley williams album btw #i've been listening to it on repeat #getting my stsg feelings all over the place hahaha #sorry miss williams #break-up/i still love you though songs are a one track train for me lately #ah also #jjk spoilers #since we talk about stsg and all #:D

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