#i don't really plan to write the period immediately after ltlyc

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Hi! I mentioned (or maybe thought I mentioned 😳) that I had some snippets written for ltlyc that I'd be posting here! Here's one of them. It's pretty rough but I didn't want it to waste away in the twenty page cutting floor Google doc so here you go. Hope you enjoy!

This is set just minutes after the end of ltlyc so if you haven't finished yet watch out for spoilers!

The screams of humans and curses alike cut off abruptly as Hollow Purple rips through the station, sound waves shredded in the air in the wake of the utter annihilation Gojo unleashes upon the Patchface curse. Mt. Fuji-Head meets the same fate before he can fully realize what’s happened, before he can even begin to comprehend the weight of Gojo’s unleashed wrath.

Gojo senses movement behind him. He whips around with raised fingers to finally face what he hadn’t allowed himself to think about, hadn’t let himself see while Yuuji was being taken from him, crying for him, confessing his love to him.

He’s looking now, the full force of his Six Eyes turned upon cursed energy Gojo knows better than his own, a body Gojo knows every piece and part of.

It’s Suguru’s energy. Suguru’s body. Gojo’s Six Eyes are never wrong and they cannot lie to him.

His soul screams otherwise.

This is not Geto Suguru.

That is not Suguru’s smile, these are not Suguru’s actions. Those are not Suguru’s hands, plucking what Gojo now recognizes as the Prison Realm out of its pool of ichor and carelessly wiping it with a hanging sleeve.

The being wearing Suguru’s face tsks at him, mocks him, in Suguru’s voice, Prison Realm held up in front of itself like a shield as it backs into the service tunnel behind it. Gojo cannot attack it, cannot unleash his own power without risking destroying the cube and Yuuji, more precious than all of the world, contained within.

Gojo drops to his knees, blood splashing up around him, once the body of his best friend is gone, such agony in his chest that he claws at it, wants to break past the shell of his ribs to dig his fingers into the soft, red tissue beneath and tear the hurt out with his bare hands. He’s desperate; he wants to offer his heart up, raw and weeping, to any deity that will bring Yuuji back to him.

His phone dings, a soft chime, jarringly gentle in the screaming silence of Yuuji’s absence. The veil closing off the station must have fallen, restoring its service. Hours late, his screen lights up with a message:

‘scary movie 2nite? got u a surprise! c u soon’

Yuuji’s face beams out at him beneath the words, eyes shining in the way meant only for Gojo.

The sight of that smile tears through him, violent, and in its wake leaves clarity, sharp and cruel as a blade thrust.

There is no higher power in heaven or earth than Gojo Satoru himself.

He will be the one to pass down judgment, on every single curse and every single human that has conspired to take Yuuji from him.

Any kindness or mercy that may have existed in him is now locked away, caged alongside his heart in the Prison Realm.

This time, Gojo will be the one to reach out, hands and teeth bared, and take Yuuji back. No matter the cost. There is no god strong enough to save any who stand in his way.