#is this song in my satosugu playlist? MAYBE

[madaqueue]

playlists

such a pretty house | "no surprises" x radiohead

synopsis: walking through the empty halls of what should have been your home, you reminisce on the life you could have had with gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x reader

themes/content: semi-canon curse au. angst. language. mentions of death/loss.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thought of this mini series idea since i found this song and literally could not stop thinking about a tragic backstory to it with gojo, so if you wanna get the "real" experience listen to it while you read ! this is like...not conventionally happy lmao but here it is anyways :) i'll get back to the regularly scheduled series tomorrow but i just had to write this one

a sigh leaves your lips as you walk up the familiar stone path, now overgrown with long grasses, tickling against your bare ankles. the cool autumn air bites at your skin, dead leaves falling from the old maple trees and crunching under your shoes as you make your way up to the house.

this house.

reaching the front door, you turn the now-tarnished gold handle and step inside. the old wooden floorboards creak under your weight; it’s likely been years since anyone has been here, further evidenced by the thin layer of dust settled over the empty space.

the space that was supposed to be your home.

your eyes gaze to the right and your legs follow, taking you into the living room. the bay windows overlook the front yard, the wooden bench beneath them bare. it was supposed to have red pillows, a reading nook for you. he always knew how you loved those books, consuming knowledge like it was the only type of nourishment you needed. the stories, the worlds that let you forget time while he was away on missions. but now, every word you read feels baren. you haven’t picked up a book since then.

continuing your journey through the empty house, you find yourself in the kitchen. the cabinet doors are now falling off, and surely the stove wouldn’t turn on anymore - not that it really worked in the first place, but the two of you made do. you’d bring in pizza on nights when the shitty electricity died out, sitting on the floor lit only by candles, talking about your futures.

well, what was supposed to be your future.

the window above the sink looks over the backyard, the remnants of the flowers you planted now overgrown with weeds. what a pretty garden it could have been.

“can you plant me the blue ones?” he asked, his arms wrapped around you as you stood outside under the heat of the summer sun.

“you only like those because they match your eyes,” you tease, turning your head to face him.

“maybe so,” he grins. “how ‘bout this, let’s find ones that match your eyes too, so it’s like i’m lookin’ at you every time i see ‘em?”

“deal,” you giggle, leaning against him.

you find yourself at the stairs, slowly making your way up as your hand traces along the railing, dust collecting on your fingertips.

you aren’t even sure why you came here, after all this time, back to this house, the physical tomb of your past.

it was supposed to be for you and satoru.

–

you were just kids, stupid, young kids. when you met in your first year at jujutsu high, the two of you were inseparable. every class, every meal, every mission you did together. it got to the point where you practically lived together, trading off which dorm room you slept in so you wouldn’t have to be apart. the two of you were attached by an invisible thread that kept looping itself around your necks until it became too tight.

the mission was supposed to be easy: exorcise a grade 2 curse and save the family it had kidnapped. you’d done it before a hundred times, and having gojo by your side only simplified the whole thing.

that is, until you got hurt. until you were unconscious, at the brink of death. until you found out why they had sent gojo with you - you didn’t think much of it at the time, but this was the lowest grade curse he’d been assigned to for a while.

it was a test. the higher ups wanted to see what gojo would do when he lost someone. they needed him to prove that he was what they thought he was: the strongest.

except, like always, he never failed to surprise everyone. he wouldn’t let you go that easily; not you, his world, his love, his everything. they picked the wrong person to sacrifice.

by the time you awoke, it was too late. you couldn’t quite place it, but something was different inside you, inside your very essence. as your eyes fluttered open, all you could feel was the warmth of his embrace around you, his hair hanging forward as he clutched your body. hot tears streamed down his face and landed on your chest.

“i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry,” he muttered over and over, softly rocking on his knees as he holds you.

“s-satoru,” you manage to croak out, the taste of blood in your mouth.

his eyes shift up to yours, a darkness and fear in them you’ve never seen before.

“it’s okay, it’s okay now, i’m here,” he whispers, his voice shaking, pulling you into him.

–

reaching the top of the stairs, the empty hallway looms before you. you turn into the first room on your right, what should’ve been the library. empty shelves line the walls as you stand in the middle of the space.

“y’know,” his voice smooth as he sits across from you, “eventually i’m gonna get promoted, and i’m gonna need a big office.”

“oh yeah?” you respond, shifting so your head rests on your open palm, propped up against the table between you. “what makes you so confident about that? you know the higher ups literally hate you, right?”

“psh, they love me,” he pauses, reaching across the table to shut the book in front of you so your full attention was on him. “and then, i’m gonna fix up this house, and i’ll build you a library and an office for me, and we can spend every day in there together.”

you pretend to consider the option for a moment. “fine, but it’s still gonna be my library. i’ll let you put a desk in there but don’t you dare forget that it’s mine,” you joke.

his hand reaches up to the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “as long as i’m with you, sweetheart, it can all be yours.”

you sigh, leaning against the wall before sliding down to sit against the old wood beneath you. he would’ve given you everything, he would’ve done anything for you.

–

it didn’t take long after the mission to figure out what had really happened: the grade 2 curse was actually a special grade, something you were woefully underprepared for. however, the higher ups had planned for that, even wanted it - they needed you to die. not because of any inherent value you had, no, but for satoru. they needed to see if he could handle a special grade curse on his own, something he had already proven he could do, but with a new challenge: loss. could he control himself, his emotions, his power, when he was forced to confront your death?

no. he couldn’t.

the only good thing about this being a special grade curse is that it was smarter, more cunning, than an average curse. not smart enough to beat gojo, but still.

when satoru saw you, your body slumped in the corner of the room, blood covering your face, something happened inside him. he snapped.

so, he did what any completely irrational person would do: he made a deal with the curse.

if it would heal you, it could have your cursed powers. this sounded like an exceptional deal to the curse, thinking that surely with your cursed technique it could easily kill gojo and leave the ordeal more powerful than when it began.

but, like always, gojo surprised everyone. even with your cursed energy he managed to exorcise the monster. he was glad you weren’t there to see it, the way his body took over as he pulled it apart limb by limb, eviscerating any remnants of the thing that dared to harm you. he didn’t even use his cursed technique, he needed to feel the life draining from it in his own hands.

when it was done, he ran to you. he held you. he cried over you. until you opened your eyes, whispering his name.

–

stepping out of the library, you continue down the hall and into the next room. the bedroom, the one you and satoru spent weeks planning.

“okay, what about purple?” you ask, holding up paint swatches to the wall.

“bleh,” he stuck out his tongue. “no purple. what about a nice green?”

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “honey, we have too much green already. by the time you’re done with it this entire house is gonna be green.”

his eyes light up. “what about honey?”

“what about it?” you ask, tilting your head.

“that’s it, that’s the color! it’ll be perfect, it’s warm, and sunny, and it’ll make me think of you whenever i’m in here,” he explains, nearly running over to you and picking you up, spinning you around. your arms wrap around his neck as he holds you in the air, both of you smiling with joy.

as you look at the room around you, the unfinished grey walls feel more empty than any other part of the house. it’s like looking at a skeleton, the raw, old bones of something you once loved.

–

of course, after you lost your cursed technique, you weren’t allowed to continue at jujutsu high. they had no purpose for you there, and you felt out of place with everyone anyways. gojo begged them to let you stay, offering to let you live in his dorm so they wouldn’t even need an extra room for you, but his request was repeatedly and ubiquitously denied.

“fine,” he huffs, pacing around your room as you sit on the bed, all of your belongings stuffed into boxes around you. “if they won’t let you stay, then i’m going with you.”

“gojo, you can’t. you know you can’t,” you explain calmly yet sternly.

he stops momentarily, looking over at you. “i have to,” he murmurs, “this is my fault, anyways.”

you stand up and walk towards him, reaching a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek in your palm. “the only thing that’s your ‘fault’ is the fact that i’m still here, and you better not be blaming yourself for that.”

“but-”

your lips press into his, the only way you could think of to get him to stop talking. he’s soft against you, his arms lowering to loosely hang around your waist. for a moment, you stay like that, just the two of you in your empty room.

pulling apart for a moment, you just stare at each other. finally, he breaks the silence. “okay, but if you won’t let me officially leave with you, can i at least sort of leave with you?”

“gojo, what the hell does that mean?” you smirk, not understanding what he’s even asking.

a smile breaks through his lips as he looks down at you. “i have something i want to show you.”

the house.

he holds your hand, pulling you up the stone pathway next to him, leading you to the freshly-painted front door, gold handle practically glowing in the sunlight.

“ta-da!” he shouts, throwing the door open and allowing you to see inside.

“it…it’s an empty house?” you ask jokingly.

“no,” he turns to you, holding your waist, “it’s our empty house.”

“what-”

“i got it for us,” he cuts you off, beaming down at you. “when i first heard that you might be asked to leave jujutsu high, i bought it, thinking we could move in here together.” you don’t say anything, stunned by his kindness, tears beginning to form along your waterline as you think about just how much you love him. “i wanted to give you a home. i hope we can make it one, together.”

leaning up, you kiss him again. finally, together, in your home.

–

why did you even come here? the cold, stale air stirs around your lungs as you rest your head back against the wall.

despite everything that happened, you had to see it one last time. you overheard someone at the store saying how they were finally going to be tearing this place down, putting in some new luxury apartments or something. it’s not like anyone lived here anyways, maybe it’s for the best. give the grave of your past a new life.

it had been nearly ten years since you were here last. a part of you wanted to move on, to forget it, but it hung in your mind like it had been nailed there.

you finally stand up, dusting off the grime that clung to your clothes from the floor. every step another memory you had here, another painful reminder of the life you never got to have.

–

it started slowly, at first. gojo kept getting tasked with harder missions, and he kept handling them with ease. even the higher ups were at a loss with what to do with him, his raw power developing into something they had never seen and had no idea how to control.

as you sat in the empty house, alone, you tried to not let it get to you, but the feeling ate away at you all the same. the glares you’d get when the two of you went out together, the whispers from other classmates or the higher ups, they clung to you.

you knew you were less than gojo - you always were, and it never bothered you. but now, with no cursed energy, you felt like nothing compared to him.

the words replayed in your mind, reminding you what you were.

failure. broken. fragile. useless. a burden. a hindrance. a flaw. a weakness.

of course, satoru never said any of these things, going out of his way to make sure you never heard the insults his so-called colleagues muttered about you, but it wasn’t enough. it ate and ate and ate away at you until you were empty.

when you left, his world collapsed. he begged you to stay, pleaded to let him come with you. he’d leave jujutsu, all the sorcery, all the hierarchy, all the bullshit behind if it meant he could be with you. but you knew he couldn’t; if he left with you, you’d just be proving them right. you’d be dragging him down with you.

“i love you, satoru,” you whispered, your thumb wiping away the tears that fell slowly down his cheek as you stood in the doorway of the house you promised would be your home. “that’s why i have to leave.”

–

making your way back down the steps, you sigh again, a single tear rolling down your cheek, your heart heavy with loss, the loss of the life you should have had. you and satoru, making breakfast together in the morning, falling asleep next to one another, planting flowers in the garden. the simple, quiet life. but instead, you’re here, alone.

your steps are heavy as you trace back through the rooms, the last time you’ll likely ever see them.

the floor creaks in the entryway.

slowly, your eyes follow the sound.

white hair, black uniform, and those bright blue eyes. he has a few more wrinkles around his cheeks, but it is absolutely, unmistakably, him.

“satoru?” you whisper.

he smiles at you.

[genderjester]

Making a satosugu playlist is so fun but also u gotta watch out !!

[hermitw]

All my JJK character playlists (what I think they listen to) in one post (will be edited to add more when they are longer)

Every playlist is best shuffled, unless stated otherwise.

Satoru Gojo's aux (perfect for 2am mental breakdowns when u gotta dance and cry at any moment)

Satosugu's blended playlist gives me chest pain

Suguru Geto's aux (such a vibe especially when it's raining)

Yuuji Itadori's aux (actually in chronological order)

Megumi Fushiguro's aux (somehow this one intimidates me)

Ino Takuma's aux (I think he'd listen to full albums)

Miwa's aux (cried while making this tbh)

Choso's aux (over 50hrs, so it's vibes and emotion and chill, everything)

Kenjaku's aux (maybe the only one that you can't cry to)

(only 10 images fit in a post so I'll reblog w the others ig)

Mai Zenin - the order was perfect but then I added more songs and have overplayed the whole thing too much to see it clearly.

Toji Zenin & Fushiguro's aux (is in chronological order)

Mechamaru's aux (I'm content w the order, no significance. Mechamaru's colored manga panel here)

Hanami's aux & colored manga panel (I did the heat stroke trend for this)

(these feel unfinished but are long enough to be worth mentioning)

Yuuta Okkotsu's - obv he listened to La Dispute

Sukuna's - includes songs that sound like his domain expansion.

The merger - short bc every suggested track fits so well and I'm afraid to mess it up (I always notice Immediately when playlists end bc the suggested tracks are off but not here. It's so good)

Mahito - tbh this is fun to listen to (my character analysis on him is irrelevant dw)

Junpei Yoshino - sorry but you know his hair is greasy

[icequeenlila]

🖤SatoSugu Songs pt1🤍

How I interpret the song:

It gives pov Satoru right after Suguru left. Like the breakup is fresh and he's weighed down by depression. You know that first stage of a breakup when you drown in self pity.

My baby is sad.🤍

+

I have a playlist on them, so maybe this is gonna be a series.

part2 part3

[6okuto]

Nia teach me how to make character playlist pls

MEE?! ☹️ tagging @mouselungs and @sweet-milky-tea705 because u make chara playlists so i think ud have better advice than me. LOL.

i'm not very efficient to be honest but in general. figure out the vibe u want (fluffy, angsty, what music they'd listen to), pick a few genres + artists and work from there ?! 🥹 see what other artists fans enjoy / if they have any playlists / etc... i listen to a lot of genres so i'm usually alright no matter what . like i start by scrolling through my playlists & liked songs for 20 minutes before i even try to go deep diving LOL....

erm. i will use my oc as an example . i'm still figuring her out to be honest. but. she likes rnb, jazz, indie, shoegaze etc... so artists i immediately think to check would be laufey, sza, bathe alone, the neighbourhood, milena, ENNY etc etc and there's a couple of my own playlists in mind that i know i can steal from

and i like rozie ramati who happens to have a few playlists + a "discovered on" section so i just queue songs that look good to see if i like them for my oc :-) just by scrolling for a bit i already have 30 songs without trying too hard ? ^^ (here's the playlist if u would like to see)

if it's not an oc i check out existing playlists ^^ with their name and maybe popular lines e.g. "we are the protagonists of the world" for bokuaka, "my soul knows otherwise" for satosugu, etc. it can be helpful if ur looking for genres u don't really listen to/need inspo

^ my logic about writing applies to this tbh. if it's an oc u can think of characters that they remind u of and check those playlists

lore... what are their issues. what are their insecurities and trauma what are their key relationships what music do you think they'd listen to etc.. it's good to keep in mind while listening to lyrics like for example if they often feel like a burden/useless i'm going to say leech boy by crywank. i don't know my oc's issues yet so i can't use that to guide me LMAO but y'know

song radios and spotify's daily/genre mixes can kind of suck ass if we're being serious but i do check them because sometimes they Don't suck ass. so.

there's also playlist makers on youtube ^^ straight up just searching like. "krnb playlist" or "satosugu playlist" then letting yourself fall down a rabbit hole

and i know it can be like. u'll see popular trending songs pop up a lot and ur like maannn but they're accurate so u want them anyway. and that's fine. u can work around it too though like... sometimes there's "songs like x" playlists or u check the artist for other songs...yeah.

really quite shocked u asked me i don't think i've ever successfully made a chara playlist. i always forget about them or get too picky and give up LEIFGJBDJHGB but if u would like song recs...hit me up. I Love Music. also let me see afterward if u want like OMGG so exciting...

[thundersbugs]

the satosugu playlist thread was annoying as fuck because instead of kinda compressing like threads on twitter it just turned into a long ass post. so im turning them into seperate posts now tagged with mika's stsg playlist :]

today we got another pierce the veil song LMAO can u tell what my favorite band is

“sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned

to live is just to fall asleep, to die is to awaken

but maybe we’re meant to lose the ones we love, but i’ll fight for you ‘til then”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi hi!! just wanted to say i love your blog!! (i also wanted to recommend Dover Beach by Baby Quenn because it's very satosugu coded)

hi hi anon!!!!! thank you so much!!! 🥺🥺 i’m really glad to have you here <333

AND . THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR THE REC HOLY SHIT ???????? WHAT A BANGER??????????? i love it so so SOOO much i’ve been playing it on loop….. it’s so nostalgic and catchy and summery 🥺 adding it to my playlist IMMEDIATELY……

AND!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE SO RIGHT . I HAD NO IDEA HOW RIGHT YOU WERE . any song with “beach” in the title is stsgcoded but this is LITERALLY a stsg anthem . from gojo’s point of view . literally every single lyric made me think of Them but here are the ones that crushed my soul especially :333

on the coastline, in the water // your mirage is like a stalker

up in my imagination, i rehearse our conversations // and at least i’m never lonely // even though i know you're only in my mind // and there's no point in covering my eyes

i hear your voice over and over // sitting on the beach of dover // what is happening? oh, dear // i keep wishing you were here

and i swear, i’m gonna lose it // if i keep playing your music // but what else is there to do? // everywhere i look, i just see you

the world ends, it's you and me // in my head if we can be together // maybe we'll live forever

i met your ghost, he followed me // down to the coast of dover beach // i scream to you in poetry // you stole the view of dover beach

i cried and threw up btw

[graysongraysoff]

Fandom asks:

Jjk

Bsd

Batman

Cowboy beeboop

Stor wor

fandom ask meme!

(i have since been informed that jill would like me to do all evens for these so *CRACKS KNUCKLES*

jujutsu kaisen

2. which character do you look the most like?

uhhh, i guess probably maki?? girls with dark hair and glasses supremacy.

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

satosugu yuta/rika :,)

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

8. why did you join the fandom?

honestly i had just been watching a lot of anime over quarantine because one of my other friends had also been watching a lot of anime over quarantine, and i started with anime from when i was like in high school/college that i had wanted to check out but never did and then one day i was like "okay maybe i should watch like at least one current anime" and i picked jjk on a full whim and now it has quite literally taken over my life.

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

no i didn't make an entire 100-song playlist that is kinda jokey-jokey but also kinda serious full of songs i associate with a ship

the song "montage" by bares is a big satosugu song for me.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

that megumi has been calling gojo "gojo-sensei" since he was six years old.

bungo stray dogs

2. which character do you look the most like?

hmmm probably like. ango???

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

are there any?? canon ships in this??? if there are i must not be all that into them lol.

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

i know i can't believe it's not canon either

8. why did you join the fandom?

because i have a bachelor's degree in english language and literature and i wanted to see f. scott fitzgerald with superpowers so fucking bad. (and for the record, i was not disappointed.)

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

again, there's no way jill and i made a whole playlist about this...

but "this is love" by air traffic controller is soukoku all the way down.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

*clears throat and quotes my own fic*

When Dazai and Chuuya were kids in the Port Mafia there were only two times when certain acts of vulnerability were tacitly allowed between them: the week following one of Dazai’s suicide attempts and the week following a use of Corruption. They would patch each other up with neither a “please” nor a “thank you,” and while verbal jabs were still fair game they’d blunt the edges before hurling them. They’d each fall asleep wrapped in the other’s wiry limbs behind locks not even Mori could have cracked, and when the week was over they’d fall back into their old routines as if nothing had changed.

i understand that this is woobification i have terrible taste i will not improve that is a promise

batman

2. which character do you look the most like?

man idk. i'm just gonna go with helena bertinelli since we're both italian, lol.

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

dickbabs!

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

8. why did you join the fandom?

because i watched batman: the animated series as a toddler and imprinted on dick grayson.

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

"help me out" by maroon 5 and julia michaels is my dickbabs song.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

dick grayson is a short king and all of his siblings are taller than him.

cowboy beepbeep

2. which character do you look the most like?

these just keep getting harder lol. i am not very well represented in the media i consume.

you know what? spike. fuck it.

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

spike/julia oh my god

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

answered!

8. why did you join the fandom?

answered!

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

you know what i don't actually have one of these right off the dome. a lot of soukoku songs could easily apply to spike/vicious but i won't cheat, lol.

honestly?? "just another girl" by the killers is a spike/julia mood.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

answered!

stor wor

2. which character do you look the most like?

i have been told that i have the same "coloring" as jyn erso, whatever that means. this was in comparison to rey, as in "your coloring is more like jyn's than like rey's." they're both brunette white bitches though so idk. YOU decide, lol.

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

*MEGAPHONE FEEDBACK* HAN/LEIA

6. when you first think of the fandom, what image comes to mind?

frankly,

8. why did you join the fandom?

i watched the phantom menace with my cousins while we were on a beach trip with my mom's side of the family and i decided that qui-gon jinn was my dad.

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

another one that i don't have a ready-made answer for! let us think.

this is an inside joke with me and jill but fuck it: "two birds" by regina spektor fits obikin better than That Other Ship People Keep Using It For

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

i truly cannot think of a single star wars headcanon i have........... any real estate star wars hcs may have taken up in my head has been replaced with star wars memes.....................

OH WAIT I KNOW it's that obi-wan can't sit like a normal person

[theoptimisticfatalist]

what kind of music would Getou Suguru like?, but it kinda escalates later

a/n: was listening to Halsey's Badlands at an ungodly hour in the night when I thought 'hmm maybe I'll write a bit about Getou/satosugu x Badlands'. then boom, 2 hours later and this happened. also, I'm projecting a lot of my music taste (shameless Getou playlist plug) in this piece but enjoy!

warning: manga spoilers for Gojo's past arc, slight suggestions of bully/abuse

music: listen to this, this or this when you're reading this!

word count: 1020

What kind of music does Getou Suguru like to listen to?

The genre that "defines his personality", as the black-haired sorcer often half-jokes, are the gloomy 90s grunge stuffs he grew up with: My Bloody Valentine, Nirvana and Radiohead, to name a few. Such artists were the first names Getou listened to as he started finding a way to externalize his emotions in a healthy manner: through music, because it wouldn't hurt anyone. And they stuck with him until now, just because their music made him feel so understood when no one could – as a loner, a misfit, an outcast, whatever names he used to call himself as, and also names others often used to call him in a not-so-friendly manner during his childhood.

Of course, he has, since then, branched out and started listening to more artists, lesser known ones at that, who also makes music with the grungy, deconstructed, odd noises. But he always comes back to Radiohead, My Bloody Valentine and Nirvana, et cetera – he explains that their music got him through hard times. He holds them dear to his heart.

What's the band he loves most? None of the above. It's an oddball, a pioneering oddball in the 70s with a cryptic and melancholic sound (which Getou would often argue to have "influenced almost every melancholic songwriter born after them" with anyone who has the time). He loves Joy Division.

Particularly, Getou feels connected with Ian Curtis's poetic and cryptically prophetic way of words. The gloomy atmosphere permeating every instrument the numbness towards life present in every word – he feels and relates to them deepy.

In his high school days, Getou would crack a joke about how he has the life he's always looked forward to in the palm of his hands: loving and supportive friends, being able to do what he aspires to (that is, protecting the innocent) yet somehow, oddly, he still listens to music gloomy like that as if he's always going to be an "emo kid at heart" – a joke the self-proclaimed "emo sorcerer" would tell time and time again, a joke his best friend Gojou would laugh at everytime. However, as days go by and he drifts further and further apart from his white-haired and exceptionally powerful best friend, he finds himself starting to question the merit of protecting the innocent – something he'd always stood with previously. During those times, he finds himself listening to his "hard times" music even more, and particularly the song Candidate (by Joy Division). Its lyrics goes like this:

"I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain

And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained

When will it end? When will it end?

When will it end? When will it end?"

Every time he listens to that particular part, the mountain of corpses made of people he couldn't protect as a "protector" flashes in his mind without fail: innocent people, children, his "enemies" (as they are often framed), sometimes, disturbingly, even his friends – a vision he tries to push back. He questions the value of protecting the people when it would inevitably end like that. He could never found an answer.

Every time he listens to that particular part, his mind plays the memory of his kouhai Nanami despairing over the death of his fellow classmate Haibara without fail. Getou still remembers the look on his kouhai's face – a look of regret, of despair, of feeble rage towards the corrupted higher-ups of this corrupted jujutsu society. He could never forget it.

The night after he massacred an entire village, a phone with a cracked screen was found at the scene. The wallpaper was of three teenagers donning the same dark-coloured uniform with a metal button: a boy wearing black sunglasses nibbling on a daifuku mochi, a girl smoking a cigarette, looking like she'd rather be somewhere else and a boy with black hair tied into a bun who looks just like the culprit – just that he seems much happier.

Strangely enough, with the chaos from the night before, there was a pair of tangled earbuds still connected to the phone and playing something. The lyrics goes like this:

"Confusion in her eyes that says it all

She's lost control

And she's clinging to the nearest passer-by

She's lost control

And she gave away the secrets of her past and said I've lost control again

And a voice that told her when and where to act, she said

I've lost control again"

—

Hardly anyone knows about the detail about the phone and the song on repeat, let alone the whole case. Try as one may, one will never find a physical (or digital) copy, report, whatever of this incident on any major, official organization's archive. Nothing in the police archives, nothing on journalists' computers, nothing at all – it was as if what happened that night never existed.

It only exists on online forums as a story told in private messages only – it's where the weird and interesting, underground stuffs happen when no official news outlet (could/would) say anything. Some people were theorizing the role of that looped song in the event – did the culprit, too, "lose control"? But of course, it's all just speculation part-deduced, part-imagined from information (or lack thereof) on the event.

If you know anything about it, forbidden as it is, you better keep it to yourself. God knows the length any authority with a power in society would go to just to protect their shiny glamourous image, and the jujutsu society would be no exception.

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hey fic anon here. finally read "still worship this love, even if it's a false god" (ಡωಡ) it's amazing! adored every single scene. the last one was a little heartbreaking but imagining satoru finding comfort in suguru's familiar smell even after their inevitable fate warms my heart. because I am a masochist sometimes I wonder if when suguru died his residuals also died down with him and satoru felt lonely or sorrowful for not feeling or smelling the one he cared so much about anymore so this was a comforting twist haha. this fic screams satoru's love language being physical touch and acts of service to me [screaming into the void]. the way satoru's destiny and ct always jinxed him to be away from others but seeing him constantly craving and putting in the effort to touch and reach suguru, it's so beautiful! you wrote their relationship so tenderly. kudos to you but also, how dare you leaving me yearning like this? 😫 anyhow loved it a whole lot, just wanted to let you know 🖤

oh recently added two songs to my playlist that remind me of stsg "listen before I go" and "what did I do?" so wanted to share them with you maybe you will like them :3

OMGOMG IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! 🥺 AGSHDJDDK I was actually going to make the last scene longer cuz I have so many feelings about it but I saved them for my big fic. PLS NOW I WANNA CRY 😭 YES YES YES ABOUT THE LOVE LANGUAGE!!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT! AGSHDFJFKGL while I was writing it the whole time I was like when is it gonna be me 😭 hsdfghjkll IM SO SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT. Thank you so much for sending this it made my day 🥺❤

Ohhh thank you so much for the songs I'll listen to them asap. I love listening to songs amd thinking about satosugu and suffering 🙂