#jjk family time

[sukunas-wife]

Being Mama-tadori means when Choso appoints himself as Yuji’s older brother you get another son

Choso has never known a mothers love

So when he see’s how you run and hug Yuji with your life after something terrible crying saying you were so worried Choso stands aside awkward and a little empty. MamaJaku never once held him like that, he was the bane of Kenjaku’s existence

That is until he catches your eyes when you hold Yuji at arms length, and Yuji says “This is my ..older brother.. choso..” you were confused but if Yuji was willing to say those words you motioned that poor 500yo baby over and when he didn’t budge you moved to him

He got defensive and tried to fight until he saw Yuji’s sympathetic smile, and you caught him off guard his head against your chest and you squeezed him as hard as you could asking if he was okay. On hand on the back of his head the other rubbing up and down his back. His eyes started to get teary and he slowly brought his arms up, he was clinging to the back of your shirt like a child scared of getting lost. He heard your heart beat and his own beating loud in his ears almost drowning out your soft coo’s and whispers that he was okay now.

You stood there to the point Yuji pulled on your sleeve jealous for attention, but Choso hadn’t let go yet. Your rule was to never pull away from your child’s hug until they pulled away. You learned with Yuji when he was a toddler, sometimes he just needed to be held. Even if he needed to cry silently, or just be held, to just feel you there and know everything would be alright. You remember the nights he’d wake up from nightmares, you’d held him to confort him, and he’d hold onto you all night never letting go.

Choso wasn’t letting go, he needed this, he needed you, he never knew he needed a mother until he felt the love and warmth that radiated off of you. You didn’t know him and yet you took him into your arms with affection and care.

He cried, closing his eyes and burying his face in your chest.

“Woman! What is this???”

“He’s mine now I’m keeping him.”

[literaila]

kid megumi and gojo definitely took bubble baths together while megumi washes his hair and satoru's just yapping about how much he loves reader

“megumi,” gojo says, not even bothering to knock on the door.

it’s the boys fault, really, for leaving it open in the first place.

megumi stills, brows furrowing as his hands stop foaming the soap in his hair. “gojo?” he asks, a bit disbelieving.

he might be going crazy—it’s not uncommon for sorcerers. and megumi barely thought he would make it to fourteen and here he is, so. he should probably tell someone about the hallucinations but—

“you got it,” gojo answers, predictably, sitting on the toilet seat. “i need to talk to you.”

megumi peaks his head around the shower curtain slowly, blinking a few times to make sure the man is really there.

but he is, grinning at the tiny bit of megumi he can see, tapping his fingers on his knees obnoxiously.

megumi points a hand towards the door. “this is an invasion of privacy.”

“megumi,” gojo gives him a bland look. “i’ve seen you naked.”

“that’s creepy.”

gojo sighs, hanging his head. “we’ve known each other for so long now, and you still don’t trust me.”

“you still haven’t given me a reason to. can’t this wait? or not happen? i don’t want to talk to you.”

yes, megumi is still hanging halfway out of the shower. yes, his hair is dripping water on the floor. no, he does not care—it’s gojo’s house anyway. he can fix the ruined floorboards.

“it’s about your mother.”

at that megumi blinks. “what’d you do?“

“i didn’t do anything.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i’m sure,” gojo scoffs, reaching out to pull his ear—which megumi expertly deflects (he almost slips and dies in the process). “am i crying on the floor right now?”

megumi considers it. then he recalls the last time you and gojo had a fight. he had to check gojo’s pulse every time he walked past the couch.

“good point. what is it?”

“as you know, her birthday is coming up—“

“are you serious?”

“megumi.” gojo’s eyes are dubious, his voice is disapproving. “your mothers birthday is very important.”

megumi rolls his eyes. “i know. i mean, are you seriously asking me about this right now? im in the shower. there’s shampoo in my hair.”

gojo nods very seriously. “it’s the only place she won’t hear.”

“she’s not even home.”

“she’s hidden cameras, megumi, i know it.”

“no she hasn’t.”

gojo pouts. “i want it to be a surprise. she always finds out about her gifts before i can give them to her.”

“that’s because you tell her.”

“the suspense is too much. i need you to buy her something for me and hide it so i don’t know what it is.”

he sounds absolutely serious, which might be the worst part of that request, actually.

and when has megumi ever done gojo a favor?

“gojo,” megumi gives him a little smirk, tilting his head. “i’m not doing that.”

gojo groans, falling onto the floor. “c’mon, megumi, we’re supposed to be friends.”

“you’re my teacher, if anything.”

“and your father,” he juts his chin, “favoritism is not cute.”

“good.”

megumi finally turns around. gojo was never going to leave, even if he’d attempted to tackle him out of the door.

and he’s used to this, anyway. there hasn’t been a day in seven years that he’s gotten some peace.

“okay,” gojo begins again, sounding like he’s won—which he hasn’t. “i was thinking some jewelry, but you know how picky she is. and besides, she’s too rough for something small. tsumiki is already getting her that chibi mug we saw in that corner store last weekend, and whatever you’re getting is off of the table too.”

“i’m not listening to this.”

“i could take her out to dinner, but that’s not a gift. and i do that anyway. maybe i should buy her a car—what kind do you think she’d like? something blue, like my eyes—“

megumi groans.

gojo pauses. “did you get soap in your eye?”

honestly, banging his head against the wall might be better than this. at least they have pain killers at the hospital.

megumi doesnt answer, no longer entertaining this, but gojo continues anyway.

“maybe we should re-do the bathroom, you know how she’s always saying that—“

god, when will it end?

[sushiyuzu]

little warrior training

toji fushiguro and his little megumi

the sun was just starting to set, casting an orange glow over the park. toji stood with his arms crossed, watching his son, megumi, tugging on his small sneakers, determined to tie them just right. the park was almost empty, just the two of them, surrounded by the soft rustle of leaves in the warm evening breeze.

“are you ready, kid?” toji asked, raising an eyebrow, though his lips curled in a faint, amused smirk.

megumi stood up, puffing his tiny chest out, eyes full of determination. “yeah! i’m ready!” his voice wavered slightly, but the fire in his gaze was unmistakable.

toji crouched down to megumi’s level, his eyes softening as he ruffled his son’s spiky black hair. "alright, alright. we’ll start with something easy," he said, positioning himself a few steps away. “first, you have to learn how to dodge. come at me.”

megumi blinked, unsure. “but… how do i know when you're gonna move?”

toji chuckled. “you’ll just have to figure it out.”

with that, toji made a sudden but slow movement, his hand reaching out playfully toward megumi. the boy’s eyes widened in surprise, and he jumped back, barely missing the swipe. megumi stumbled slightly but regained his balance with a proud grin.

"see? not bad for your first dodge," toji said, crossing his arms again, his usual stern tone now holding a hint of pride.

megumi’s grin grew wider. “i can do better!”

they continued for a while, megumi darting around as toji tried to grab him. every time he dodged a bit faster, his small feet scurrying across the grass with more confidence. toji made exaggerated movements, pretending to just miss catching him by a hair, allowing megumi to feel victorious each time.

finally, after a few more rounds, toji stepped it up. “now, let’s see how strong you are,” he said, kneeling down and patting his shoulder. "try to tackle me."

megumi looked up at him, his eyes serious but also unsure. “but you’re big…”

toji smirked, giving him a mock stern look. “doesn't matter. you’re strong too, right?”

megumi nodded firmly, his tiny fists clenching at his sides. he took a few steps back, his little legs kicking up dirt as he charged forward. toji braced himself, letting his son run at him full speed. megumi collided with him, arms wrapping tightly around toji’s waist. toji, putting on a show, made a big deal out of stumbling back.

“whoa! so strong!” he said dramatically, letting himself fall onto the soft grass with an exaggerated grunt.

megumi stood over him, eyes wide and sparkling with disbelief. “i did it?”

toji, lying flat on the ground, chuckled. “yeah, you did it, kid. stronger than i thought.” he sat up, pulling megumi into his lap and ruffling his hair again.

megumi beamed, his smile reaching from ear to ear, his small hands clutching toji’s shirt. “i wanna be as strong as you someday, dad.”

toji’s chest tightened a bit at the word “dad”. he didn’t show it, though. instead, he leaned back on his elbows, glancing at the darkening sky. “you keep training, and you’ll be stronger. maybe even stronger than me.” he grinned, teasingly poking megumi’s cheek.

megumi looked down at his tiny hands and then back at toji, determination set in his bright eyes. “promise?”

toji nodded. “promise.”

they sat there for a while, the world quiet around them, just a father and his son, the bond between them growing stronger with every laugh and every promise shared under the setting sun.

[epickiya722]

You know what, Sukuna lowkey had it out for Choso since Shibuya. Probably did not like the fact that Yuji had someone, actual family... an actual blood brother that cared about him. He been had plans to kill him, I just know it.

[nosleepgummitato]

Guyssdsd I made this Identity map for Language Arts (English) class, (since I'm in Accelerated the other classes didn't do this)

But oooooo, am I gonna have a lotta characters to tag 😭

[fulgurbugs]

Horrible concept my roommate and I discussed over Fortnite

[blkkizzat]

i know choso ain't got an official bday—but in my heart i know his sun sign is cancer.

[pencilofawesomeness]

“I made her feel powerless, I knocked her down and— and she still makes me feel scared.” —Satoru, So Find One And Seize It, Chapter 5

So a consequence of rereading Chapters 4 and 5 of SFOASI from The Odyssey series by the utterly incredible HotCocoaaa ( @biscaanii ) and then listening to Hawk in the Night by Maddie Buckley soon afterward is getting immediate brainrot for the most depressingly brutal piece I could start 2024 with. It worked too well for the Gojo Clan, especially Cocoa's rendition of Satoru and his grandmother, Akemi. She's a terrible woman and she fascinates me.

Go read this series guys it's so great—

[tojiscrack]

liar liar IS SO AMAZING. SOMEOEN TAKE MY PHONE AWAY. its 1 am right nwo and i havw to be up early tomorrow but i’m doing everythinf in my willpower to not read the latest chapter bc i know i’m gonna regret it in the morning 😻😻🤭

I LOVEEEE Y/N SO MUCHHHHH she’s her own character and i love it!! my fav oc ever

I WISH I FOUND THIS SERIES SOONERRR OMGOMG YOU’RE SUCH A TALENTED AUTHOR 😭😭 i am so excited for the next chapters that have yet to come !!!!!!

may i please be added to the taglist ?? 🥰🥰

pulling an emo KAI rn bc i have to gts^^^💔💔 (dare i say malakai…)

sorry for the yap..

liar, liar masterlist here:

HIII, OMG THAT’S SO NICE OF YOU 😭💘

i always tell my readers that pulling an all-nighter with liar, liar is NOT a good idea if you have somewhere to be the next day 😟 like you WILL be exhausted and you WILL regret it 🌝

atm it’s about 160k words (or smth like that) so ur eyes will be hating you for reading it all in one go 😭

‘I LOVEEEE Y/N SO MUCHHHH’ ‘my fav oc ever’ — 🥹🥹🥹

ilysm? you’re the sweetest?? can we be besties??? where do you live??? 😭❤️‍🔥‼️

my worst fear is ppl finding y/n overbearing for being a silly teenage girl who loves messing around with her friends, but i’m glad you don’t see her that way! <333

‘I WISH I FOUND THIS SERIES SOONERRR’ — HAHA STOPPP 🤧 YOU’RE SO NICE THAT I WISH YOU WERE HERE SOONER TOO ☹️💝 but you’re here now and the story’s only just begun it’s main plot so all is well!! 🩵

i’m adding ur user to my notes as we speak :) i’m so glad we have another addition to our small LL family 😋

[moneymoneygreengreen]

jjk fanfic #1

okay so this is something totally unrelated to Satosugu but I think it would be pretty cute and funny to make

In his temple, Geto Suguru sits down onto the small cushion that is in the middle of the floor and leans against the arm rest of his futon furniture. He knows there won’t be any non-sorcerers coming to him anytime soon, so he thinks he’ll just close his eyes and rest for a minute.

he thought wrong.

just a couple of minutes go by and his two adopted daughters, Mimiko and Nanako comes rushing into the temple, both wailing out his name, “GETO-SAMA!!” The two girls seemed panicked, distressed and confused as they rushed towards him. Suguru sat up straight immediately, thinking that his girls were maybe in danger with something. He was alert and ready for whatever may have happened. “Nanako? Mimiko? What’s the matter, what’s wrong? Are the two of you in danger?” His voice was deep, and soothing but you could tell that he was still very much worried for his two little girls.

The two girls sat on either side of the futon and Mimiko frantically explained, “for some reason, me and Nanako are bleeding!” Geto rose an eyebrow, somewhat confused of what she was saying. Nanako seemed to sense his confusion and explained further on. “We’re bleeding… in that place. Where we pee…” and then finally Suguru understood. But then his eyes unusually widened to the point to where they were in full circles. “Oh…” he said after a long moment of silence. He realized he would have to explain to them what’s going on. But he knows it will be as awkward as ever. Though, I hope not.

he cleared his throat and sat up onto his knees and looked at the both of them. “Erm- well, uh you see, your bodies… are going through some kind of changes…” he tried explaining as calmly as possible, even though in his mind, he was literally freaking out as much as his daughters were.

the two shared an identical, panicked and confused glance before looking back at Suguru. “What do you mean? Are we turning into some kind of lizard or something!?” Nanako exclaimed. Geto shook his head quickly with a, “no, no, no. You won’t turn into a lizard!” He let out a few snickers before saying, “it’s more like, it’s something that happens to ladies when they get to a certain age… like you! You’re both 12, right?” They both nod. Geto took in a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, look. I’m going to call Miss Suda over and, hopefully she will explain a little more to you guys, okay? I’ll go ahead and give her a quick call right now.”

he stood up and walked out of the small room to grab his phone. He didn’t notice till now that his body was literally shaking, as well as his hands. He feels as if he’s going to cry himself, his girls. His daughters. It’s like he just found them yesterday still so small and young, but now, they were growing up into fine little ladies. And he’s proud.

he scrolled through the names on his contact list and clicked on Manami’s name.

“Hello?” A female’s voice sounded over the cellphone.

he took another deep breath and said, “it happened. It’s that “time of the month”” he murmured through the phone. it was quiet for a moment before Manami finally said, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

___

Moments later, Suda-San and his daughters were in the bathroom together so that the older women can explain to them about this unusual experience and give them the items they need. Meanwhile Geto was in Miguel’s and Larue’s arms whimpering and crying while the two handed him a box of tissues.

His little girls were growing up.

[lavenderjewels]

the other cursed womb death paintings just sitting on the picnic table with the brothers will always be such a morbidly hilarious image, even more so if yuuji genuinely ends up eating them later in the manga

[skade32]

Inspired by ABBA’s “Slipping through my fingers” lyrics:

I read a fic on AO3 with these lyrics and I WISH I REMEMBERED THE NAME SO I COULD RECOMEND IT

I was inspired to like encapsulate some ‘childhood memories’ of the Fushiguro siblings that I like to imagine Gojo has reminders of in the form of drawings and objects and letters and photos in his office.

In my found family fantasies, Gojo would relate to these lyrics regarding Tsumiki (don’t come after me I know this is mostly copium idc) and her sudden disappearance from his life. Also a little bit for Megumi who is not so suddenly, but nonetheless moving farther away from him as he both becomes an adult and no longer needs Gojo as much as he once did.

This was not really planned to be a whole thing. I initially just drew the bottom panel for fun bc I’m extremely not normal about teenage-single-parent-gojo (again I’m aware of the copium please don’t burn me at the stake) and idk I just couldn’t tear myself away from working on it and the next thing I knew it built itself up to the whole page and I hope other people can enjoy it as much as I have.

Description:

A graph paper notebook page covered entirely with a graphite sketch of a quickly thrown together comic scene. Two panels are featured atop the background which appears to be a cluttered desk in the foreground with numerous kinds of papers strewn about from mission reports to a letter addressed to Tsumiki. Amongst the papers in the top right corner, just adjacent to the first featured panel, a traditional jar of ink supports a dark pen, gently resting at an angle against the ink well. The pen seems to have been carelessly put aside as ink still drips down into the well below. The small portion of the scene not taken up by the desk has the walls, covered entirely by nondescript talismans, loosely sketched so not to drive too much attention from the subjects of the piece.

Wax drips from long-neglected candles, leaving almost no remnants of the once smooth and unblemished form it must have held just hours earlier that day. The residues of the wax leave bulbous trails, stopping just before the edge of the candle-holder sitting just to the left of the first feature panel.

Within the first panel is a scene of a little girl, squatting down so her shorts sit just above the heels of her little rubber rain boots. She seems distracted, lost in thought, as the rain pelts her and the sidewalk beside her becomes more reminiscent of a canal rather than a pedestrian pathway. The overgrown garden of the small cottage she loiters by fades into the misty sky, dark leafy bushels obscured by the soft glow of a lamplight to her left shoulder which complains achingly to the deafened thoughts of Tsumiki’s mind, still lost pondering the butterfly that rests gently upon her outstretched fingers, lovingly sheltered from the oppression of each raindrop which could rip its fragile scales in an instant. Such danger seems to not affect Tsumiki as she endures the assault from the heavens to endure the butterfly gets not a drop on his fragile wings. Her left hand holds the umbrella at such an angle that tree butterfly’s safety is assured, her own soggy hair a small price to pay for preserving such a beautiful creature.

Connecting the edge of this panel’s bottom edge to the background, a small square with a slanted cursive script writes “Slipping through my fingers all the time…”

The second panel, shifted slightly to the right of the former, occupying the focus of the bottom half of the page, displays a simpler image. The bright smile of a certain white haired idiot grows brighter as black spikes hair brushes against his chin. His dimple’s grow deeper when he notices the camera flashing at him and his disgruntled child relenting finally to sleep against his collarbone— leaving no doubt to any onlooker that the smile reached his eyes, true glee racking the young man’s expression as he jokingly flaps a limp hand about in a greeting gesture towards the camera. Whether or not Megumi’s participation in this memory was unwitting or not, that was up for debate. Regardless, the boy was clearly exhausted. Likely from some kind of jujutsu training after a mission that day if his athletic shorts and Gojo’s uniform were any indication.

A text box yet again connects to the bottom left corner of this panel reading: “…I try to capture every minute…”

[literaila]

Can we get a scene where reader and satoru get sent to the principals office? I think it would be so chaotic

“y/n,” satoru coos, poking at your cheek. “c’mon, i know you want to say something.”

you slap his hand away, refusing to look at him.

“you’re scowling, and your mouth keeps twitching,” your face hardens even more and satoru sighs. “just let it out. it’s just us, you know? no need to feel self conscious around little old me.”

you let his stupid arrogant voice ring out, crossing your arms.

your eyes are drooping, your neck is sore and you feel… furious, idiotic, nervous, and most of all—furious.

this is all gojo’s stupid fault, with his stupid ideas, his stupid sunglasses, and his stupid gps.

seriously, how dumb can one person be?

you’ve gotten in trouble with him before—for bickering during training, or stealing his snacks, or being late for dinner because someone forgot how to tie his shoes—but it’s never been this bad.

yaga’s never had to step out of the classroom for so long to… what? avoid a heart attack? keep his head from exploding?

so if you’re ignoring satoru and secretly plotting his demise, who can blame you?

if nanami were here, he would approve.

gojo groans. “just say something,” he pleads. “i hate the silent treatment. i might die. do you want me to die?”

and maybe it’s his tone of voice, or the innocence he’s showboating, or his mental incompetence, but you break.

“go to hell,” you hiss, still staring at the chalk board.

damn it.

he grins at you, pulling on the sleeve of your shirt. “that’s not very friendly,” he tells you. “what would haibara say?”

maybe you can’t look at him because his face is another one of your breaking points. if only yaga was as susceptible to his grin as you.

“he would tell you to stop antagonizing me,” you slump down in your seat, feet tapping against the floor anxiously.

“what? i wouldn’t do that to my favorite underclassman.”

“this is all your fault.”

satoru snorts. “i cant even drive,” he argues. “and you’re the one who made the key.”

“only because i was listening to you! you told me no one would even notice.”

“i don’t recall.”

“‘c’mon, y/n,’” you mock, “‘it’ll be fine. everyone’s sleeping. don’t you wanna go for a joyride?’”

“who is that supposed to be?”

“i can’t believe you.”

satoru sighs. “how is this my fault? you’re the one who couldn’t sleep.”

you finally turn to him, eyes sharper than daggers. his smile can go to hell too.

“i hope you’ve enjoyed your life so far because it’s going to be over as soon as we get out of here.”

“go ahead and try, sweetheart.”

“i will kill you—“

satoru shakes his head. then he holds his hands up in defense. “you try and help a friend,” he says, so pitifully. “you try to be nice and instead of thank you, you get threatened.”

you lean towards him unconsciously. everything about satoru is a antithesis to evolution, to karma. “you want me to thank you for getting me potentially expelled?”

he laughs. “you’re worried about yaga? that pushover? when me and suguru broke that wall he just told us that curfew was an hour earlier.”

“well we didn’t break a wall, you dimwit! we stole a car!”

satoru taps at the table, snorting. “dimwit? that’s what you came up with?”

“it’s four in the morning!”

“is that why you’re so moody?”

“i am not moody,” you kick at his leg. “you’re just annoying.”

if nothing else, at least the bickering is a nice distraction from the actual crisis at hand.

in a couple of days you’ll probably appreciate this moment for what it is. appreciate gojo for caring about your insomnia and pulling you away from your hell of a world for at least a couple of hours.

you’ll recognize him for what he is. you’ll remember that the only reason you agreed to a late night drive with him is because of those eyes, because he smiled at you when he asked and—

you’ll look back at this fondly someday.

but for right now you would like to blame gojo for everything and punch him in his stupid face.

he nudges you back. “you’re freaking out about this for no reason.”

“we’re locked in a classroom waiting for yaga’s verdict,” you grind out, “he dragged you in by your ear.”

gojo waves a hand. he leans back in the chair, hands behind his head. “he’ll yell at us for an hour and then make us clean the common room.”

“i saw a vein on his forehead.”

“that’s always been there.”

you sigh and close your eyes. “i’m going to be homeless. i’m gonna be kicked out and i’ll have to work at a gas station for the rest of my life and i’ll probably be fired and i’ll never amount to anything.”

satoru laughs.

you whine, laying across the desk. “i’m never going to see shoko again.”

“i’m sure she’ll visit you at the gas station. you know how much she smokes.”

you make a face. “i’ll have to find some old rich guy to marry.”

“just marry me instead,” satoru suggests, easily.

you give him a blank stare. “you’re already dead in this scenario.”

he yawns, looking around. then he turns back to you. “are you really only going to miss shoko? what about me?”

“i’ll go to your funeral, i guess.”

satoru pouts. “i was helping you! i’m older and wiser. just trust me on this.”

“i trusted you when you said there was no way for yaga to find out.”

“okay…” satoru licks his lips. “so i make one mistake.”

you glare at him. “one?”

he grins. “at least if we get expelled, we’ll be expelled together.”

“are you kidding? me and one of the three special grade sorcerers? you’ll get a slap on the wrist.”

satoru contemplates this for a moment, and you suddenly realize that he looks.. tired. did he stay up just to entertain you? should you feel bad for getting him in trouble because he wanted to make you feel better? should you care about him at all?

he taps at his chin, another smile breaking his face. “you bring up a good point. i’ll just threaten yaga if he tries to kick you out.”

you groan, rubbing your eyes, deciding you don’t care if he’s tired or not. “i genuinely don’t know how you’ve survived this long.”

“well, it’s—“

and then the classroom door opens.

both of you sit up—because despite whatever satoru might say, you know he’s just feigning nonchalance. if anything, he’s at least dreading a lecture.

its just instinctual when you open your mouth, really.

“it’s all gojo’s fault—“

“she’s the one who crashed the car—“

you both turn to each other simultaneously, words clashing into one another.

satoru frowns and you point a finger at him. “it’s called parking you asshole—“

and, okay. maybe its a little bit your fault.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 354 | id in alt

Bro did DOOKIE. The dog don't count.

[epickiya722]

Folks not beating the thirsty allegations over that volume 29 Sukuna cover, I see.

[yutamayo]

Do you think Geto Suguru deserved better friends?

Geto Suguru deserves the moon and the stars.

In relation to your question though, I think he had the great friends he deserved, but they just hadn't grown up in time to realize that friendship can't heal everything.

I think they tried their best with Geto, or felt they had at the time. They all had fun together, faced horrors, and grew together; but the mentality of "we can do anything" was a double edged sword.

For example, Gojo said "we're the strongest." The hope and naivete they all had in their ability to keep moving forward stopped them from ever imagining their friend could succumb to all the pain. I'm not blaming Geto in any way, but nobody is a mind reader. He wasn't well and it showed, but he did hide the majority of it from the people who would have helped him (if he had asked the right ones). I don't think he wanted to show weakness, a.k.a his wavering faith in the Jujutsu way, and I think that's why he asked the older sorcerer about his dark thoughts instead of his close friends. He saw them as they saw themselves; strong enough to overcome anything. And I believe they felt he saw himself that way too.

They had too much faith in strength because I know, even when noticing his struggles, they likely believed he'd get through it. He always had, until he didn't.

I don't think believing someone can get through struggle makes you a bad friend, and I wouldn't say they didn't try hard enough to notice the signs because at that point, they had too much faith. They all thought they were in it together.

Obviously we could say looking back, "Why didn't you keep asking him what was wrong, even though he answered 'nothing' the first time." But life, and friendship, isn't that simple. Unfortunately most people only learn to push past the face value of the people they love, when they've learned from previous misfortunes. And sadly, they had to learn that from Geto's downfall. What he did wasn't something they could recover from, obviously, so there was no, "Let's work on this."

It was just like every other shock, like when a friend commits suicide and you look back thinking, "I didn't know it was that bad."

On top of the fact they were distracted by life & death situations every day/basically saving the world, and alongside the fact I don't believe anything like that had happened with a Jujutsu Sorcerer before Geto, they just didn't think it was a possibility.

I get that, and I feel that anyone who says they don't, is lying to themselves.

That's why people remind others to check in on their friends. Like, really check in. Sometimes, we have too much faith in our loved ones strengths.

He had amazing friends, and I only wish they had been given the opportunity to express their pain more. If anything, I blame the leaders and higher-ups at JJHigh. They definitely didn't have enough mental/emotional supports for the literal teenagers thrown into that kind of world, and I could never blame those kids for not understanding the consequences of carrying that weight until they were forced to face them.

It reminds me of a quote I love;

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I'm sorry I keep saying, how are you? When I really mean, are you happy? - Ocean Vuong

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I know this is an anime post but, check in on your loved ones, please.

And ask twice.