#my wellbeing is at stake gege

[m3ntal-hiatus]

gojo has one printed photo of geto, just one.

not two, because where’s the incentive to take care of them both? if the other is tarnished, he has a backup. there’s nothing that could make him cherish two or three, and love them equally.

no, he has one.

sure, he could have more. it wouldn’t be the same.

just. one.

sometimes it’s framed, sitting pretty on his desk or bedside table. sometimes it’s tucked carefully into his wallet.

sometimes, arguably most of the time, it’s in his hands.

it’s an ugly photo of him, really. he wasn’t ready for it and didn’t even know there was a camera pointed at him. candid — his head thrown back in a genuine hearty laugh, teeth and all.

gojo had managed to bug (beg) shoko enough to let him rifle through her old flip phone since he, of course, hadn’t bothered to take any photos of his own other than the odd selfie or two. he eventually scrolled far enough in shoko’s gallery that he found it, the date reading back to their earliest days at Jujutsu Tech. he almost hated himself for smiling with the photo.

he never gave shoko her phone back and she hadn’t asked for it. he had that photo printed, but only once.

he had to prove to himself that he could keep one good thing in his life.

[m3ntal-hiatus]

my greatest griefs are all stemming from my pookies in parallel peril