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omgeto · 1 year

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☆ GHOSTING — GETO SUGURU X READER

summary: after being made aware of your long term ex boyfriends plans to 'fix' the world, you knew that you had to try and stop him. but seeing him for the first time in a decade; all the love, the hate, the heartbreak comes right back to you both and you realise you care about him a lot more than you thought.

wc: 4.7k (of pure goodness....)

cw: afab!reader, mdni, angst to fluff (kinda) cult leader ex boyfriend!geto, kinda sorta canon (its the day that geto yk...) he eats you out like its his last meal, half hate fucking, full making love, and a whole lot of geto being culty and cunty. this one has a plot people!!

authors note: guys yk I love a good exes to lovers fic so the argument in this one hits different and the whole idea of you and suguru breaking up just before he runs off to run his cult really gets to me, so I hope you enjoy this one.

geto suguru hasn’t seen you in years, in almost a decade, and is still reeling harshly from how you left him when he needed you. but somehow he finds himself rushing to meet you when he gets the four word text from your number—which is still saved in his phone under ‘my girl’— saying, ‘we need to talk.’

he knows exactly what you want to speak about, he could easily put together why today of all days you’d want to see —after vanishing him for just over a decade. he figured gojo probably gave word to you, as from when you’ve been young and growing up together, you’ve all known that if gojo couldn’t get through to him, you could.

he opens the door to your apartment, knowing that you wouldn’t have locked it—you always had a habit of leaving it open for him. and there you are, standing in the dimly lit room, waiting for his arrival. the years have etched subtle changes onto your face and in your demeanour, but the essence of who you are remains unchanged. time may have separated you, but in this moment, it feels as though it has never passed.

“you can't do this,” is the first thing you say, your voice steady despite the unexpected surge of emotions upon seeing him again. you didn't think seeing him after all this time would affect you, but it did. his hair is longer, his frame more imposing, but that unmistakable smirk remains, a haunting reminder of the man you once knew.

“wow right to the chase,” he chuckles bitterly, his presence taking up the room as he enters the room further, “i forgot you never really had a thing for beating around the bush.”

you meet his bitter chuckle with a steady gaze, your resolve unwavering. the years of separation have done nothing to diminish the intensity of your connection, the push and pull between you two.

"it's not the time for games, suguru," you reply, your tone serious. "you know why i called you here."

he sighs, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. the weight of his plans, the burden he carries, is evident in the lines etched on his face. "i figured you'd call sooner or later."

the room seems to shrink as the gravity of the situation hangs between you. the man you once knew, the one who could make your heart race with a smile, now stands before you, shrouded in darkness.

"i won't let you go through with this," you say firmly, your eyes never leaving his. "there's another way, suguru. there has to be."

for a moment, his façade cracks, and you catch a glimpse of the person he used to be, the one who believed in a better world. but then the hardness returns to his eyes, and he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.

"you always were too idealistic," he mutters, almost to himself. "but i can't turn back now. the world needs this change."

"what happened to you?" you snap out, your words laced with a bitter edge that hangs heavily in the air. it's a question that carries the weight of your years of frustration, anger, and confusion. but you knew what happened to him; everyone knew.

his reaction is immediate, and the room seems to tremble with his anger. his gaze narrows, and the atmosphere becomes charged with tension. "you don't get to ask that," he spits out, his voice dripping with bitterness. "you left, remember? you abandoned me when i needed you the most."

“it wasn’t like that,” you argue, leaning forward, your body tense. “by the time i left you were already gone, being physically present in a relationship doesn’t mean anything if your mind is fucking checked out all the time. at that point i was just dating a shell of you.”

“is that how you justify it?" he retorts, his anger unabated. "you think leaving was the solution?”

you clench your fists, your own anger rising to meet his. "i did what i had to do to protect myself, suguru. you were spiralling, consumed by your own darkness. I couldn't save you"

his eyes blaze with a mixture of fury and hurt. "you think i needed saving?

“you still need saving,” you scoff gesturing to him standing right in front of you, “just because you couldn’t save—”

“don’t even go there,” he interrupts, his hand raising to stop you. he knew you were talking about riko, “i’ve made peace with that.”

“oh have you?” you accuse, “since it seems to me, you’ve been on a killing spree, ever since.”

“other people died y’know,” he hisses out, “remember haibara? he was your fucking friend, but you weren’t even there.”

“this isn’t about me,” you say disregarding his comment, regret seeping through you, “you think i haven’t kept tabs on you since i’ve been away. who have you become?”

he glares at you, his anger evident. "i've become what the world needs," he snaps, his voice heavy. "someone willing to do what it takes to change things."

"and is killing a village full of people the way to do that?" you challenge, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. "killing your..." You pause, overwhelmed by the thoughts and images of what he's done. "was killing your parents worth it?"

his expression hardens, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of regret in his eyes, but it's quickly masked by his resolve. "i had to make sacrifices," he says coldly. "it's a small price to pay for a greater cause."

“you can’t truly think that,” you say, taking a step closer to him, your fists still clenched at your sides. “how did it feel killing them then? to take away the lives of your own parents who were innocent?” you probe, you knew that there was some part of him that must feel bad.”

“you’re about… ten years too late to be trying to have this conversation with me,” he shrugs, the turmoil that geto felt when he first set out on his mission has ceased. the guilt he felt for killing his parents, even the grief he had for something that he caused, wasn’t a factor for him anymore.

your frustration boils over as you press him further. "so, you've become heartless, then?" you challenge. the room seems to tighten around you as you await his response. "a cold-blooded killer who's convinced himself that the ends justify the means?"

geto's gaze narrows, his patience dwindling. "it's not about being heartless. it's about doing what's necessary to achieve our goals."

"your goals," you emphasise, "not mine. and not the goals of the innocent people you've hurt along the way."

he sighs, exasperation creeping into his voice. "you always had a way of making everything so complicated, questioning every choice. you left because you couldn't handle the real world."

you shake your head, unwilling to accept his justifications. "no, i left because i couldn't stand by and watch you become a monster."

“so i’m just a monster, yeah?” he retorts, stepping towards you, his anger evident across his face, you could see your words triggered him, and as he gets closer you could feel your facade faltering.

your heart races as he approaches, and you raise a hand instinctively, palm out, to signal him to stop. "don't come any closer," you warn, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. there was no rational reason to be scared of him, you’ve known him for years, and despite everything that he’s done —what he’s become— there was still a part of you that believed that he wouldn’t hurt you.

but geto ignores your plea, his determination unwavering. he grabs your hand firmly, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the intensity of the moment. his dark eyes bore into yours, and he speaks in a low, taunting tone, "why? are you scared that with me being this close, you're going to realise that you loved a monster? that you're still in love with him?"

you grit your teeth, refusing to let him get under your skin. "suguru, you don't get to manipulate me with your twisted version of love," you retort, your voice laced with defiance. "i won't let you use my feelings against me.

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you're torn between the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. the memories of the love you once shared, the pain of his transformation into something unrecognisable, and the lingering attraction between you all crash together in this charged moment.

you try to pull your hand away, to regain control of the situation, but geto's grip tightens, preventing your escape. his face inches closer to yours, and despite your better judgement, your breath hitches. “manipulation, huh?” geto muses, his mouth so close to yours that you feel his breath faintly brush across your lips. you look up at him through your lowered eyelashes, and in that fleeting pause, so small that it’s almost imperceptible, you find yourself considering the gravity of your actions, if only for a moment.

the feeling of doubt is short lived, as you press your lips against geto’s, his mouth immediately moulding into yours. the kiss is searing, as you push your bodies against each other, he releases your hand from his grip, his hands move to cradle your head, holding it in place as he deepens the kiss, bruising your lips with his.

everything about geto is familiar, the taste of him, the warmth of his mouth, the way he consumes you. his tongue explores yours, wrestling for control as your arms scratch at him trying to tug off his robe. you wanted him to feel you, all of you—your touch, your lips, your hurt, your anger, the love that you still have that you thought was small. but after seeing him, kissing him, you realise is still an overwhelmingly large part of you.

you pull apart to catch your breath, staring hard at each other, but there’s barely a moment wasted before your back on eachother. kissing each other feverishly, as you rip off each other's clothes, he pushes you hard, your back slamming against the nearest piece of furniture as his mouth latches onto your neck. his kisses cascade down your body, stopping at your breasts as he unhooks your bra, tossing it aside.

“i missed these,” he murmurs, as his lips descend onto your tits, his face nuzzling at your chest as he sucks and pulls at your nipples with his teeth. “and i missed this,” he continues to mumble, his hands cupping your clothed pussy, his finger lightly caressing your slit.

you arch forward into his touch, wanting to feel him more and chuckles saying, “even after all these years, you still respond to my touch just the same.” his fingers plunge into your panties, brushing against your clit and he smirks as your lips part a stifled moan escaping your lips—proving his point.

“s-shut up,” you hiss out, as you slowly start to gyrate against his fingers. although it was obvious from the way you were already soaking your underwear, you didn’t want to admit how good he is actually making you feel—you just couldn’t give him the satisfaction. geto raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, as he watches you bite your lip trying to contain your moans, as his fingers inch into your inviting pussy.

geto’s body moves down yours as he removes his lips from your tits, continues to press kisses down your stomach, as he drops down to his knees —his eyes level with your cunt. he presses a kiss to your covered pussy, before sliding off your panties. his mouth is just about to latch onto you but he pauses looking up at you, his gaze unwavering, “you want this right?” you nod slowly, your anticipation brewing as your eyes lock onto his, “use your words.”

you release an exasperated huff, but he remains steadfast, his raised eyebrow a silent declaration that he won't act until you tell him what he wants to hear. the room seems to pulse with tension, the growing desire between you mounting with each heartbeat.

your hands slide it’s way into his hair, pushing your fingers through his scalp, as you grin, you voice is low and sultry as you say, “i want it.” his mouth envelopes your pussy and you push his head into you deeper, forcing your nose into your arousal. he inhales you, taking in your scent as he presses his face in your cunt.

“such a pretty pussy,” he mutters lowly, you could feel the vibrations spread through your pussy. his tongue strokes down your slit, before pushing into you, he twists and slurps at you trying to suck out all of your juices.

geto nibbles at your clit, tugging at it with his teeth before bringing his fingers back to cunt. shoving two fingers in roughly. you pull his hair harshly, the feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit leaving your mind blank. “ah f-fuck,” you cry out, as geto’s strokes grow more intense.

“c’mon let me hear you more,” geto prompts, pulling away slightly from your pussy, his lips plump and coated from your wetness. he grabs one of your legs and hikes it over his shoulder, the angle allowing him to force his fingers into you further, curling them up in your pussy as he goes back to shoving his face in your sobbing cunt.

you grind your pussy in his face, working with him in getting you off. both of your movements were frantic, geto is eating your pussy with such eagerness, hungrily trying to drink all of your cum. “i’m close s-sugu i’m—” you choke out, feeling yourself slipping down the wall you pressed against, but geto holds you upright, his large hand keeping your thigh hooked over his shoulder and roughly pushing you up against the wall.

geto grins against your cunt, your moans and cries is a sound he didn’t realise how much he missed until he heard them now. you laboured breathing, stammered sentences told him that you were reading cum, but he just had to push you further. so he adds one more finger, sending it straight to your spot, twisting and pushing it in your pussy so hard that tears brim your eyes. he was so relentless, you always loved that about him, how he knows your body in and out, he knew exactly where to touch, and just how far he should push to have you becoming a mess for him.

you couldn’t take him anymore, so you cum, hard. your pussy releasing ropes and ropes of cum, all over geto’s fingers and his face, and he laps at it, munching all your cum with excitement. “i know you can give me more than that,” he muses, pressing his thumb down on your clit, rubbing at it aggressively as you cum. your eyes roll back, as he repeatedly flicks at your cum, and before you know it, you're squirting all over his face.

geto’s eyes widen, and he doesn’t stop playing with your pussy, until you bow your head in submission, worn out from all the cum you’ve released over him. your hands slide out of his hair, as you try and catch your breath and geto peppers your cunt and your thighs with kisses finally letting your thigh come off his shoulders. “damn your pussy’s still as sweet as ever.”

“stop with the talking,” you mumble, as you pull him up to his feet, your lips forcing their way back onto him. your hands frantically explore each other's bodies as you drag him to your bedroom, pushing him on your bed. “i can’t fucking stand you,” you mutter to yourself, your denial evident, as you straddle him, pulling his dick out of his boxers.

you pause briefly at the sight, his thick, long dick staring at you. you hear geto chuckle at your reaction, your eyes meet his with a challenging look exchanged between you, he raises his eyebrow at you, a silent dare on whether you’ll actually be able to get the control that you’re aiming to have.

you hover over his dick, your pussy still dripping, geto bites his lip in anticipation as you tease him, slowly edging yourself down onto him. your pussy greedily, takes in his dick as you force yourself down on him as immediately fills you, stretching out your cunt with one push. you start to ride him, hard and fast, rocking your body forward as you bounce up and down on him, your hand pressing down on his stomach to keep you steady.

geto sits up, stifling a moan as he feels your cunt clench around his dick with everyone of your movements. he tries to thrust up into you, but he just can’t match the relentless rhythm you had, “f-fuck,” he exhales, a moan escaping his mouth, and you smirk —you have him just where you wanted him.

“you alright there suguru?” you mock, the grin spread across your face unmissable as you grind yourself down against him, tightening your pussy around his pole as you slid up and down. the bite on his lip hardens as he pulls it further between his teeth to suppress another moan.

but geto doesn’t submit for long, his hand slaps you across your tits and his fingers pinch your nipples, twisting and tugging them, causing you to arch your back as you wail. “d’you r-really think you run shit here?” he groans, flicking at your nipples with every word, “you’ll never be in control, not with me,” he taunts.

“oh really?” you retort, as you still continue to move your ass, meeting his hips. you can feel him start to pick up his pace, trying to match yours, his hips slightly thrusting upwards, his dick pushing into you deeper.

“yeah,” he says confidently through gritted teeth, one of his hands pulling away from your nipples and onto your ass, harshly grabbing one of your cheeks to steady himself as he drills into you further, “because you’re still my girl.”

you still at his words, you knew he didn’t mean it but you couldn’t help but react to the name that he always used to refer to you as. geto could see your eyes become vacant, as you think back to the memories when you were truly his girl. you used to revel in that —the feeling of being his. he takes advantage of your pause, your rhythm halted as he takes over, now setting the pace as he charges his dick into you, stuffing you further.

“suguru f-fuck you’re so—” you sob out, as he breaks down your wall, his strokes hitting your spot perfectly. your body buckles, crumbling at the force that geto was using as he repeatedly thrusts into you, his hand pushing you in further so his dick can get an even better angle in you.

“i’m so what?” he retorts, knowing you wouldn’t be able to string an answer together from the way he is fucking you dumb. geto couldn’t deny that he is getting some joy out seeing you all drunk on his dick, reduced to nothing but moans and incoherent sentences, he liked being the one to break you down. “am i still a monster, someone you can’t stand being around?”

you sloppily nod your head, trying to keep some resolve, but your efforts are pointless since all the insults and accusations you were spouting earlier are now futile, you lost your care in getting him to do the right thing, all you want now is for him to stay like this — inside of you.

“s-shit i can’t take it a-anymore im gonna cu—” you force out, clenching yourself around little his dick hard as you feel your orgasm building up. but geto’s movements stop for a second as he pulls his dick out of you, flipping you over, your back landing hard on your bed. he leans over you, his focus fixed on you, but at this point, his eyes don’t hold the same heartache, and hurt that they did when he first stepped into your house. the geto that is looking at you now, is the one who’d always look at you everyday, ten years ago —with love and longing.

he strokes his dick down your aching pussy, teasing you with it, but just before he puts it in, his hand caresses your face cupping your chin as he says, “when i said you were still my girl, i meant it y’know?” and your lips part in surprise at his admission. “although it hurt me, when you left me, you just never stopped being my girl.”

“suguru i-i don’t know what to say,” you stammer, and you didn’t realise until he swipes under your eye, that you were crying. there was so much more to your relationship with geto than just some highschool romance, you loved another, and no one could tell you otherwise.

“tell me that you are,” he prompts, now pressing kisses to your tear stained face, his lips moving down to yours, “tell me that you are still my girl,” he finishes in between kisses. his hopeful eyes still remain on yours, and you could feel him slowly inching his dick into you.

you wrap your legs around his back, your arms hooking around his neck as you pull his head next to yours, your mouth near his ear as you whisper, “i am still yours.” he pushes his dick back into you, his strokes deep and slow. it was different from before, there was no competition or hate between you as you fucked, you didn’t have a point to prove other than the fact that you still loved each other.

geto’s moans are loud, he has nothing to hold back as he growls lowly in your ear. the way he holds you, and takes his time kisses you and fucking you as if he was accounting for this potentially being his last ever time doing so. “i’ll never get enough of this.”

“then don’t go,” you whine, and your words hold a deeper meaning that you both knew but won’t acknowledge knowing it is pointless to discuss any further. you pull him into you deeper, your thighs clenching around him as your hold tightens.

the feeling of you pulling him in, has him clenching his eyes as your pussy takes him in, his mouth takes yours in a powerful kiss, before he mumbles “you gonna let me cum in you, leave you with every last bit of me.” you don’t even respond, just deepening the kiss, your head shaking in agreement.

you both cum together, geto spraying your walls as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into your exposed flesh as he continues to shoot ropes of cum inside of you. you claw at his back as you feel all of him enter you, your cum mixing with his as you cry out in full pleasure.

his forehead rests against yours, as the last bits of his cum enter you and neither of you say anything, all that can be heard is just heavy breaths coming from the both of you. you didn’t know what was to happen now, there was still so much left unsaid, unresolved and things have changed now that geto is literally stuffed inside of you.

geto is about to pull out of you finally, but you stop him muttering a faint, “stay,” and he does. he knows he had somewhere to be, things to do that are bigger than the both of you, but he just couldn’t leave when you ask him to stay. he manoeuvres your body so that you now lay atop him, comfortably cockwarming him as he thumb brushes gentle strokes down your arm.

“y’know i’ve got these two girls, who i think would love you,” he muses.

“what? did you manage to become a father whilst i was away?” you tease.

“something like that, yeah,” he mumbles, a small smile forming on his face as thoughts of nanako and mimiko flash through his mind — they’re a bittersweet reminder of the new life he’s built without you, one that you wouldn’t be able to fit in. it wasn’t that long ago that you’d have thoughts about geto fathering your own kids, dreams of somewhat of a domestic life that you’d now never get to have with him.

“well maybe i can meet them,” you say non-committedly.

“yeah maybe…” his voice falters, as you both know that it would never happen.

“do you enjoy it then?” you ask, “this ‘new’ life of yours.” you could tell just by the brief mention of nanako and mimiko and the way he carries himself that he does enjoy his life, but you were hoping that he’d still answer no.

geto hesitates for a moment, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as he contemplates your question, “i…” he begins, his gaze returning to yours, “i won’t lie. it’s different, and there’s moments i find true solace in it, this has been my life for a long time now, so it’s just something i’ve really gotten used to.”

“and you’re happy to go back to it, after this?” your question is loaded, and you feel dumb for even asking but when you did call him over to get him to not go through with his plans, of course your motivations have slightly changed, but your goal is still the same.

“i don’t think you should ask me to make a choice, knowing that im not going to choose you,” he grits out, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but

“you’re not gonna win you know, satoru wouldn’t let it happen,” you couldn’t help yourself, the rejection he just gave you stung, and you wanted him to feel what you felt.

but geto doesn’t bite, he knows you’re hurting—that he’s the cause of it, so he lets you hurt, his hold tightening comfortably as you sulk in his arms. geto places a kiss on your temple, ignoring your comment as he concludes, “let’s just not, okay?”

geto stays with you until your breathing settles into a steady rhythm, and you don’t notice him slipping out of you. he cleans you up and tucks you into your bedsheets, giving you one final stare as if he’s trying to keep a mental image of how you look when he’s last seen you. his lips meet yours in a final, chaste kiss and he mutters a promise that he didn’t think you’d hear, but you do, stirring awake as his lips leave yours, “i’ll see you again… eventually.”

you wake up to an empty room, the warmth of geto's presence replaced by a stark emptiness. the realisation hits you like a wave of cold water – he's gone, leaving nothing behind but soiled sheets and a hollow ache in your chest. there's no note, no message, no trace of his ever being there, except for the lingering scent of him that clings to the air. you know that someone will eventually inform you of the outcome of the night, but deep down, you already suspect that his last promise to you will end up being broken.

AN: first like proper proper real juicy fic that ive written in a long time imo and its just like this took me so long since im soooo sensitive about my geto fics and im just like overly critical about my angsty and fluff and plot fics and my smut and JUST EVERYTHING but I managed to get it all done and I think some parts of this really hit hard. the ending is ofc bittersweet since if we go by canon, he goes and yuta beats his fuckinggg ass and he dies wtf but... the true ending is really up to your imagination. (not really) like dont even think about the ending just focus on the fact that they NEVER TELL EACHOTHER THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE UR SO IN LOVE THAT YOU ADMITTING THAT UR STILL 'HIS GIRL' IS ALL THE CONFIRMATION HE NEEDS. my finished an are sooo long why because I FUCKING CAN SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY, PLEASE LMK UR THOUGHTS AND SLAY ALL DAY also thank you @kazushawty and @biscuitsngravie for reading and supporting me 🥹🥹

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arcanarix · 19 days

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Fated Divergence, Ch. 10 // Yandere! Suguru Geto X Non-Sorcerer Darling (Finale)

AO3 (+prev. chapter)

Word Count: 5.5K

cw // mc riding gojo like no tomorrow for the gojo/reader parts,

It had been a few months since you found yourself settled within the walls of Jujutsu Tech, a place that had become your sanctuary as much as you new training ground. The world of jujutsu became your new reality. You met Gojo’s colleagues, his students—all of whom welcomed you with open arms.

The concept of all of this was still foreign to you, its presence imposing, woven into the very fabric of your surroundings. Despite not having been classified as a sorcerer or even been given a class, the school had granted you access to cursed tools—an acknowledgement of your recent brush with the arcane, particularly after the bone-chilling experience of having Suguru Geto’s ring in your possession, and against your will.

That ring, once a cold, malevolent band that had been etched into your memory, was now gone, yet its presence still lingered on your finger. You hadn’t the faintest idea how to harness or even detect cursed energy within yourself, and you hadn’t even seen ghosts yourself yet. The only exposure you had was that brief battle between Geto and Gojo, and then Gojo pulled you aside one day to demonstrate what he could do. He pulled out the classic soda can example. He crushed them without even being near them, or touching them. He explained he channeled pure cursed energy into that action, and you were in shock. You still didn’t quite understand since you couldn’t see anything, which of course, he understood. He promised you more one on one training sessions over your time there with him.

Satoru Gojo, in all of his nonchalant wisdom, casually mentioned in your last conversation how everyone possessed some latent form of cursed energy. For some, a natural gift—like with himself or Geto, he had to boast since they were both special grades—something that flowed effortlessly in their veins. For others, it was something that took years to master.

The notion that anyone could become a sorcerer through sheer effort, while an encouraging one, didn’t really pique your interest all that much, in the end. Your interest in the world of jujutsu was minimal. Abysmal, even. You held little desire to throw yourself into dangers you didn’t fully comprehend yourself.

Yet you found yourself willing to help Gojo out every now and then, where you could. After all, after everything Gojo had done for you, to shield you from Geto’s clutches, it was the least you could do.

Your phone—a sleek, cutting-edge model Satoru gifted you, and something way too fancy for you—suddenly vibrated, pulling you out of your thoughts. The new device was a part of your new identity, complete with a new number, a new life crafted in such a way to keep you hidden from Geto tracking you down.

His presence still haunted you even after your escape, your predator lurking in the shadows. Even after your escape, he sent you taunting images that left you on edge. Those photos, of you at your most vulnerable moments with Geto, had been taken without your knowledge. On occasion he even sent you lewd voice mails of jerking himself off to the thought of you, explicit and disgusting and downright obscene. You deleted each one he sent, not bothering to listen after the first time. Everything about Suguru Geto horrified you, and thus Gojo took immediate action. Only one person in the world knew you were still alive—someone you could trust beyond measure.

“—Mei!” you exclaimed, a surge of warmth flooding through you as she greeted you over the line. “Oh my God, girl. I know. I have so much to get you up to speed on, but you first!”

Her laughter, light and comforting, was like a cooling balm to your overactive nerves.

“Aw man, well, my life can’t be as interesting as yours was! It’s just work, terrible dates, more work.”

“If by interesting you mean downright traumatizing…” you muttered, the gravity of your words hanging briefly in the air before Mei’s nervous laughter dispelled it.

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” she replied, understanding. “I’m just glad you’re safe. When Gojo came to me with the updates, I was glad to know you were out of Geto’s hands.”

“Did he tell you anything else?” you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it. There was a tightness in your chest as you waited for a response.

“He spared me a lot of details. Guy’s full of mystery as he is full of himself. Such a turn-off, I swear…he has a pretty enough face to get away with it.”

You snorted, the tension finally easing slightly. “Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. He drives all of his colleagues and students insane.”

“But not you?” Mei teased, her voice carrying a knowing cadence.

“I’m not exempt from believing the fact that Satoru Gojo is the most obnoxious man alive,” you quipped, as a smirk tugged at your lips. “But he has the skill to back it up, which makes it even more annoying. He’s annoying about literally every damn thing.”

“And yet, that didn’t change your attraction to him at all,” Mei replied in a playful jab.

“Oh my God, don’t call me out like that! I…still haven’t told him.”

“Still?” Mei’s tone was incredulous. “Bro saved your life.”

“I know, I know,” you replied, frowning. “I just don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“What makes you say that? Do you think he doesn’t feel the same way? Because, girl, don’t make me come over there and knock some sense into that too smart noggin’ of yours. Sometimes you’re too smart to see what’s right in front of you and he’s totally into you!”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered her words.

“From the few interactions you had with him, and you’re so certain of it?”

“Girl yes! So hurry up and make your move! He’s probably waiting for you to.”

“Come on, Mei…it can’t be that simple. I’m still recovering from that whole thing with Geto. I’m still in shock from everything. I still feel like that ring is embedded into my finger,” you admitted, and as you did, glanced at your left hand, on your ring finger where the memory of that cursed tool was still vivid, still potent, even though it was long gone. “He…was the most terrifying man I’ve ever known.”

Mei fell silent, the line quiet save for the faint hum of her breath. Her empathy was a comfort in the stillness to you.

“Who says you can’t start a new relationship while you’re still healing? That being said, I get where you’re coming from. That must have been worse than a nightmare.”

You sighed exasperatedly.

“The crazy thing is, I can’t believe all of this shit is for real.”

“Girl, I’m just as shocked as you were! What’s next? Flat earthers being right?”

You busted up into laughter, the absurdity of the statement pulling you out of the deepest, darkest compartments of your mind. “No, no, I don’t think that’s quite in the same league.”

“Alright, alright. But seriously, I’m glad you’re in a safer place. As far as the rest of the world knows, you’re dead and gone. You still get a bit of benefits from the clinic, but you said something about Gojo being your benefactor now?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, leaning back against the plush silk pillows of your bed. Gojo had been spoiling you rotten in the best ways possible, and he wasn’t even your boyfriend. You’d like him to be. “The guy is made of money thanks to his ‘strongest sorcerer’ status. And I guess family wealth too.”

You could practically ‘hear’ her wraggling her eyebrows in that classic, trolling Mei way.

“Okay, so now you’ve basically got a sugar daddy.”

You gasped dramatically.

“Oh my God, Mei!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Not necessarily, but Gojo and I aren’t that far apart in age.”

“Fair, fair. Do you think he can get me one of those Cartier sunglasses? I’d kill to own a pair.”

“Those are like, ¥436,500 a pop! Are you crazy? That might not be a problem for Gojo, though. I can convince him. Your birthday’s coming up anyway. He’s basically at my beck and call.”

“Girl, you are the best! Okay, I’m going to let you go now! My shift is about to start! Love you!”

“Love you too.”

Click.

The line went dead, and in the quiet that followed, you found yourself staring at the door, as if expecting company. A soft rapping echoed through the room.

“Come in!” you sang.

The door creaked open, and there he was in the flesh, the devil himself—Satoru Gojo, his presence filling the room with an effortless command that always left you slightly bemused. Often in your company, he ditched his blindfold. You couldn’t help but find it flattering. He trusted you enough to reveal those striking, gorgeous blue eyes, the legendary Six Eyes of the Gojo clan that saw too much, knew too much. Everything, everywhere. All the time.

“Hey,” you greeted, your smile softening as you took in his relaxed posture. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

Gojo waved you off playfully.

“Nothing, nothing. I just missed the gift of your company,” he replied, his tone light and airy, but there was something you caught in his intense gaze, a depth that betrayed his casual words. He winked, a playful gesture that didn’t quite mask the concern in those eyes.

“So, what’s on your agenda today? Annoy me to tears?” you chuckled, though there was a genuine warmth in your voice, and you relented as soon as you saw his ‘kicked puppy’ expression. “I’m kidding. I love having you around.”

“God, I sure hope so, then otherwise what are we doing?” Gojo laughed with you, the sound rich like chocolate and genuine like pure leather. “Listen, we’ve been tracking Geto ever since we brought you here. Looks like he’s under the impression that you’re gone from the world. Convinced it was a cursed spirit that took you.”

You nodded, ignoring the twist in your gut at the mention of Suguru Geto; even speaking his name sent you into a frenzy. “I just hope it works. We haven’t had any issues thus far, right?”

“Yep. Thus far. No issues. You’re safe here as far as we know right now. You know, but there’s a war between sorcerers now. Between those who are on his side, and our side.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, the gravity of those words pressing down on you, at the prospect of meeting Geto again after everything. “I kind of figured as such. One day he might confront the school.”

Gojo’s expression darkened slightly, a rare glimpse of the seriousness that existed just beneath his carefree and boisterous exterior. He definitely could be serious where it mattered. Someone mentioned to you—you believed it was Principal Yaga—that his greatest strength, and greatest weakness, was his personality and how Gojo carried himself. You began to understand that sentiment the more you hung around him and watched him engage with his students and colleagues.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be prepared,” he declared, his voice full of conviction, determination…but even a hint of fear. Even after everything, Gojo didn’t want to lose his old friend. You were briefed a bit on their shared history, on the situation with Toji Fushiguro and the girl, Riko Amanai, who Toji killed, and on how Gojo saved Fushiguro’s son from the Zenin clan—a clan full of scumbags, according to him.

The world of jujutsu—a world where the line between safety and danger was exceptionally thin—was your new reality, your new normal. It would take a while to adjust, and you doubted Gojo expected you to understand everything right away.

“One day he might confront the school,” you repeated, in a softer voice, as if speaking the words aloud made the possibility more real.

Gojo frowned, but didn’t immediately respond. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a comforting shadow over your frame. His hand found yours, and for a moment, you let the world around you dispel like a spell cast. You looked up at him through your lashes, finding yourself returning that genuine smile of his.

“When that day comes,” he replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear—an oddly intimate gesture from him that you weren’t used to, and your breath hitched. “We’re in it together. ‘Til the end of the world. You’re not alone anymore.”

You froze at those words. Geto’s voice reverberated in your head like a haunting melody.

‘Til the end of the world, I am loyal to my Goddess.

You will never be alone now.

The memories bubbled forth, unbidden, relentless, dragging you back into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind. Your room began to close around you the way the walls in Geto’s temple did when he trapped you there.

Gojo’s expression shifted, his usual easygoing smile fading into a concerned frown as he caught onto the shift in your demeanor. That twinkle in his eyes dimmed, shutting off his Infinity, replaced by a softness as he called out your name, to bring you back to the present with him.

“Hey,” he called to you—gentle, loving, actually loving and so different from how Geto would address you, his voice like a lifeline pulling you to the shallow shores. “Hey, talk to me.”

You swallowed, the bitter, metallic tang of old wounds threatening to rise in your throat.

“Geto said those same things,” you laughed bitterly, voice hollow.

Gojo’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on him, your words struck him and knocking the wind out of his body like a physical blow.

“I…” His strong voice faltered, his usual confidence slipping from his fingers as he searched for the right words. For someone with Six Eyes and keen senses, he didn’t have the best emotional capacity at times—he was a deeply flawed individual and he knew it. “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s not your fault,” you interjected, finding strength in your voice again—though still laden with the remnants of past, not so distant anguish. “Don’t think for a second that it’s your fault.”

“I know, I know. I just—it surprised me, that’s all,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair, his eyes shimmering with some turmoil in his eyes for what you went through with his old friend.

Things fell silent for a moment. You swore the shadows of your not so distant past might swallow you whole, dragging you back into the deep, dark abyss from which you had only just begun to emerge from and still struggled to accept.

Gojo adjusted in his spot, breaking the tension with the ease of someone now accustomed to chasing away storm clouds—it came with the territory of being a jujutsu instructor, you supposed.

“Okay, enough of this deep, heavy shit,” he began, his voice bright and airy through sheer will to not think about these things alone. If there was another thing you learned Gojo was bad at, it was confronting his true emotions. Not like you were much better in that department, either, so you had no right to judge him. “How ‘bout we go out for ice cream? You’ve been kind of couped up in here for a while and then we can do some training with the others to burn off all that sugar. Yeah?”

You blinked owlishly, the abrupt change in tone catching you off guard, that you couldn’t help but laugh. His ability to turn even the darkest moments into something lighthearted was both infuriating and endearing, like sunlight breaking through the storm clouds—much like him.

“You’re just wanting an excuse to eat something sweet, aren’t you?” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite the lingering ache in your chest. “Gotta stimulate that crazy brain of yours?”

“Maybe,” he quipped with a grin that donned pure mischief, that twinkle in his eyes returning in full force. “But can you blame me? I gotta eat all that sugar or I get antsy.”

“I’d get antsy and jittery from eating all of the sugar you do,” you retorted while sticking your tongue out like a petulant child, the playful gesture certainly welcome from the shadows that had just threatened to overtake you right then.

Gojo laughed, the sound ringing like church bells, as he rubbed his nose in an attempt to completely disarm himself. “Come on, seriously. I owe you a lot after everything that’s happened, you know? Let me treat you to more stuff. It’s what I’m born to do.”

You shook your head while still smiling despite yourself, the tension in your chest now loosening a bit. “You owe me nothing, Satoru.” I owe you everything. My life, my love… everything. “But ice cream sounds fantastic right now in this heat.”

You fell silent for a moment longer, and you were about to open your mouth to speak, to spill everything you’ve felt about Satoru since you met him, but the words died on your tongue when he ushered you out of your bed.

Maybe now was not the time to confess.

“I’ll even treat you to some nice designer items,” Gojo winked, “Anything to get you out of here, all stuffed up in here and depressed.”

“Okay, okay. You really don’t have to do that,” you told him. “I mean, you really don’t. Most of those items cost twice my yearly salary.”

“Don’t worry about it—I’m made of money, remember?”

Soft hues of twilight painted the sky like it was an endless canvas; the park bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Satoru’s promise of ice cream materialized in a banana split sundae, the sweet treat a mere distraction for you. The park he chose, not far from Jujutsu Tech, became a haven of peace amid the chaos that became your life over these months. You still couldn’t shake off the onset of tension over the ever-present dangers which lurked beyond the campus gates. But at least right now, in the safety of Satoru’s presence, every little sliver of doubt and fear you had seemed to melt away, much like the ice cream in your cup.

You halted in your tracks, captivated by the grand stone fountain in the center of the park. The water cascaded gracefully like they were dancing, each drop catching the golden light and creating that shimmering dance. Satoru seated himself on the edge of the fountain, his white hair gleaming like silver threads in the setting sunlight. He beckoned you to join him with one of those boyish smiles of his, one that you couldn’t resist, and you accepted his invitation, the distance between you shrinking.

“Satoru…” His name slipped from your lips, barely above a whisper, yet it snagged his attention. His head tilted, those brilliant blue eyes of his bright with curiosity, and the corners of his mouth curving upwards as he recognized you addressed him with his first name more often. The spoon in your hand stilled, forgotten as you dabbed at the stickiness of your lips with a napkin, your heart pounding. The universe seemed to hold its breath as you mustered up the courage to speak.

“I’ve… been meaning to tell you something.” Your voice grew softer, almost fragile, but true to your nature there was still a strength behind it, a resolve that had been building for far too long when it came to something as vulnerable as this. Satoru’s brilliant blue eyes remained fixated on you, as if he could see right through you—which given his legendary Six Eyes ability, might not be entirely off.

“I really like you,” you admitted, the words rushing out like a flood, leaving no room for other thoughts. Your hands fidgeted in your lap, thumbs twiddling together in an effort to soothe your nerves through your confession. “I mean, I really, really like you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but there’s never going to be an appropriate time, and I… I’m so grateful to you. For everything. I understand if this is sudden or something you don’t want to hear, but--!”

The sudden warmth of his finger against your lips silenced your incessant babbling, that touch of his light yet commanding. Those eyes of his, those piercing blue eyes that seemed as deep as the ocean, softened with something you had never seen before in your life—something so tender, so affectionate, that your breath hitched. He stared down at you with such passion that it made you feel as though you were the only woman in the world in his eyes.

“You’re not out of line,” he murmured, his voice rich like velvet, wrapping you around in a gentle embrace—if you’d allow him, of course. He sounded breathless, as if he had been holding them for far too long himself. “I like you too. I like you a lot. I…I think I need you, but it felt selfish to have these feelings, so I tried so hard to push them away so I could focus on protecting you. It felt wrong, to fall for you when Suguru was after you, when you were vulnerable…it made me feel, you know, like I was no better than Suguru.”

Your heart swelled at his words, his confession sinking into you. You could almost hear Mei’s voice reverberating in your head, a smug ‘I told you so’ that played like a broken record which made you want to laugh and cry in joy all at once. There was no room for anything else in that moment as sheer joy flooded your senses. This was maybe the one good thing that came out of everything—meeting someone like Satoru, who shared the same feelings you did.

His hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over your skin, his touch tender, gentle. He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours, the air between you charged with electricity that set your heart alight.

“God,” he whispered, the word a soft exhale of longing. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

Without another thought, you jumped into action before he did, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. Finally, a release of everything you’ve felt for him for so long. His response was immediate, his lips moving against yours with a hunger and a passion that matched your own. The world around you faded into insignificance, a mere speck in the atmosphere, as you lost yourself. The ice cream in your hand forgotten as your cup clattered to the ground, the melted remnants pooling just by your feet.

You both pulled back, breathless and flushed, and Satoru’s intense gaze never left yours, dark with desire. He traced his thumb across your now red and cracked lips, his touch igniting sparks in its wake.

“I kind of want to do more than kiss you,” he confessed, his voice low, silken, a sinful murmur that made you a little too excited.

“So naughty,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you caught onto the implications of his words. But the truth was you certainly weren’t opposed to the idea—far from it, in fact. The thought of being with him was the best thing that could ever happen in this lifetime. “Let’s wait ‘til we get back to schoolgrounds, you bozo.”

That boyish grin of his returned in full force, but there was still that heat in his gaze, promising you so much more in store.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he swore, stealing another kiss, this time softer, more languid, as if cherishing the taste of you, memorizing it. “I’m just glad I can do this now.”

“You can do this and so much more,” you breathed, your voice hoarse as your eyes locked onto his. There was certainly a challenge in what you said.

His breath hitched, and the air between you grew staticky and thick.

“Keep talking like that,” he warned, his voice going dangerously lower, a few octaves lower. “and I won’t have any other choice but to take you up on that offer.”

The journey back to your dorm went by in a blur. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you shoved Satoru against it, your lips capturing his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was full of need, desire. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you flush against him like his life depended on it. You responded in kind, your hands roaming over his body, pleased to finally have him like this.

The bed was your destination, but you weren’t sure how or when you got there, both of your clothes discarded somewhere along the way. All that mattered was focusing on Satoru, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper, something tender. It made your heart race even faster. You straddled him, your body flush against his as you pulled his hard cock out of his pants, strained and already needing to be inside.

You teased him, the head of his cock between your folds, stroking it until it hardened and beads of pre began to leak out of his slit. You kept going until he was gasping and moaning, needing. You smirked as you looked down at him, already fucked out, debauched, his breathing ragged and he was practically whimpering. You kept stroking him, unable to help the smirk that curled your lips as his eyes fluttered shut, on the verge of losing control. He moved to grip your hips, but his touch was gentle, inviting, as if to encourage you.

You sank yourself onto his cock, moaning as his size stretched you in all the right ways and relishing in the way he cried out your name.

He growled, pulling you in until your breasts were flush against his face, kissing between them and trying to stifle all the little whines and whimpers that escaped his lips. You rode him, hard, unrelenting, and he enjoyed every minute of you taking what you wanted from him.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, lips quivering, trying to hold himself together. “Fuck, baby, please—let me—!”

“Let you what, Satoru?” you purred, brushing your lips over the bridge of his nose. “Use your words.”

He uttered your name in another whine.

“Let me come, please,” he begged, a choked gasp as his body tensed beneath you, his fingers digging into your bare skin.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You continued to ride him hard, your hips moving in a rhythm that made him lose his mind. The moment he found his release, his cock twitching inside of you as he filled you with his cum, you couldn’t help but allow yourself to bask in the power. He was finally yours, and knowing you could reduce him to this, someone regarded as the strongest sorcerer in the world…it made you feel invincible.

He lay there, spent, trembling, whimpering and whining. You leaned down, pressing a comforting kiss to his forehead, your fingers trailing over his chest in a soothing caress.

“That’s my good boy,” you murmured, your voice tender and loving as you glanced down at him, reveling in the sight of him so vulnerable, so needy. “

“Now let me take care of you, Satoru. Let me thank you for everything.”

Winter of 2017

As Suguru Geto landed on the familiar grounds of Jujutsu Tech, his eyes found Yuuta Okkotsu standing at the ready with the rest of his classmates—likely with Satoru and the other instructors following close behind soon enough. He kept his expression calm, even as his mind churned with thoughts of losing you—the one person he believed had been his beacon of light in his world of curses, now eradicated from the world when you didn’t deserve that.

Or so, that was what he was led to believe.

Geto’s gaze lingered on Yuuta, noting the determination etched into the young special grade sorcerer’s face. That power that boy wielded was certainly immeasurable, and something under different circumstances, Geto would have coveted for himself. Yet today, it barely registered in his mind. He had a different plan, one far more personal—if he could not claim Rika from Yuuta, then you were all he really wanted. If you were alive, nothing else mattered to him. He would call off the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. Your supposed death was a carefully crafted lie, designed to keep him from slipping into a deeper state of madness. Yet doubt still gnawed at him, that tiny seed he planted that threated to sprout into hope that you were still with him in this cursed world.

His exchange with Yuuta and the other students passed in a blur of formalities and thinly veiled threats. Geto simply wasn’t interested, entirely, in unleashing the Night Parade. Geto’s words were sharp, each word carefully measured, but beneath it all, there was that underlying hope, desperation, masked by his usual bravado. You became his number one strength, and his number one weakness—his one tie to the little humanity he had left in him.

Had there been the slightest chance that you lived…

Satoru Gojo finally approached, flanked by the other elder sorcerers, the stakes between everyone rose. More empty threats were exchanged, but Geto remained focused, a sly grin playing on his lips as he prepared to deliver his ultimatum.

Unbeknownst to him, you watched the exchange from a distance, hidden within the protective veil Satoru had set up for you. Your heart pounded as you saw Geto again after everything that had happened, but you refused to let any fear show. He couldn’t see you from where he stood, but you were close enough to hear every word.

“I’m here to declare war,” Geto announced, his voice cutting through the air.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening in panic as the reality of the situation sank in. Given what you knew about what Suguru Geto could do, you were frightened.

“On the coming of December 24th, when the sun sets, we shall conduct the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons…” Geto’s voice was calm, almost eerily so, like he was discussing something arbitrary like the weather. “…If you wish to stop us, feel free to try. However, I can call it all off, under one special condition.

A bead of sweat tricked down Gojo’s brow as he listened in, already knowing what Suguru would say.

“You bring her to me. And the massacre is called off.”

Yuuta glanced at Gojo, confusion and concern etching into his features. “Who is he talking about?”

Gojo uttered your old name, and shock rippled through the students.

“Really? He’s telling us this now?” Maki groaned in disbelief. “But she’s gone!”

Gojo spared them the gory details of what had transpired before Suguru’s arrival, but the truth remained coveted in half-truths and misdirection.

Suguru’s eyes narrowed, his voice laden with anger.

“Don’t lie to me. I can sense her spirit from here. I want her to show herself to me now, and no harm will come to the human population.”

“You’re as delusional as ever with that bullshit,” Gojo remarked, his tone mocking. “Maybe you’re just recognizing the strength the women here wield. It’s not just unique to her. She’s gone, Suguru. Dead. She’s not coming back.”

Suguru’s lips curled into a snarl and his eyes burned with fury. “That’s a lie! She’s alive; I can feel her! Don’t you keep her away from me, you selfish bastard!”

Nanako and Mimiko, who had been lingering nearby, called out to Geto, their innocent voices cutting through the conversation with surprising ease.

“Is Mama really dead, Geto?” Mimiko asked, her voice filled with sorrow.

Suguru placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his expression softening.

“No, I’m sure of it.”

He turned back to his former allies, his gaze hardening once more. “Consider my offer carefully. I will call off the attack if she’s back in my arms. Otherwise, the cursed spirits will massacre all of Japan.”

Nanako inquired Geto about getting crepes later, saying that would cheer her up.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Satoru, I must treat my girls. They’re so sullen to know their mother is gone, and they just love their crepes.”

“You don’t think we’ll just let you leave?” Gojo sneered.

“Careful, Satoru,” he concluded the exchange and flew off with his ‘family.’

Your eyes shimmered, fear pirckling at the edges of your mind as you remained hidden within the protective barrier. You couldn’t bring yourself to come out—not just yet.

Gojo lifted the veil and beckoned you to come out of your hiding spot once it was safe enough. You hesitated for a moment before emerging, meeting the curious and concerned gazes of others as they learned more about your situation. Their eyes bore into you, filled with questions they were too afraid to voice themselves.

“And now we learn why she’s our secret weapon,” Gojo stated as you approached him. “As long as he believes you’re gone, we can use you to stall him in his grand scheme.”

You groaned, clutching your head as a wave of frustration washed over you. “Giving up my individuality for a man again… Not what I hoped to do with my time…”

Gojo offered an apologetic smile, but it did little to ease the burden you felt.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It’s all we got right now. It’s likely we still have to fight, but we can at least hold him off.”

Yuuta shared a look with Gojo, the information fed to him now just a bit too much for him to bear, but he appeared to sympathize with you.

“Guess you have a point about what you said about love, Gojo,” he murmured, his thoughts drifting off to what he’d done to Rika.

“Yeah, if you’d call that love,” you muttered under your breath, your mind lingering on Geto, the man who meant nothing to you, yet you appeared to mean everything to him.

You locked eyes with Gojo, determination burning within you.

“So, are we really doing this?”

Gojo’s expression grew serious, his lips pursued. He crossed his arms, assessing you.

“Why? Are you backing out?”

You shook your head, your gaze not leaving his, fire behind your eyes—you wanted revenge, lusted for it. If this was how you could achieve that revenge, then so fucking be it.

“If it means a minimal chance of stopping him, then I’m ready for anything.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Gojo’s mouth, amused by your resolve. You matched his smirk, your grin widening as the determination within you solidified.

“Besides,” you quipped, your voice firm, as you straightened your composure. “I’m not made of sugar.”

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 7

Satoru Gojo × Fem! Reader × Suguru Geto

This is a dark/yandere fic that features upsetting themes and it is canon divergent. Updated every Wednesday.

ABOUT: You moved to Tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. As you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Satoru teaches you to tolerate a place you dislike.

TRIGGER WARNING: Unaware reader while Satoru does something he really shouldn’t.

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7. Starry Skies

There was just a little extra something humiliating about being back in your old bedroom at your old house again; these four walls that were once both your comfort but also your prison had been left perfectly untouched with the help of your mother preserving it just as you had left it—a space locked in time, a haunting reminder of who you once were.

You grew uncomfortable at such a prospect as it was likely going to continue down that road for many more years to come, with or without your friends to help you through each and every single visit.

This room in particular once housed the person you didn’t want to be, after all, providing you a temporary shell for you to hermit inside of whenever you made your bed in it; you weren’t her anymore, but also you were her at some point.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried succumbing to sleep to quickly pass this whole thing by, but you were used to much later bedtimes by now and we’re left staring off into the dark as slumber failed to take you under. The clock barely hit 9 in the night and you were left lying wide awake feeling restless and frustrated.

It was then that you reached for your phone, knowing that pretty much everyone else would be up at least. The texts did take their sweet time to deliver though; the spotty reception driving you just a little over the edge, making you more irritable than you had to be.

It was something about this place, that was the reason why, you were sure of it.

Shoko was the first priority in your texting queue, updating her with just about everything that had happened so far as she continued to approve of how Satoru was behaving, assuring you that he knows his stuff when it comes to unfair parents and that you have nothing to worry about.

It was a lighthearted moment of checking in, her texts half mocking you ‘goodnight’ as she had to continue to study while reminding you of the plum wine.

Suguru was next in queue, just to see if he was still going through whatever it was that made him feel so distant but he never replied. He always had his phone on him so you felt a little more hurt than usual knowing that he likely read your message but never bothered to reply.

Satoru was the next in line either way as you were a little concerned as to how he was holding up in the guest house but just as you typed something out to him, he got to you first.

“Your parents turned their lights off, let’s sneak out~?”

You stared at the screen as you laughed quietly at the idea, quickly feeling your worries evaporate—he was fine, of course he was fine. Staring at the text a little more, you also considered the idea. Your parents usually fell asleep quickly and you weren’t tired at all, so it would be nice to get away from this place for a while.

“Is it really sneaking out if it’s my own home and If I’m an adult?” you asked, sending a text back. You were twenty-two now, bordering twenty-three; a young adult at this point, but one either way.

“It is if it gets you into trouble,” he replied.

You gently scoffed as you realised the depressing reality of how it actually was. You likely would get into trouble because you still had to walk on eggshells around your own family even now, which made it all seem even bleaker.

Wanting to go against the system, you accepted his offer, wanting for things to go down a different route for a change if you could help it and as such, you told him that you’d be down in five and to meet you at the front of the house.

You then quietly left through the front door and met with Satoru in the driveway who quietly greeted you with a smile, suppressing his voice for now so as to not get you in trouble, a notion that he personally thought was a little amusing.

Together, the two of you walked side by side as your shoulders unintentionally slouched, feeling some strange discomfort from existing within town once again.

It was the shell of your former self manifesting who you once were, showing Satoru a side of you that he was aware of but one that you’d rather he didn’t know.

A side of you that felt just a little watched, a little judged in everything that you did.

He responded to your sunken body language with a pat on your back with some slight force in his hand, hoping to both straighten your posture as well as to snap you out of whatever it was you were going through.

“You know, I miss that girl that I got to know in the city,” he said as he looked up into the night sky, his eyes taking in the many stars blanketing over town, “you’re not really yourself out here, are you?”

You gulped as you listened to him talk, finding that his words were oddly profound for who he was and couldn’t form a proper response, at least not right away. Other parts of the question felt a little like a pick up line but you did your best to not overthink it, knowing that his personality was flirty by default and that it wasn’t personal even if he did mean it that way.

The walk led you to a nearby park where the lights were still shining bright under the lampposts scattered throughout, the two of you settling on a bench near the entrance. Some low grade cursed spirits loitered in the shadows further into the park, but neither of you cared enough to exorcise those.

The night sky was exceptionally beautiful tonight, completely devoid of clouds as a crescent moon smiled over the world; clusters of stars freckling around the dark canvas.

“I miss views like this back in the city. Even further out where it’s quiet, it’s never really exactly like this,” Satoru said after a while.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing I ended up really missing when I moved to Tokyo,” you replied in agreement.

Something about this whole thing felt strangely intimate, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It wasn’t generating as much tension as it had done so when you were alone with Suguru, but something was brewing that you couldn’t quite understand.

Regardless, you didn’t want it to go another wrong direction though so you kept your hands and body language to yourself.

Keeping your friends as friends was more important, you thought.

“So, there’s really nothing else out here?” Satoru asked.

“Well, that depends on how you look at it,” you considered, trying your best to not be completely negative, “there’s the night views, the nature and the clean air which is good for some people.”

“But not for you,” he speculated.

“I guess not.”

“There’s no shame in this place just being somewhere you had to live in, you know. You shouldn’t let it define you.” He said after a while, trying to help you feel better about being here while also trying to ease you into becoming more vulnerable so he could potentially chance a move on you.

“I mean… it’s easier said than done,” you replied as you let his words fester in your mind, talking a touch more spontaneously as your emotions stirred, “maybe you don’t get it because you were told that you were special your entire life-“

Wait. Oops.

You froze as you realised exactly what you had just said and just how terribly it was worded.

Satoru noticed this and didn’t even flinch nor did his demeanour change a single bit. He didn’t mind such sudden bluntness from you, in fact, he found it refreshing that you were capable of speaking your mind under the right conditions.

“It’s alright—you’re alright,” he laughed a little as he found himself momentarily stunned, “you’re right about that much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that,” you continued to blabber despite his attempts to talk you down from your spiralling unease.

“I just wanted to say that you’re not that ordinary either, even if you were told it,” he continued to explain without dwelling on what you hit him with, “you have something that a lot of people can’t even comprehend having.”

Sighing, you finally forced yourself to face the conversation.

“I know, but, I just feel like if I didn’t have anything going on then maybe I would actually have a chance to be normal.”

“But where’s the fun in that, [name]?” Satoru replied, scoffing just a little as though jokingly offended, “you could have had a boring normal life in a small town, yeah, but that’s all you would have done in your life.”

“And is that so bad…?”

“When you’re comparing it to what you have, I’d say so?” he asked as countered your question with one of his own, he didn’t show it but he was a little frustrated at how little credit you gave yourself, “your past here was a blip at best and all I’m getting at here is that you shouldn’t let it define you.”

“It’s just easier said than done,” you sighed, although you did agree with him. This topic was difficult to discuss, but it felt freeing to face a troubling truth.

Silence followed beyond that point, leaving you wondering if there was something wrong with you that drained the life from those around you given just how quiet people were.

In reality, or at least for Satoru’s case, it was that he felt comfortable enough to finally continue making a move on you despite the fact that he was starting to slowly become conflicted with doing so.

You were vulnerable as you had finally opened up to him in a way he was certain that you hadn’t to others before, but it didn’t feel right to do so completely.

Still, he chose to lean in for a kiss that managed to catch you so off guard that you immediately pulled away, wondering why this was happening a second time—hoping that you actually weren’t doing anything to lead anyone on without realising it.

Satoru pulled back too as he maintained his unserious expression, choosing to not present himself as offended even if the rejection did throw him off, even just a little. He quickly laughed it off either way, having a new idea in mind to ease you into giving in.

“My mistake, [name],” he smiled as he continued to stare into yours, “I thought we were supposed to be selling a lie up here.”

“I-I guess so but it feels too real-“

“—Just this once?” Satoru asked as he cut you off, not giving you room to think, “maybe with some luck someone will see.”

That was exactly what worried you, that someone from town would see you kissing him despite it already being so late into night—at least for this place. You knew that just from looking at Satoru that this was his attempt at something, but you didn’t want it to go down that road at all.

“Just think of it this way, if we have to sell it around your parents later, it’ll be easier to do,” he said as he continued to warm you up to the idea.

Your own bruised persona that existed within this town tried to justify it for you internally, telling you that this would be your chance at appearing normal for a change as your body slowly ended up leaning into the kiss, after all.

It wasn’t so bad as your lips finally connected, but you didn’t really feel anything at all as it all unfolded.

Maybe he was actually just playing you to see how easily you played into his cards, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious—at least a little, just to see what it was like to lock lips with someone else.

Satoru then pulled back after a moment had passed too, sensing your discomfort, not wanting to push you over your limit, at least not yet.

He could tell that it was your first kiss, but that just helped him savour it all the better.

***

It was a quiet walk back to the house and just as you were about to re-enter the front door, Satoru pulled you off into the garden along with him as an attempt to convince you that you would probably feel less bad if you spent the night with him than entirely alone.

“Please?” he playfully begged you, “don’t make me spend the night in there all alone.”

“It’s just for two nights though-“

“—Unless you want me to sneak up to your room~?”

Such an idea even if he was joking left you feeling a little mortified as the colour drained from your face. There was absolutely zero chance that he was going to see that side of you, so you reluctantly gave into the offer of a sleepover instead.

Even if he did steal a kiss from you, there was something about his entire being that made him seem somehow more trustworthy than Suguru to you.

Maybe it was the fact that he was open about it?

“Trust me, [name],” he continued to say as he tugged your wrist off to the guest house, “if we’re supposed to be together anyway, it wouldn’t even be that weird to be seen with me in the morning.”

“But my parents-“

“—They were young too at some point, trust me, they’ll get it.”

You understood that part fully well but you still felt a bit off about the whole thing. Sneaking out was one thing, being seen leaving the guest house with him was another due to the implications alone. You wanted to sell the lie too, but it was starting to feel all too real again and you didn’t want for him to get the wrong idea about just how much you were allowing him to get away with.

“Just to sleep, nothing more-“

“—Just to keep up appearances,” he assured you while smiling, “it smells in here, don’t make me suffer through that alone.”

You stared at him for a little longer, sighing as you continued to give into the idea; his smile growing wider as he watched you accept such a proposal.

“I won’t do anything,” he added along, “we’ll just sleep, yeah?”

You nodded as your mind quietly crumbled internally at the prospect of sharing a bed with a guy, so when you both got into bed together you made a conscious effort to stay at the edge of the bed while he read into your body language, backing himself up against the wall.

The bed was surely small though and such crowdedness radiated a heat between the two of you despite not touching each other at all.

The summer heat continued to fester and as a result, he slowly dressed down albeit to a respectable degree and you soon gave into surrendering your top for the camisole beneath, still keeping your bottoms on, just to make sleep even a little bearable.

Falling asleep within his shadow felt strange initially but the exhaustion quickly swept over you. He wasn’t being weird to you as you had initially feared and as such, you were successfully lulled into a false sense of security around him.

So by the time you were fast asleep, you didn’t even notice as he slowly crept ever so slightly closer to you, intending to brush it off as nighttime habits if you were to wake up from his advancement.

…But you never did.

He then attempted to close the distance between you even more as he pressed himself up ever so slightly against your back, feeling himself grow excited as he did so—a consequence of his own selfish thoughts.

Although, you did pull away subconsciously as the heat became overwhelming which prompted him to stop for a moment, thinking about how exactly to go through this, or if he should even do so at all.

The conflicting feeling came back again and he was beginning to feel strange in how he was treating you but at least for now, the arousal clouded his thoughts on the matter as he continued onwards.

Continuing, he pulled down his shorts even further while backing off a little. His semi-hard cock pitched slightly against his boxers as he did his best to keep it subtle enough, shuffling closer against your back without waking you up or bothering you.

Just to feel how you felt against himself, he wouldn’t go beyond that point.

You couldn’t feel him at all in your deep sleep regardless, your mind not even registering the fact that his tip pressed ever so slightly against the small of your back. He wanted to keep you close which is why he didn’t go further, making sure to act at least somewhat rationally so that he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret.

It surely did take him a good while until he broke away from you though, settling flat against his back instead as frustration enveloped him. He took care of himself at his own hand instead, the bed slightly shaking as he did so but never once breaking you away from slumber, finishing off into his shorts that he then threw off to the side.

Satoru sighed deep as he forced himself to behave around you, convincing himself that you’d ease into it another day—just not today, but maybe at another time.

It was because he liked you that he kept a boundary to begin with.

It was because he liked you that he didn’t want to hurt you.

(Unless you gave him a reason to.)

He surely wouldn’t.

…Would he?

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I have a question why Toji wanted to be a hitman he was handsome, strong and intelligent could he be something else I never understood that

The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. - African Proverb

Kishimoto and Gege seem to have the same mindset on how much love and empathy or the lack of them can impact a person. Think about how Kishimoto wrote Gaara and Naruto.

Gege said Toji became unstable while living in the Zenin household due to the abuse he suffered. He received his scar when he was young after the Zenin clan threw him into the disciplinary pit of cursed spirits. He was also told by the Zenin clan that his life had no value and this idea stayed in his mind and became the curse that haunted him for the rest of his life. And we must remember he had no one when he still lived in the Zenin household unlike Maki and Mai who at least had each other. So he suffered both physical and psychological abuse as well as extreme isolation. Toji only had a brief period when he was a bit more mentally sound due to meeting Megumi's mother. After she died he relapsed and ended up the way he was.

As we see Toji had a gambling problem and he was terrible with money, so he went from woman to woman before Gumimama (how Gege calls Megumi's mom). He also asked his work partner Kong to help with Megumi when he was still lost after the death of Gumimama. He did love Megumi and he tried to take care of him but unfortunately it was not enough. He thought Megumi with his talent would be better off in the Zenin clan than with him. His actions generally aren't the ones of someone normal. That's also why he forgot Megumi when Kong asked about him.

It's not that hard to understand Gege's storytelling and paneling and that Toji copes with thinking he doesn't care, repeating this thought over and over again. But it did hurt him that he wasn't fit to take care of Megumi. Both times when he died, his last thoughts were about Megumi. Gege also made two scenes in the same arc where someone who is not in control of his body comes to his senses for a moment because of their strong feelings towards someone who is alive. With Geto, who strangled Kenjaku after Gojo told him to wake up. And with Toji, when he recognised Megumi. He was happy finding out Megumi was a Fushiguro and not a Zenin, and killed himself so he wouldn't hurt Megumi. Even his eyes went back to normal and he smiled.

Just like he loved Megumi but didn't have the ability to take care of him in a way which would have kept Megumi in normal condition, he didn't have the ability to live a normal life like getting a normal job. He was simply too damaged and mentally unsound.

Toji was also known as the Sorcerer killer, and this has to do with how he was seen as not having any worth by his clan due to his lack of cursed energy. His brutal actions as an assassin result from his dejection towards the jujutsu world as he attempts to spite it. So he defied fate by killing sorcerers who were supposedly better than him, to get back at the Zenin clan. Even after his fight with Geto, he mocked him for the fact that a "monkey like me" could defeat him and Gojo. As I mentioned, after meeting Gumimama Toji stopped gambling and also stopped hunting sorcerers.

Gojo as the strongest, the six eyes, represented the world that had shunned Toji since his birth. During his fight with Gojo, Toji's instincts were telling him to run away, but his pride and his intense need to spite the jujutsu world and the Zenin clan made him ignore all of it, and this cost him his life. In the end, he lost to his inner demons and wasn't freed from the Zenin curse. However, him entrusting Megumi to Gojo paid off. Finding out his son was a Fushiguro, he found some peace of mind. And we know Maki took care of the Zenin clan as a sort of a second Toji.

The only time we see Toji express himself in a way that has nothing to do with violence, it's towards Megumi. Praising Megumi for being able to free himself from the Zenin clan. During his last moments, he was always thinking about his child, his 'blessing'.

#anon #toji fushiguro

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slept so long

- vampire suguru geto x satoru gojo, victorian era

Summary: Suguru Geto is a vampire who willingly embraced immortality to escape his painful past. Satoru Gojo is the one person who knew him before his transformation.

WARNING: Horror & some gore

The pale man’s icy eyes pierce through the ghoul. “My six eyes tell me you’re Suguru Geto. But my heart and my soul knows otherwise.”

Crimson eyes stare back into Satoru’s, long purposeful strides closing in on the man.

It’s a memory that the vampire finds himself being haunted by quite often.

Guided by the dull flicker of candlelight, the lifeless Suguru Geto roamed the endless maze known as the corridors of his castle. His crimson eyes filled with a gleeful glint of chaos.

“It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my mind. Perhaps, I just needed the pleasures of immortality. Chasing a life of sin and giving into every single vice.”

Suguru’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his pattern of speech becoming disoriented. His slender fingers intertwined in a trophy head’s tresses, he slowly lifts it to his chin. His teeth sink into the flesh, ripping it apart and causing blood to spray all over an elegant portrait painting depicting himself with a blank expression. With one swift movement, he chucked the head towards the farther end of the hall, consequently causing it to roll, leaving behind trails of blood. A loud rumbling in the skies permeated the empty, dark, and colossal castle.

On the other side of the window, a jagged bright light crashes down onto the earth’s soil. It illuminates the vampire and the head’s silhouette on the marble floor.

Sparkling chandeliers cascade from the ceiling like crystal raindrops.

The soft glow of candlelight casts a warm and romantic ambiance. In the center of the room, a glistening parquet dance floor is polished to perfection.

Suguru’s eyes narrow as he scans the extravagant ballroom, searching for something that piques his interest. A ethereal young man with strikingly white hair is seated behind a grand piano and the moment his pale fingers touch the keys it makes Suguru’s world shatter. It transports him back to a time of elegance and grandeur, his eyes are locked shut but he peaks to see the boy behind the music once more. Time freezes for him as his feet stay in place becoming one with the floor. Eyes full of curiosity, he longingly stares at the musician. He is completely starstruck and unaware of the lively atmosphere and the couples twirling around him.

How long has it been? How long has it been since Suguru Geto felt this way?

A noise has never moved him in such a way nor has it made his lifeless body resurrect with an actual beating pulse. The tips of his clawed fingers tingled like never before, a fire ignited so deep in his soul that he has no choice but to approach the musician behind the noise stirring him so intensely.

“Suguru Geto.” The man’s voice is soft, but stern.

Suguru isn’t quite sure if the younger man intended it to be a question or a statement, but his ears cannot forget the sound. The pianist’s fingers glide across each key, gradually slowing down and to Suguru’s disappointment it all comes to an end. “Satoru Gojo.” Suguru muses, kneeling down so he is eye level with the man. The white haired man intensely meets his gaze.

“I came here to reminisce I suppose. To what once was, to what you once.. were.”

All it took was hearing Lord Suguru Geto’s voice, his footsteps, and sensing his divine presence to truly transport Satoru to the past. Satoru needed to be honest with him and he didn’t care if that led to unwanted thoughts or conversations. Whenever Suguru’s eyes met Satoru’s he could only see the bright reflection of a one sided mirror. Satoru couldn’t see the ugliness, which was why he still yearned so deeply for the other man.

Thanks for reading. This was just a short story that i wrote on a whim because I just love geto and gojo’s chemistry.

#jjk #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk fanfic #vampires #victorian era #jujustu kaisen #satoru x suguru #geto x gojo #mlm yearning #jjk fanart #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #lgbtqia

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All Too Well: Cursed Narrative, 3

{"Those thoughts of past lovers, they'll always haunt me. I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me."}

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

Cursed Narrative Masterlist

Part 2

"Absolutely not."

Miho sighed, running her hand through her hair. She followed Satoru with her head as he paced across her bedroom. He still held the icepack to his head from his migraine, which he was laying down from when Miho's phone rang.

"Of course he doesn't want me there. Probably afraid I'll take him in, or kill him," Satoru was muttering to himself. "What could he possibly want?"

"Satoru-" she began.

"You're not going alone."

"What if he sees you and backs out?"

"You heard him; He can't keep her with him. I doubt he'll do anything crazy. He would have already killed her if he wanted to."

Miho bit her lip, looking down at the floor. If this little girl indeed was a curse user, it was unlikely that Suguru would hurt her. If anything, calling them was the right choice. She and Satoru had access to resources for the girl he might not. But something about that phone call stuck with her.

The bed creaked as Satoru sat down next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Miho rested her head on his shoulder. His forehead was cold from the ice pack.

"I'm worried that...Satoru, what if I see him and..." she trailed off, unsure how to put it into words.

The gaping hole Suguru had left within them would never fully heal. That was something they both understood. Time had helped; it was more a old wound that acted up when it rained now. But what if the wound reopened? Could she recover? Could they? Miho chewed on the inside of her cheek. What if...

Satoru kissed her forehead. "I know. I feel the same way. But we can't think about him. We have to do this for the kid."

Miho nodded. He was right. They were only going for the little girl. Not him.

It didn't matter what her heart told her.

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The plan was to meet at the Yoyogi Park in Shibuya, at one in the morning. The Sealing Sorcerer had requested somewhere public, and open late, because there was no way in hell she'd meet up with anyone that late in an alley.

She was rather unassuming, limping along with the click click click of her cane. Her long, tea length skirt swished around her legs as she walked, still in her campus uniform. Her dark hair was stark against her white blouse in the dim streetlight. Miho kept her hand in the pocket of her skirt, with her talismans. She wasn't overly worried- her escort was just up ahead.

The handsome blonde man waited for her patiently, wearing a dark suit that hid his broad, towering build. He wore dark green sunglasses even that early in the morning. It had been some years since they last spoke, but as soon as he was informed of the situation, it was if no time had passed between them at all. The man turned to her as she approached, nodding politely.

"Miho," he said, "Thank you for calling me."

"Thank you for coming, Nanami," Miho bowed her head.

"Of course. I wouldn't allow you to do something like this on your own."

Her smile faded as a group of people came into view. Kento straightened his back, stepping closer to her. It was a small group. Three humans and a large frog curse. The two flanking the group were Curse Users, based on the energy they emitted. She didn't recognize them; A man and a woman, both wearing duster jackets. Miho couldn't sense Cursed Energy from the person up front. The person leading the group wore a dark cloak with a hood that obscured his face. She knew they were a he, on account of the beaded bracelet on his wrist. Even in the dark, she knew the colors. Brown, green, and blue. Miho's heart thumped loudly. She swallowed nervously.

"It seems like I'm not the only one that came with company," Miho said loudly.

The group stopped just feet from them. The chuckle that came from him warmed her ears.

"I figured there was little chance Satoru would allow you to come alone," he said, tilting his head as if listening, "And from the feel of it, I was right."

His voice made her sick with nostalgia. Tears began to flood her eyes and she blinked them away. Miho gripped her talismans tighter in her pocket. Satoru was hiding his Cursed Energy, just as this man was, and yet he still sensed him?

"Suguru. The child," Miho urged. His name sounded strange in her mouth, like it would tie up her tongue.

Suguru paused. She could see his smile from where she was standing. He raised a hand. Kento instinctively placed his hand on the small of her back as if ready to pull her back at a moment's notice.

The frog curse opened it's large mouth. Inside was a little girl sleeping soundly. A part of her released her breath in relief. The frog's tongue slowly extended as if to not wake her, stretching across the distance to bring her to Miho. Miho handed Kento her cane so she could take the girl from the frog. It would be impossible for her to carry the little girl and walk with her cane. Miho crouched down, laying the girl on the ground to check her for injuries. There were bruises on her neck and back. Miho raised her gaze to Suguru slowly.

"Her name is Daiki," he said impassively, "She comes from a rather unfortunate background. Her family can't hurt her anymore."

There was an edge to his voice she didn't like. Miho gritted her teeth. So that was what it was. Part of her wanted to thank him from pulling the little one from such a situation. The other half could only imagine him reveling in the bloodshed it took to do so.

"You did the right thing by calling me," she said instead.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it. Miho couldn't help but wish she could see his face. See how he changed. How his actions had twisted and warped his face into someone unrecognizable. Because surely it had. She needed it to. She couldn't handle the idea of him looking at her the way he had before, after everything he had done.

"I'm quite interested in her wellbeing," he said.

"Is that so?"

Suguru chuckled again, turning to leave with a wave of his hand. Before he began to walk, he turned to speak over his shoulder.

"Give my regards to Satoru. I'll be in touch."

Miho waited until he had disappeared into the night with his cohorts before she could fully breathe again. Kento bent down, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked. His gaze remained concerned under his glasses.

"Yes, I'm fine," Miho managed a smile at him, "I'm just glad he was telling the truth. She seems alright."

Kento pursed his lips, picking up on words left unsaid. But he remained silent. The blonde Sorcerer carried the little girl while Miho walked with her cane. Miho took one last look over her shoulder, sucking in a breath.

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Satoru was waiting for them a block away. He wore his blindfold. His migraine had yet to taper off. Even then, his head pounded, pain spiking with every second that passed by. It was an unfortunate side effect of his Six Eyes, one that only grew in intensity the stronger he became. Still, he had insisted on coming.

He spotted Miho and Kento rounding the corner. The Six Eyes Sorcerer rushed to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"So he wasn't lying," Satoru said, gently taking Daiki's sleeping form into his arms. "Thank you, Nanamin. I owe you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Kento said, pushing up his glasses.

Miho was silent on the way home. Satoru eyed her from his peripheral. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He shifted Daiki's weight into the crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder while he checked his phone. It was a text from an anonymous number.

I'm eager to see you again.

Part 4

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x oc x geto #jjk geto #jjk gojo #fanfic #oc #satosugu

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rmorde · 4 months

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"Geto is the only one who saw Gojo as human"

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. However, want to be reminded of something really fucking painful?

Geto did saw Gojo as a human/person.

BUT!

Geto also implied to Gojo that he is much better as a monster/weapon.

I mean... why else would this be such a traumatic experience for Satoru? This haunted him for the rest of his life.

Sure. Geto was the first to treat Gojo as a human/person. Yet, he still chose to hurt him deeply by asking him that awful question which reduced Gojo's identity into just his strength/power.

And that follow up! "If I could be you" may as well be "If I could be a powerful [monster] like you" (which Geto strove to be in JJK 0 by trying to kill Yuta and steal Rika). It's at this point that Geto stopped seeing Gojo as a person and started just seeing his power. He is no longer a friend that saw Gojo beyond his Six Eyes-Limitless CT. Geto became just like everybody else.

This is a betrayal tailor fit for Gojo Satoru and, imho, permanently crippled his ability to connect with anyone! It locked him into the untouchable and lonely existence as "The Strongest".

Don't believe me? Well... here's that infamous scene again in 261:

So, yeah. Geto had been kind to Gojo by making him feel like he is a human/person first. However, he had also been cruel to Gojo by making him question his humanity to the point that Gojo believed that being a weapon/monster is the only fate for him.

#jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoilers #look i love geto and stsg #but i'm not sugarcoating anything about them #the damage geto did to gojo's psyche is not something i will ever ignore or forget #because it's such good writing on how a beautiful relationship can end in tragedy #and how the person you love most can be the most cruel in hurting you #i've said it before and i'll say it again #i interpret geto's tears in chapter 236 as tears of regret #he finally understood the full extent of the pain and trauma he inflicted on gojo so he feels remorseful about it #satoru gojo #suguru geto

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the-not-so-dark-age · 1 year

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"If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you"

CW: spoilers for ch. 236, 237 and S2 - Shibuya arc

Heaven/hell, enlightenment/darkness, life/death, good/evil, blue/red contrasts that all represent the contrast between Gojo/Geto that's been going on since the start of this season; but these images are interesting for one more reason imo.

It's as if Gojo is staring into Geto/Kenjaku's red soul, while also staring into the empty black hole that is himself - and Geto/Kenjaku is doing the same: staring into Gojo's eye, but empty darkness stares back at him. They look into their own reflections, but they only see an abyss staring back at them.

And this made me realise how similar Gojo and Kenjaku can actually be, because: who are they?

"Are you Gojo Satoru because you are the strongest or are you the strongest because you are Gojo Satoru?"

And, again:

"Who is Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo's curse (and ultimately what may have really brought him to his death), is the fact he never managed to find a definitive answer to Geto's terribly haunting questions: Gojo never created his own sense of self beyond being The Strongest Sorcerer and that's what always kept a certain degree of distance between him and the other people (even if he cared about them, and I'm not doubting this at all); Gojo remained as untouchable and unreachable inside his Infinite Void of loneliness, and he died alone on the battlefield just as he lived alone, being watched from afar by other "normal" sorcerers. The only real connection peer to peer he ever made was with Geto when they were still on the same level, and he kept that connection even after Geto's homicidal turn and death, and that's why Geto is so special to him, as he was the only one to breach through the barrier around Gojo and to eventually expose how Gojo always risked to be a sort of empty shell, an abyss, under the layers of strenght - and it seems Geto was right.

So now I'm asking: who is Kenjaku?

He too doesn't seem to have a real bond (aside from the old friendship with Tengen...which needs more explanation) a real partner he cares about genuinely, only ever using the temporary allies he makes (like Mahito&Co); not even Sukuna looks like this to me, since he regards Uraume as a valuable ally, even if far below his strenght level. Kenjaku kept changing bodies for centuries, living so many different lives while also keeping his own very specific personality and his very clear goal of human forced evolution...so it seems he's not an empty abyss like Gojo.

But who's beneath all of that?

If you take away the weird brain-exchanging technique, which is Kenjaku's strenght just like the Six Eyes+Limitless were to Gojo, what is left?

Is Kenjaku a real soul or the product of all those endless souls he got to know, see, appropriate, use during his very long life? What if by merging with the (apparently) only friend he has, Tengen, to then merge with humanity to force its evolution, he actually wants to experience the feeling of not being alone? (it would be a sort of Evangelion ending lol)

Gojo wore the mask of The Strongest, The Chosen One, The Honoured One for his whole life (except for the spring of his youth spent with Geto - and when he goes south, when he dies, he goes back to that time when he really felt he was someone), but there was nothing under the mask; so what if under all of these lives, these bodies which are masks too, Kenjaku is another empty, dark abyss? What if it could lead to his downfall, just like it did for Gojo?

One more thing: in ch 236, Gojo basically says he wasn't satisfied because Geto wasn't there with him too, meaning he still felt alone even in the company of his students and other allied sorcerers. I think another way to express this concept is to say Gojo's only regret is that he was alone, without Geto. Gojo regretted not having Geto, who was a symbol of a happier time outside that abyss of loneliness, but now they're together and Gojo has gone back to his old happier self.

And Kenjaku too speaks of regret, as he talks about not remembering anymore what even is regret...is he so deeply buried under all the masks he wore in his long life, he doesn't remember anymore what regret and loneliness are?

Is there a way to "go south" for Kenjaku? Is there even a south (and old self) he can go back to?

And the theme of identity, of being someone beyond mere strenght is brought into the story again by Kashimo basically asking Sukuna the same thing Geto asked Gojo in Shinjuku (even though Kashimo feels more like Sukuna, alone at the pinnacle of strenght, contrary to Geto who felt as if he was watching Gojo, the strongest alone, from below).

I'm very curious to see what these two characters will do in the next chapters, and if finding "love" will mean abandoning the status of The Strongest Alone for Sukuna, and a potential defeat, and maybe even "going south" (that little drop of possible Sukuna backstory ... Akutami feed us!!!)

#jjk spoilers #jjk 236 #jjk 237 #jjk s2 #shibuya arc #gojo satoru #kenjaku #sukuna #kashimo hajime #geto suguru #the shinjification of kenjaku. there. i said it #this whole thing probably doesnt make any sense. opsie. sometimes jjk brainrot hits me back

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ultfreakme · 8 months

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Which villain do you find most interesting? geto, toji, kenjaku or sukuna and why? Thank you for responding, I love your analyses.

Hi anon! Thank you so much hehe. Glad my analyses are liked!

I have a bias for Geto! I love that he's dead even before the story really begins but still has an impact on a large scale on the characters. His death caused such large ripple effects.

I think Geto represents everything wrong with sorcerer society and the system we've seen Yuuji being forced into. His descent into villainy makes sense, He's the one villain who we have an origin story for! Geto highlights the dangers of sorcery and his existence explains why Yaga wants sorcerers to be selfish and the new norm in Jujutsu Tech. I think he also gives insight into the idea of 'love' and what role it plays with power.

'Love' is almost always destructive in the world of JJK. Powerful people in JJK do not care for it. Naturally, Geto who is special grade doesn't either. But unlike Sukuna or Kenjaku, discarding love is actually the source of Geto's downfall. His powers also highlight how unfair the world of sorcery is. In usual shonen manga/anime, there's an implication that working hard is all it takes to be at the top but here? No matter how hard you work, it won't be enough if your CT doesn't allow it. Power and being "the best" will not save you. We keep thinking till now that hey if Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi get stronger everything will be fine! But Geto shows that's not the case.

Progressing forward in a system that'll inevitably kill you means nothing. He shows how fucked up the sorcerer society is. I don't think anyone ever understood WHY Gojo held such hatred toward Gakuganji and other higher-ups until we see Geto(and Nanami and Haibara) in high school.

He just, he literally haunts the narrative. His powers are a very explicit showing of what curses, which act as a stand in for worsening mental health, does to a person.

He carries SO MANY THEMES i can analyze him for DAYS

I also like pretty men with long hair and issues so there's also that.

#riki asks #geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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izosdualpistols · 2 years

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as much as I love satosugu, I can't help but ruin it for myself and everyone around me with some DELICIOUS (ANGSTY) HEADCANONS

so here are some stsg headcanons for you guys to feast on (don't worry, not all of them are heart wrenching 😘)

Satosugu Headcanons

Gojo's greatest regret is not stepping in to help Geto with whatever he was going through. He noticed something was off ever since Geto brushed past his concerned words, but believed Geto would tell him himself when the time came. They were the strongest together after all.

They didn't like each other when they first met. Gojo thought Geto's bangs and gauges were unfashionable and ugly, Geto thought Gojo was some egotistical bastard born with a silver spoon in his mouth; of course, gradually over time, Gojo came to love those things he called unfashionable, and Geto came to love that personality of Gojo's (he thinks it's cute... and childish).

Geto doesn't really care for his hair, keeping it healthy is beyond his concern. Gojo is the complete opposite, he has about 5 bottles of expensive conditioner and shampoo. But without effort, Geto's hair happens to be naturally silky-smooth. Whenever he washes his hair, Gojo voluntarily dries his hair for him because he likes the texture. Whenever Geto says anything about his actions, Gojo gives an excuse such as: "for research purposes" or "trying to find a way to make the texture of his own hair smooth".

Geto fell first, Gojo fell harder. He realized this only when Geto left.

They had separate dorms, but Gojo would use Geto's dorm as if it was his own. Gojo would always sleep in Geto's bed and create a mess. Geto didn't mind, but that one time their teacher (Yaga) found out, he forbid Gojo from going into Geto's dorm. Gojo whined about it for a week straight and Yaga gave in. As a result, the wall between their dorms were just.. torn down.. ("It was like two halves became one." -Shoko Ieiri)

Geto's habits got to Gojo. Even now, Gojo tends to do hand gestures or say the things Geto used to say.

The flowers Gojo held in his hands in the second opening was for Geto. Geto was never buried and the higher ups removed every single trace of him. Because Geto doesn't have a grave, Gojo visits the place where he and Geto had the last conversation at. He visits and drops off flowers whenever he feels lonely.

Gojo rarely drinks. He may not look like it, but he's lightweight. When he does drink (by himself with no one to take care of him), on some mornings, he finds himself awake in the old dorm room they used to share.

Gojo and Geto used to share clothes so often to the point they couldn't tell which was theirs anymore. The day Geto left declaring he will continue to take hundreds of innocent lives, he was wearing Gojo's shirt. He didn't know it was Gojo's as much as he didn't know why it gave him so much comfort. On the other hand, Gojo knew it was his. It still lives in Gojo's mind, haunting him even. He believes he'll never get over it.

Geto's favorite color is blue. He often stares into the ocean to catch the beautiful shades of blue. It reminds him of Gojo's eyes. It reminds him of Gojo.

When Gojo failed to execute Geto on spot, his head began to swirl with all possibilities of what could have happened in that situation. He even considered following Geto, staying by his side, even if it meant he had to take the path of genocide.

All of the movie cds Gojo made Itadori watch was from his collection of movies he watched with Geto on late-night slumber parties.

I'm sure Gojo prepared his heart for the day he'll come to execute Geto. He'd recite his last words, along with his final goodbyes and imagine their last conversation. But even with all that effort, none of the words came out. Gojo knew he would have never been ready for that day. Not even in a million years.

Gojo isn't good at reading people, but he seems to read Geto like a book; this shows how much he cares and pays attention to Geto and his expressions, tones, etc.

Nothing would've changed how Geto felt. His anger towards the world was out of reach. But even as he was walking towards the new era he would create, a part of him would secretly wish Gojo would stop him.

Gojo finds himself mindlessly wandering around Jujutsu High, looking for even the smallest trace of Geto.

Gojo points at nude sculptures in art museums and laugh at them. Geto slaps his hand every time and whispers "stop being rude". Gojo pouts.

Gojo is an attention whore. Geto, being the polite man he is, talks to people while giving his full attention. Sometimes, Gojo attempts to drag Geto's attention back to him, even in the middle of a conversation with another person (He gets jealous).

On the outside it may not look like it, but Geto has a really fragile and soft heart. He gets hurt by even the smallest of words, but Gojo is always there to snap back at the person who insults his friend. This makes Geto smile.

At this point everyone at Jujutsu High thought they were dating. They were a hot topic back in the days. The story got passed on for so long that the current 3rd years even knows about it. (Maki hc that she was secretly really invested before... yeah.)

Ever since Gojo became "the strongest", Geto felt as if there was no space left for him in Gojo's picture. If he couldn't stay by his side as his best friend, his partner, the strongest together, Geto needed to stay by his side on the opposite side, the enemy. It was better than risking the chance of being completely out of Gojo's life. Perhaps this was a fraction, no, the majority of the reason behind his actions.

One time, Geto asked Gojo (in a teasing manner and for shits & giggles only): "You wanna go out with me or something?". Gojo just turned red and stormed out the room.

The ONE TIME Gojo kissed Geto for losing a bet, Shoko caught them + took a picture. The two being the school's hottest topic, she took advantage of it and sold the pictures for 1,000 yen each.

Geto's singing voice is gorgeous. Gojo still has video recordings of Geto singing (love) songs with his guitar. (The whole atmosphere of the videos are so romantic too. The setting sun, candles, comfy bed, soft blankets, everything.)

If this was going to be the outcome, Gojo would have confessed sooner. Kissed him more, hugged him more, and told him he loved him thousands of times.

(Bonus; also joking. maybe not) Gojo cries. A lot. It's always red around his eyes. The real reason he always wears a blindfold ‼️ (Only on special occasions or gut feeling of "something-bad-will-happen" does he take extra, extra care of his eyes to disguise those eyes that scream "I have cried for 12 hours straight" 💀)

Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful day after reading my hcs 🥰

No, I don't have money to pay for your therapy session(s).

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #satosugu angst #stsg #stsg angst #jjk #jjk headcanons #gojo hcs #geto hcs

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