lynn

ok if u ignored my warnings that’s on u

i want them to be together for a while before gojo dies. and considering jjk0 takes place in 2017 and he’s killed in 2018, i want them as a couple (hell maybe even married) prior to 2017.

is that crazy?

august 2007 

“here we go!” shoko dragged out, lining up her eraser for the target, satoru gojo. 

suguru threw his pencil, and you were sat with your back against the tree, sipping some electrolyte drink to replenish after this morning. 

you’d been sent to finish the job of an incomplete mission abandoned by a third year, expecting the curse to be close to death.

what you didn’t think that meant was that you’d have to do everything yourself. it had been happening a lot more often– being sent on missions alone ever since satoru officially became the strongest. 

you looked back up, seeing the objects miss him completely and his hands casually come up to grab them. you were shocked, but your muscles were still aching too much for your body to have a physical reaction.

“yeah,” he said calmly. “that worked well.” 

shoko’s eyes widened. “uh, what the heck was that?”

“auto selection of targets for jujutsu technique?” suguru chimed in.

“yeah! though to be more precise, i’m the target for the auto technique. i’ve automated what i used to do manually. so now it can discern an object’s danger level based on the strength of its cursed energy, its mass, its velocity, and its shape.” 

you yawned, stretching out your limbs and sinking down to lay completely on the floor. “are you working on becoming poison resistant too?” 

you’d meant it as a joke, but you weren’t exactly surprised when he let out a smug chuckle. “i’d like to get it to discern poisons too, but that’s proving to be a little difficult.”

“this will allow me to keep my limitless technique active almost perpetually with minimal resources.”

that made you sit up, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as shoko verbalized your thoughts for you. 

“having it perpetually active will fry your brain.” she said, her voice soft with concern.

“but i can also keep running the reverse curse technique with the energy i generate on my own. so i’m constantly giving it a fresh brain to work with.” satoru explained, spinning the pencil quickly in between his fingers.

“i’ve already nailed shortening my hand seals. so red, and blue, can be activated simultaneously during multiple situations. the only remaining hurdles are domain expansion and teleportation over long distances. i’ll be able to get that down if we set up some courses without any obstacles in jujutsu high. shoko, could you lend me some lab rats?” 

“uhh…” she hesitated, trying to avoid the conversation by switching over to look at you. “you’ve been oddly quiet, did everything go okay?” 

“mhm.” you nodded, taking another sip of your drink as you continued to melt into the shaded concrete. “just tired.” 

“oh yeah?” satoru asked, walking over to sit beside you, his skin beginning to burn from the intense sunlight. “that fourth year didn’t do a good job?” 

you scoffed, sitting up and bending your knees up to rest your arms on them. “i don’t think i could say she even did her job at all. when i got there, that curse barely had a scratch on it. aren’t they meant to be better than us?”

they all hummed in agreement, satoru’s hand coming up to pat your shoulder as you looked up at suguru. 

“what about you?” you mumbled, noticing how equally quiet he’d been. 

“yeah, suguru, have you lost weight?” satoru questioned, his voice carrying a playful edge. “you okay?” 

suguru nodded, but you couldn’t help but notice how heavy his eyebags had gotten since amanai’s death a little over a year ago. between the three of you, it definitely affected him the most. 

according to satoru, he’d gotten over it that same day as a result of his awakening. you’d done the same, though the memory seemed a little more bleary with each passing day. whether it was you trying to forget or avoid it, you weren’t sure.

“i’m just fatigued from the heat. i’ll be fine.” suguru answered steadily.

“did you eat too many somen noodles?” satoru teased, earning a smack on the head from you as you scolded him. 

before anyone else could say anything, suguru’s phone pinged, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth. you knew the look– hell, you’re pretty sure that’s what you looked like too whenever you got the news. 

“another mission?” you asked sympathetically, seeing the way his body physically displayed his exhaustion. 

suguru nodded, quickly saying his goodbyes and walking off in search of yaga for more details before he officially departed.

before you could stop yourself, you shot up, saying a quick goodbye to your friends as you followed after suguru, hearing the heavy sigh he let out as he ran his hands down his face. 

you caught up quickly, placing your hand on his shoulder and forcing him to turn around. he looked at you curiously, his face looking even more tired up close. 

“is everything alright?” you asked softly.

his words stuttered, debating on whether he’d let it out or not. after a second, he smiled calmly. “yes, i just don’t think i slept very well last night.” 

you studied his face, seeing those dark crescents beneath his eyes that somehow looked darker up close. “you’re lying.”

his breath hitched, eyes averting your gaze and staring down the path. his lips parted as he turned back to you. 

“actually,” he began, his voice quiet, almost careful. “there’s been something i’ve–” 

“suguru!” yaga’s voice cut in, “let’s go, this mission can’t wait long!”

without looking away, your jaw tightened as you raised a hand in yaga’s direction, signaling for him to hang on one second longer. “he can wait.” 

the taller man inhaled sharply, the tension between the two of you surging rapidly. he forced out a breathy laugh, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck while clenching his jaw.

“nevermind. it’s nothing like that. i was… just going to ask if you wanted a souvenir. the mission’s in shibuya. i remember the last time we were up there together, you mentioned wanting to go back under better circumstances.”

the lie landed between you like broken glass, the both of you knew you knew he was full of shit. you stared at him, blankly and deeply observant to see if he’d break. but he didn’t. he never did.

“suguru–” 

“i’ve gotta go,” he said quickly, placing his hands on either sides of your arms, squeezing as his eyes softened for a split second. “i’ll see you later, okay?” 

he didn’t even give you the chance to respond before he rushed off, leaving you standing there with his touch lingering on your biceps. you watched as he walked away with yaga, his posture slouched, shoulders tight, like something heavy was pressing down on him from the inside out.

“oh, sugu...” you sighed to yourself, walking down the opposite path to your dorm room.

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪

suguru didn’t return until a few days later, his body aching and bruised from his mission. 

you’d wanted to catch him on his first day back, but you’d gotten tangled up with a quick mission of your own. nothing crazy, so you were back the following day. 

you hummed to yourself as you tightened your handwraps, walking down the halls of one of the lecture buildings, turning the corner to see suguru sitting by the window.

you frowned at his state– hair down yet somehow still nice, his back slumped, and his body seeming to fill less of his summer uniform than it did last year.

“hey.” you called out softly, his eyes glancing up to you. 

he responded with a soft greeting of your name, his tired eyes following you as you walked over slowly to sit perpendicularly to him, leaning against the wall. you noticed a small box in his hand, but you decided not to point it out immediately. 

“back so soon?” you asked, keeping your tone gentle. 

suguru sighed a laugh. “it wasn’t too difficult of a curse. only took me an hour.” 

he tossed you the box, your hands coming up with a quick instinct to catch it before it fell on your body. you held it up in the air in front of your face, examining it for a second before he spoke again, already knowing what your question was going to be.

“i got it for you.” he mumbled.

you sat up straight, hair falling all over the place. you threw a confused glance at him, looking down at the box, flipping it open. instantly, your lips parted, seeing the gleaming metal of the necklace shine back up at you. 

“oh my– thank you.” you whispered. “it’s beautiful, suguru.”

the charm was simple, a ward-like talisman that matched the metal of the chain. it wasn’t flashy by any means, it was an intentional choice– definitely picked out by suguru geto. you moved it in between your fingers, admiring each and every angle. 

“it’s a ward.” suguru spoke gently. “nothing complicated, but the old lady who sold it to me said it was meant to protect whoever wears it.”

you blinked up at him, your eyes growing a little glassy, forcing your throat to tighten. “you got this for me?”

“i figured it would give you some peace of mind. especially since you’ve been getting sent out alone lately.”

after a few more moments of you gushing and thanking him profusely, you stopped, lifting the necklace in his direction with a hopeful look. 

“put it on me?”

suguru chuckled, taking it from your hands gently and unclasping it. you moved beside him, turning away as he moved your hair out of the way, looping the chain around your neck swiftly, his breath soft on your neck as he clasped it, letting the talisman rest on your chest.

“how’s it look?” you asked happily, turning back to face him.

you weren’t sure when the last time you’d seen him smile was, so when you were met with a soft one, you couldn’t help but smile wider. he stared at the necklace, then back up at you, giving you a simple nod of agreement. 

with a soft sigh, you brought your hand up to his shoulder, feeling the tension soaring in his body. the moment turned soft as he melted into it, like you’d solved a temporary issue for his mind. you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows, pursing your lips to the side as you watched him. 

“are we finally gonna talk about it?” you mumbled, his shoulders tensing again. 

“do–” suguru started, interrupted by a call of his name. 

you wanted to be annoyed at the fact you’d been interrupted again, but it washed away as you noticed haibara at the corner that you’d turned just moments ago. you smiled as suguru offered him a drink, letting the younger boy sit to his other side. 

haibara cracked open his cola as you raised your legs over suguru’s, his hand instantly coming up to rest on your shin. 

“i’m going pretty far away for my mission tomorrow.” haibara said gladly. 

surugu’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept his gaze down. “i thought you had a break this week?” 

“i did, but she let me take her mission.” the boy chuckled, pointing up at you. “it took me forever to convince her.” 

you smiled kindly. “i only said yes because it’s a grade two curse and you wouldn’t quit nagging me about it.” 

the three of you shared a laugh, softening the tension that had subtly built. 

“is that so? bring back a souvenir.” suguru added. 

“you bet! do you prefer sweet stuff, or are you more of a salty guy?” 

“satoru might want some too, so sweet i guess.” 

“you got it!” 

the conversation dulled, the air settling comfortably before suguru spoke again.

“haibara.. do you like being a jujutsu sorcerer? it’s not too hard?”  

well that’s one way to kill the mood. haibara blinked, surprised yet unfazed. 

“hm, let’s see.” he pondered, leaning forward on his knees. “i’ve never really been the kinda guy who thinks too deeply about things, you know? i like doing stuff not everybody else can do! and i like working hard!” 

“i see. i guess that’s good.” he turned to look at you. “what about you?” 

“uhm,” you hesitated, thinking of all the ups and downs you’d had in the past year. your blood that had permanently stained the stone of the tomb, amanai’s limp body, the feeling of being sliced and carved open and being forced to reassemble yourself.

if you were to tell him the truth, you would’ve said even though you hated it and wished you’d been born a normal person, you wouldn’t choose to be anything else. but judging by the glow in his eye when haibara said yes, you knew being honest wouldn’t do him any good.

“yeah, i think so.” you faltered, saying nothing else in fear of being caught in your lie. 

before suguru could call you on it, your ears twitched at the approaching footsteps. you looked at the tall woman who stood in front of the three of you, 

“you with the hair. are you geto?” she asked, standing confidently. “i was wondering what type of women you go for?” 

you nearly choked on your spit at the question, suguru’s hand tightening slightly on your leg as his posture shifted, subtle and defensive.

“who are you?” he asked plainly, the answer cut off before haibara chirped up, his energy almost contagious. 

“i like the type of girls who eat a lot! 

“oh?” 

“haibara…” suguru muttered, his words matching your stale face perfectly.

“don’t worry about her, geto, she’s not a bad person. i can tell, i’m a great judge of character!” 

suguru tensed. “you say that, yet you’re sitting next to me.” 

“hm? yeah!” 

the woman laughed. “hey, he was being sarcastic, you know.” 

“how about we let them chat?” you felt awkward from where you sat. so, you swung your legs off of suguru and pulled haibara up gently. you walked back down the hall, letting go of haibara’s arm as he turned around and waved goodbye. 

you turned the corner as well, seeing haibara walk out of the building all the way, waving to you as well. the right thing to do would be to follow behind him, let suguru and the woman have a conversation alone.

but for whatever reason, you lingered, pinning your back to the wall as they continued. 

“your underclassmen?” she asked, voice echoing on the walls. “he’s cute, i like how candid he is.” 

“as a sorcerer,” he replied, “i think he should be more wary of people.” 

“and the girl?” she continued. ”what about her, is she your girlfriend?” 

you heard suguru sigh. “no, she’s just a good friend.” 

“good. in that case, do you plan on answering my original question?” “not until you answer my question first. so who are you?” 

“special grade sorcerer, yuki tsukumo. does that name ring any bells?” 

your stomach dropped, the name landing heavier than you’d expected. the memories of your meeting with the higherups flashed in your mind– mission reports reassigned, curses underestimated, injuries you’d told yourself were just part of the job. 

her leftovers.

even though you were strong enough to fight special grade curses, your hereditary technique wasn’t special grade material. sure, it was powerful on paper– but it didn’t have the capabilities to destroy an entire city. therefore, you had already prepared yourself to be stuck at grade one for the rest of your life, just like most sorcerers.

“wait, so you’re her?” 

“ooh i like the sound of that! what have you heard?” 

suguru didn’t hesitate to be blunt. “that you’re a special grade that never accepts any missions, and those usually end up falling onto my friend who was just here. a good for nothing that’s been wasting her time abroad.” 

“man,” yuki groaned dramatically, “i really hate jujutsu high school!” 

was she… pouting?

“i’m joking. though it’s true i don’t get along with jujutsu high school’s policies. all they’re interested in is treating the symptoms of a problem. and i want to do something to treat the cause.”

“you wanna treat the cause?” 

“rather than hunting cursed spirits, i wanna create a world where they don’t get born in the first place.” yuki answered, her voice steady and serious.

it took everything in you to keep quiet at her words. was she insane? your mind was stuck on that one sentence, that you barely heard the rest of her explanation. your fingers dug into your palms as you bit your lip, trying your best not to turn the corner and interject before she could go too far.

“to put it in the most general terms, if all of mankind were jujutsu sorcerers, curses wouldn’t be born.” 

“or, you could solve the problem by killing all non-sorcerers.” 

suguru? 

you couldn’t bear to hear the rest of the conversation, sprinting out of the building only to be met with the sudden rain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you sat down quickly in the corner of the doorframe, feeling your breathing pick up into quick, short gasps.  

surely, he didn’t mean that. surely, he wasn’t crazy enough to believe that was possible. right? no. it was suguru. rational, level-headed, suguru. there’s no way he could actually believe something like that was possible. 

right? 

you’d sat there longer than you’d meant to, your knees pulled into your chest and your arms wrapped loosely around them. the initial rush of panic dulled into something heavier, a fog that pressed down on your thoughts. he didn’t say it like a joke, that was the part you couldn't shake. 

suguru was the furthest thing from impulsive. he didn’t speak without thinking, didn’t act without thinking of the consequences, always chose the words carefully enough to leave room for interpretation and empathy. 

there’d been no room in that sentence. 

maybe he’d been testing her, testing her reaction. maybe–

the doors creaked open, still visible from where you were sitting. they didn’t notice you immediately, suguru seeing her off before turning around, his breath hitching as he met your teary eyes. 

he mumbled your name in surprise, “you’re still here?”

“did you mean that?” your voice quieter than you’d intended. 

suguru blinked, clearly caught off guard. he stepped closer instinctively, but stopped himself because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

“mean what?” he asked, the tension in his shoulders building again.

“what you said,” you swallowed, voice wavering despite your efforts. “about killing non-sorcerers.”

saying it out loud, the words made your chest tighten all over again. his expression was undecipherable as he stared at you, his lips parting as he compiled his thoughts. 

“i was speaking hypothetically.” he finally answered. 

you searched his face, hoping for something, anything that would let you believe him fully. 

“but you've thought about,” you said instead, hating the way you noticed his jaw tightening. “haven’t you?”

another string of silence. 

suguru exhaled slowly, eyes flicking away from you as if the ground suddenly held something more interesting, your chest aching when you noticed. something unreadable flashed behind his eyes when they met yours again.

“i don’t want to.” 

you let out a shaky scoff, staring down at your shoes. “you didn’t say she was wrong.”

“i didn’t say she was right either.”

his words should’ve helped, you knew that. but they didn’t. 

regardless, you nodded because you didn’t know what else to do. you could tell he wasn’t okay, and pushing further felt like stepping on thin ice– one wrong step and something beneath you would crack beyond repair.

“okay.” you mumbled, even though nothing felt okay at all.

suguru hesitated, then finally stepped and crouched in front of you, keeping the distance close enough to be present, but not far enough to corner you. “i’m not going to hurt anyone. not like that.” 

you looked up at him, eyes glossy as they searched his face. 

“promise?” 

the word lingered in the air, feeling a bit childish. he didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice was steady. 

“i promise.” 

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪

this place had been under a guardian once– whatever stood before you now was only what remained after it broke. 

you whistled at the scene, seeing the splattered blood on the ground, the collapsed buildings, and the curse. you hadn’t been told any details about the mission, just that you’d be accompanying satoru. 

“who died here?” you joked, seeing the amount of blood left behind in one particular spot. satoru tensed, avoiding your gaze as you looked up at him, your eyes widening. “wait, did someone actually die here?!” 

“it’s a grade one curse, formally registered as a weaker grade two.” he dodged your question, trying to joke around. “what should we do, pupil?” 

you scoffed in his face. “look, i get you’re ‘the strongest’ or whatever, but don’t treat me like i’m your student.” 

“yes ma’am,” satoru shook his head, watching as you still analyzed the scene despite your stubbornness. “you lead the way.”

the curse waved its tentacles around, wrecking buildings and threatening civilian’s safety. you glanced up at satoru, who was already looking down at you, his expression soft as he traced your face. 

you could feel your cheeks flush, but you coughed awkwardly as you turned back to the scene. 

“alright. it doesn't look too strong for a grade one, so i’ll exorcise it while you take care of the people?” you proposed, hearing him chuckle beside you.

“sounds good.” he agreed, your legs instantly moving as you split up quickly. “i’ll put up the veil!”

you nodded, watching as the sky darkened momentarily, darting straight for the curse. it could hear your footsteps, turning around and swinging a tentacle at you– its singular eye following your body as you jumped over it, landing on the ground gracefully. 

it swung at you again, going under your legs while you jumped again, letting the tentacle swing into a building. you turned around, seeing the rubble crumble to the ground, satoru’s figure flashing by before it could hit anyone. 

“wow, you’re kinda dramatic, don’t you think?” you asked, untying your handwraps all the way and tying them around your waist. 

the curse growled, nothing coherent despite being a grade one, but you could see it was frustrated at the fact that it missed you. it swung yet again, but this time you hopped onto its arm, running up the length of it and punching it straight in its eye. you giggled as it cried out, hitting it again before letting yourself slide down its backside. 

when your feet touched the broken concrete again, you flexed your fingers– feeling a lack of cursed energy in your body. you groaned at the realization, remembering how you had barely any stored up from your past mission. 

this was the downside to your technique. to use it effectively, you had to take some hits. 

you braced yourself as the curse ran towards you, letting it hit you with its slimy arm, sending you crashing into a nearby wall. a pained noise escaped your mouth, your body quickly processing the injury and converting it.

your leg pushed you off, sending you back towards the curse. you wrapped your arms around the girthy tentacle, twisting your body quickly to use the momentum, pulling its arm off and hearing it scream as purple blood spewed out into the air. 

throwing the arm aside, your eyes fell to where something had fallen out, plopping into the pool of blood. you squinted, trying to make out what it was from the distance. 

was that… a lower half of a body?

the curse swung, but you ducked under it while you ran towards the severed body, sliding your knees on the concrete– the fabric of your pants ripping and causing your knees to scrape, leaving a trail of blood behind you. 

a white card had fallen out of the legs’ pocket, letting you pick it up as you ran away, avoiding another attempted hit. 

you could feel your heart twist and your eyes water immediately as you read the id card. 

tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school. second grade. 

yu haibara.

this was your mission.

the ground behind you shook, the curse growing antsy at the fact it hadn’t killed you yet. your fingers trembled around the plastic card, the edges biting into your palm as if it would blur, or disappear, or turn into someone else’s. your breathing hitched, sharp and uneven like your body couldn’t know if it was supposed to fight or fold. 

“no…” you whispered to yourself, the word slipping before you realized you’d spoken at all. 

the curse screeched, absolutely enraged by now. its movements grew sloppy yet they remained violent as it barreled toward you. behind you, its presence was thick and suffocating– but all you could care about was the card in your hand. 

if he hadn’t begged you for it, if he hadn’t wanted to impress suguru… would he be alive right now?

the curse slammed into you from the side, sending you flying into another nearby building. however, your technique didn’t settle quietly this time. the blow had blood sputtering out of your mouth, your ribs aching and stuck as the pressure locked itself into place under your skin. 

your body had absorbed the impact as usual, but it didn’t stop at converting it. the compression kept building, coiling tighter and tighter– your cursed energy soaring. 

another hit as it dashed forward and punched you in the gut. another hit as it peeled you off the building and sent you back in the direction you had come from. 

you staggered, vision blurring as you barely stood on your feet, every step feeling like you were moving through water. your wraps slipped off your hips, leaving them to pool on the ground around your ankles. you were taking on too much, too fast. 

yet somehow, the pain of it all hadn’t overwhelmed you like it had back when you fought toji zen’in. 

“bastard,” you breathed, turning slowly to face the curse. your voice shook– not with fear, but with something hotter. “you think you get to kill me now, too?” 

it lashed out again, but this time you didn’t dodge. the impact drove you into the ground, the world ringing violently as your technique swallowed it whole, cursed energy flooding every inch of you. 

simultaneously, you felt something inside you give out. not your muscles, but your limit. 

cursed energy spelled outward in a rush, uncontained and frantic, slamming into the ground beneath you. the concrete split, fractures racing outward from where your hands pressed into it. you gasped sharply as your eyes blew open, the pressure leaving you and spreading around you.

oh.

your body was never the limit to your technique. it was your mind.

you pushed yourself upright, your body tensing slightly as you watched your cursed energy thread through the street in which you’d walked, the buildings you’d been slammed into– the air thick with residue. 

the curse hesitated, eye widening as your energy brushed against its own, not stopping at the surface. your energy surged through your newly discovered connection, the pressure forcing itself into its cursed circulation, your technique disrupting it violently. 

It shrieked as its body convulsed, its movements jerky and uncoordinated while its own energy turned against it, tearing at its insides. your cursed energy was strong, but instead of making it stronger, it made it worse. too much at once. 

you stood there shaking in confusion, watching the scene unravel in front of you. instinctively, your fingers curled inward a bit, causing the building beside the curse to groan. slowly, the structure collapsed, falling onto the curse. one tentacle had gotten caught, forcing it to rip away from it, another splatter of purple staining the scene. 

its scream was cut off as you clenched your hand into a fist, the curse exploding into pieces, vanishing into the air with a final, distorted pulse.

silence followed as your legs gave out, forcing you to fall to your knees as you trembled. sobs ripped out of you, your hands hitting the ground as they shook uncontrollably. 

your technique had evolved, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything else other than the fact that your friend– who you’d seen just yesterday– was gone. 

the id card slipped from your numb fingers, plastic clattering onto the concrete. warmth surrounded you instantly as satoru knelt beside you, close enough that you could feel his chest on your back. 

“it was my mission!” you cried, tears staining the concrete. “haibara, he–” 

“i know.” satoru interrupted, his palm resting on your shoulder as you sat up. “he and nanami–”

“nanami, too?!” 

satoru shook his head quickly. “no, no, nanami’s back at jujutsu high. it was only haibara.” 

“you knew?” you laughed weakly, looking up at satoru with glossy eyes. you both stood up, his mouth opening to speak but the words died on his tongue as you shoved at his chest. “you knew and you didn’t tell me?!” 

your hands were fisted in his jacket, your knuckles white as you shoved him once more– this time with less force. 

“you stood there,” you choked, blinded by your own tears. “and you let me joke. you let me walk in here thinking it was just another mission.” 

satoru didn’t step back, he just stood there and took it. his face had grown into one of regret and sympathy, hating the way you were reacting as a result of his actions. his jaw tightened as your anger seemed to melt away instantly, your body being drawn to him as you rested your face into his chest, sobbing into him. 

“if i’d told you,” he said carefully. “you wouldn’t have been able to fight. not like that.” 

his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as your tears stained his clothes. you stayed there for a while, surrounded by wreckage and silence as the brief argument faded because neither of you had anything left to give it.

you turned your head to the side, wiping your face as you looked at the scene in front of you. your body trembled, turning your neck back into him. for now, it was enough to let him hold you, and leave the rest of the world waiting. 

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪

september 2007

investigations confirmed that all 112 were killed by a cursed spirit, which the residuals revealed to be the work of suguru geto’s curse manipulation. 

you stared at yaga with blank eyes, lips parted in shock as you processed what he said. 

he promised.

“huh?” satoru finally let out.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” yaga sighed. “suguru killed everyone in the village. 

“i heard you the first time. that’s why i said ‘huh’ to what you said.”

“suguru’s old home was already an empty husk as well. though from the blood stains and residuals, he most likely killed his parents–”

“like hell he did!” satoru yelled, clearly in disbelief himself. 

words seemed impossible, your head blank as you replayed that conversation with suguru. you walked away, leaving the men standing in the hall alone. you exited the building, your breath shaky as you stepped onto a bus, not knowing where it was taking you. 

you’d ended up in shinjuku as the bus reached its last stop. the doors hissed open, spilling you out into the street with everyone else. sunlight bled into the early evening, voices overlapping, life moving forward like the world hadn’t just shifted on its axis. 

your chest felt tight as you sat down on a park bench, your hands curling into the sleeves of your jacket while tears fell slowly from your eyes. the city felt too loud, too alive when all you could hear was yaga’s voice echoing in your head. 

suguru killed everyone in the village.

he’d said goodbye to you before that mission. 

your hand came up to mess with your necklace, toying with the talisman between the length of your fingers as you swallowed hard– shaking your head as if that might change the truth. 

“hey, mind if i sit?” 

you flinched at the voice, looking up at it with glossy eyes. suguru stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets as if it was another casual day– as if he didn’t have blood on his hands.

you nodded hesitantly, eyes following him as he took a seat beside you, facing forward despite your piercing stare. 

the two of you sat in silence for a bit before he finally turned to look at you with a sigh. 

“i’m–” 

“no.” you cut him off, tears falling slowly. “i’m sorry. i knew something was wrong with you after you talked to yuki, and i let it be. i knew you were lying in my face and i didn’t say anything because i never would’ve imagined you’d follow through with this.”

suguru inhaled slowly, like your words had hurt him. “this isn’t your fault. if the world had more people like you, then this idea would seem a lot more ridiculous to me.” 

you sniffled. “what do you mean?”

“those monkeys bring no value to the world other than keeping jujutsu sorcerers busy. these curses are born because they don’t know how to control their cursed energy. you carry an immense amount of cursed energy constantly because of your technique, you know how to control it so you don’t create any curses.”

you stared at him like he’d spoken a language you didn’t recognize. his expression stayed the same, like he truly believed everything he was saying. 

“even though you’re a sorcerer, you’re proof it's possible.” suguru continued evenly. “you exist with enough cursed energy to build an entire new arsenal for me if you lost control– and yet you don’t. not once have you let it spill over into something mindless.”

your breaths were wet and short, trying your best to keep yourself together as best you could. 

“so that’s it?” you asked shakily. “you look at me and decide i’m the exception?”

suguru shook his head calmly. “you’re not an exception, you’re the standard. everyone else refuses to meet it.” 

“they’re people, suguru.” you snapped, nails biting into your palms. “they don’t know how to meet that standard because they don’t understand jujutsu!” 

“exactly. that’s what makes them inferior.” he replied, turning his body to fully face you. “then jujutsu sorcerers are forced to clean up their messes even if it costs them their lives.” 

you shook your head softly with a short laugh, wiping a single tear with your fingers. “you can’t protect yourself from something you don’t even know exists.”

“thinking that way is why good people like haibara end up dead.” he said, his hand reaching out to rest on your thigh. “i won’t force you to believe me or help– but this is a lot more possible with the help of your technique. i heard you evolved it.” 

“yeah, i did.” tears streamed freely now as you laughed weakly. “but i’m not insane enough to help you out.” 

“you’re okay with being treated as nothing more than an object?” he asked gently. 

“if it means i get to save those who can’t save themselves,” you shrugged your shoulders. “then yes.”

suguru nodded, letting another wave of silence fall over. you scooted over, leaning into his side as if you could keep him here and stop his crazy ideals before they went further. but really, you were just doing it to feel close to him one last time. 

he leaned his head down to rest on yours, staring at the setting sun that somehow made the city livelier. 

“so this is it.” you mumbled, pulling away from him and standing. he followed, taking your hand in his. 

“i guess it is.” 

you smiled at him, a genuine one you didn’t need to force despite the ache in your heart. he said your name quietly, squeezing your fingers. 

“i love you, sugu.” you said, voice raw as tears streamed calmly down your cheeks. 

“i love you, too.” suguru smiled, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead. “that’s exactly why i’m doing this.”

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪

ever since that day, you’d kept yourself distant from satoru and shoko for a while. you couldn’t shake the curiosity that had taken over your mind– wondering what suguru had been up to. 

you tried to refrain, but you found yourself walking into the undergrounds of the former building of the star religious group. you couldn’t quite remember where you’d heard it, but you knew suguru would be here tonight. 

the voices of two men echoed in the rusty space, causing you to press your back against the wall– trying your best to remain unseen. 

you watched as the unfamiliar man walked away, making a call on his phone while walking right past you, more focused on lighting his cigarette than he was on even getting the chance to notice you. 

“test, test.” suguru said into the microphone. “can you hear me?” 

taking one glance behind you to make sure the man was gone, you stepped forward towards the steps suguru had gone up.

two small gasps made you wince, your head turning towards the two small girls standing to the side, watching you with wide eyes. 

you did your best to ignore them as suguru carried on. 

“sorry for the wait everyone, but i’ll keep this brief. from this moment onward, this organization belongs to me. i’ll be changing the name too, so i expect everyone to follow along with me.” he spoke, being met with objections from the members. 

“do you know mr. geto?” one of the girls chirped in. 

“you’re very pretty.” the other said.

you smiled at them, leaving suguru’s voice in the background as you kept your voice quiet. “thank you. are you in danger?” 

the one with lighter hair giggled, the sound of someone walking towards the stage growing louder behind you. 

“no, mr. geto rescued us from the mean people!” 

just then, you heard blood splatter, turning back to the stage, the portion of the walls covered in blood.

“now then, once again.” suguru wiped some off his face, tossing the microphone on the ground while feedback echoed in the space. “i hate monkeys.” 

you could see him turning back to walk off stage, making you panic since you didn’t want him to see you. you did a double take at the girls, trusting that suguru really did save them, not noticing the way your wraps had fallen out of your pocket as you ran out the building. 

the girl with the darker hair walked over to the pile of fallen objects, picking it up just as suguru reunited with them again– you being long gone. 

“mimiko?” suguru asked. “what are you doing?” 

she lifted the wraps into her hands, running over to raise them to suguru. his eyes widened as he looked around the dark space, sensing the residue of your cursed energy. 

“your friend stopped by, mr. geto!” nanako chirped from behind him. “should we give these back to her?” 

suguru took the wraps out of mimiko’s hands, running his fingers across them before looking down at his daughters. he pocketed the wraps before rubbing their hair, smiling innocently. 

“it’s okay,” he spoke softly. “we’ll find her again one day.”

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there weren’t any titles on what you and satoru had going on– and he liked it that way. it didn’t mean you didn’t have any rules, of course.

you had to come to every party the frat hosted, he had to take you on one date minimum every month, and neither of you were allowed to see or sleep with other people.

yet, he’d still insist it was a temporary situation. 

“nah, man. we’re just fucking.” he’d say to his fraternity brothers, sipping on whatever random concoction had been created when he’d set out the alcohol. 

“so… she’s up for grabs?” a random pledge asked.

“fuck no. you so much as look at her and i’ll beat the shit out of you.” 

the pledge looked at him confused. “but you said she wasn’t your girlfriend.”

“don’t be dense.” satoru smacked the back of his head, rolling his eyes. “doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you try to fuck her.”

just then, you approached him, your top doing little to hide anything other than your tits, and your shorts barely covering your ass. satoru immediately smiled, his pupils wide as he looked down at you, whistling as you slot yourself into his side. 

his hand rested possessively on your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin. “havin’ fun, baby?”

“yeah,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek, leaving his pledges standing in awe as they saw who their president had pulled. 

they scattered instantly, your eyes widening slightly as you watched them leave. 

“what’d you say to them, toru?” 

“nothin’, don’t worry.” he answered, his eyes looking around for a second before landing back on you. “wanna go upstairs?” 

despite rolling your eyes, you pulled him down the familiar path to the stairs, passing drunken people making out on the steps, and then down the hall to his master bedroom– one of the many perks of being president. 

your lips didn’t find his immediately like he’d been hoping– instead he watched as you sighed and slumped over to his bed, stripping your shorts off before face planting to his sheets dramatically.

satoru chuckled, following your actions and stepping out of his jeans as he leaned down and pressed his chest against your back as he laid down on top of you. 

he moved his head beside yours, lips latching onto your neck as he began to suck softly. you sighed at the feeling, letting yourself melt into the feeling. 

“what’s up with you?” he asked, pulling away for a second. “your panties are still on, so it must be bad.” 

you laughed, eyes fluttering open as you stared at a blank space on the wall. “missed you. you were so busy with that shirtless car wash or whatever you sluts were doing.” 

satoru retracted, propping himself up to look down at you. “we needed funds! do you think alcohol buys itself?” 

“yeah, yeah. it’s just an excuse to be a manwhore and show your muscles off to girls.” you teased, laughing at him as he huffed, plopping back down onto you but letting the side of his face rest against yours as he stared at the same spot you were.

“are you jealous, baby?” he smirked back, “hate the idea of other girls seeing me with my shirt off?” 

you scoffed. “nah.” 

though you couldn’t see him, you knew he looked perplexed. his protest died on his tongue as you spoke again. 

“look at your walls. i think i’ve got you pretty locked down.” 

his eyebrows furrowed, but he obeyed anyway, examining the walls he saw everyday. he really didn’t know how he hadn't noticed until now, but his walls were pretty bland– the only outstanding decor being a ‘saturdays are for the boys’ flag, and polaroids littered all over the paint.

none of them were of him and his friends. 

they were all of him and you.

your first official date. an image of you and him stuffing your faces with sweets, his fingers holding a mochi up to your mouth as you took a bite. 

your matching costume from the halloween party. an image of you pinned to his side, his large hand resting on your ass while you both smiled at the camera. 

your recent hookup. a slightly blurry image of you both sticking your tongues out at the camera that you held above your head, his cock buried deep inside you and ramming into your sweet spot. 

yikes. 

he really was obsessed with you. 

“shiiit,” he dragged out, his voice joking. “where’s my ring then?”

you laughed loudly, blending perfectly with the noise downstairs. satoru rolled off of you, scooting up the bed and leaning himself up against the pillows.

he pulled you with him, adjusting you to straddle him as his hands landed on either side of your waist. 

his blue eyes pierced into yours, admiring your smile as your fingers dragged along his jawline and then down the bridge of his nose. 

“fuckin’ obsessed, arent you?” you asked, pressing your hips down on him subtly that he could’ve easily have confused it for an accident.

satoru exhaled sharply, fingers pressing slightly deeper into your skin. “babe–”

you moved again, more intentionally this time as you rocked your hips against him, building a slow rhythm. 

“won’t call me your girlfriend, but you treat me like one.” you sighed, lavishing in the way satoru had started to bite back his noises. “you love me?”

your underwear was already drenched, mixing with the precum seeping out of satoru’s briefs. he let out a shaky moan, starting to guide the speed of your pussy grinding against him. 

“f-fuck yeah.” he groaned, letting his head tip back against the pillow for a second before you squished his cheeks, forcing him to look back up at you. 

“then show me.”

instantly, he flipped you over, letting his mouth find your neck, licking the small hickey that had started to bloom from earlier before picking a new spot, one hand cupping your jaw as he sucked and kissed at the skin. 

you moaned softly at the sensation, the noise from the ongoing party downstairs melting away as you focused on listening to his heavy breathing.

satoru’s free hand trailed down, squeezing your boobs before going further, his fingertips rubbing at the wet spot in between your legs. 

“dripping, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he whispered into your skin. “all from seeing yourself all over my walls?” 

you nodded, your hands came up to thread in his hair– tugging at the snowy strands. he moved your panties to the side, letting his slim fingers slide up and down your folds. his middle one circled at your entrance, pressing it in and basking in the way your walls welcomed him eagerly. 

another followed, the length of them perfect as they curled up, soft wet noises filling the room. your back arched up into him, tits pressing into his chest as he fingered you and sucked marks onto your skin. 

gripping his hair, you pulled him back to press his lips to yours, tongues exploring each other as you cried into his mouth. 

“t-toru…” you whined, feeling your orgasm already building just from his hand, his thumb circling your swollen clit.

but you knew him. the second he felt your walls clench around them, he pulled away from you, shoving that same hand into his pants, smearing your slick all over his cock.

you rolled your eyes at the way he smirked at you, soft moans leaving his mouth as he stroked himself. 

he pulled his underwear down, tossing it somewhere forgotten as he climbed back on top of you, lifting your leg onto his hip as he looked down at your pussy, staring in awe as you clenched around nothing. 

“please, baby.” you begged, blinking up at him with glossy, lustful eyes. “fuck me already.” 

satoru smiled, tapping his tip against your clit, making a soft wet noise that filled the space. “fuck you? no, no. you asked me to show you that i love you, yeah?” 

with that, he pushed in, easing his length through the initial resistance, both of you sighing in relief as the head popped in, the rest sliding in slowly. your eyes burned into where you were joint, a single tear of pleasure running down your cheek. 

he pressed his forehead to yours for a second, his warm breath hitting your skin. you locked your ankles around his torso, digging your heels into his back to get him moving.

unlike your past hookups, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. it felt warm– loving. 

the pace stayed the same– long, deep thrusts while keeping his eyes on you. satoru reached for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as he pinned it on the pillow beside your head. 

“i love the way you take care of me.” he whispered, voice deep and gruff in your ear. “the way you keep me on top of my work, y’don’t like it when i slack off.” 

your eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows furrowing as he punctuated his words with sharp thrusts, hand sliding down to hold his shoulder.

the party downstairs was still raging, though you only cared about what was happening within the four walls of satoru gojo’s bedroom. 

he continued, picking up the speed of his hips ever so slightly. “love the way you call me on my shit. the way you swear you don’t get jealous but i see the way you glare at anyone who stares too long.” 

“i don’t–” 

“shh, baby.” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’m talking.” 

your mouth gaped, a small whimper leaving your mouth at his words, the knot in your stomach beginning to build.

you let him keep going, letting your free hand slide up from his shoulder and back into his hair, gripping it like you were bracing yourself for whatever he’d say next. 

“love the way you dress up for these parties, even though i know they're not your favourite thing. and when you make me come up here and change if it doesn’t match what you’re wearing.” his words were growing tight, no doubt getting close to his peak as well. “fuck– just everything about you is perfect. from your heart to this fucking pussy that takes me so well.” 

you cried out as he pulled all the way back, slamming his hips into you with fervor. he’d sped up the slightest bit, free hand coming down to rub your clit.

he drank up every sound you let out, groaning at your tugs of his hair. the bedframe was slamming into the wall, matching the beat of the music downstairs. 

“satoru!” you gasped, feeling the way your stomach began to tighten. “i’m– shit! gonna cum, toru, please don’t stop.” 

he chuckled, squeezing your hand and moving his thumb faster. “wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. c’mon, let me feel you cum all over me.” 

his words matched with the overwhelming pleasure, tipped you over the edge, your orgasm slow yet intense as your muscles tensed around him, moans soft and breathy as they filled the room.

the tight feeling around his length was enough to have satoru cumming too, a deep groan dragging out from his lips as he spilt inside of you, warm cum filling you and seeping down your inner thighs. 

“love you s’much, toru.” you mumbled, riding out your high with his slowing thrusts. it was far from his first time coming inside of you, but somehow it felt different this time.

his hips came to a slow stop, his body collapsing on top of you as he panted into your shoulder, whimpering at the aftershocks of his high. you turned your head to press your cheek to his, kissing the tip of his ear before he leaned up to kiss you properly. 

“sounds like i got you pretty whipped, huh?” you teased, smiling with him despite his eyes staying shut. 

“you have no idea.”

they eventually opened slowly, his blue eyes droopy as they met yours. he let go of your hand, bringing it to cup your cheek gently. satoru stared at you like a lovestruck fool, smile widening the more he looked. 

“let me ask you properly, okay? tomorrow, we can go to breakfast and i’ll ask you then.” he proposed, not wanting to ask you to be his girlfriend in his messy bed in a house full of drunk idiots. 

“okay.” you nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. 

he held you as he pulled out slowly, both of you letting out gasps at the feeling. just as he was about to stand up to get a towel to clean you up, the music got somehow louder upstairs, people screaming in excitement over something. 

you sat up, looking at him confused before you heard suguru yell out. 

“keg stand! yo, where the fuck is satoru?”

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