Mimesis
gojo satoru x kenjaku/fake geto suguru | ONGOING ‼️
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“Yo!” The greeting rings in his ears like a microphone dropped on solid ground. It’s a voice Satoru has learned to memorize, try so hard to forget, yet also look for all at the same damn time.
“Satoru,” it purrs.
That can’t be right.
It purrs his name all the same. Uncannily the same.
“Long time no see,” the voice croaks again, closer. Too close. Too real.
It's just another dream, another far fantasy his mind has made up to console his sorry and wounded heart ever since that day. He hasn’t felt the same ever since. And Satoru is convinced that his mind is just playing tricks on him like it has always done. Grief makes you think and do stupid things, you see. Grief is pregnant with delusions and hopes for a love that has nowhere to go.
However, like an Orpheus desperate to see his Eurydice again no matter the orders of Hades…
Satoru turns.
🔗:https://archiveofourown.org/works/87362186/chapters/231417066













