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Suguru doesn’t remember what choices lead him to this moment. What specific actions he made that warranted these things to be happening. Though he does know that simply knowing that the cause of his dilemma is the one and only Gojo Satoru. The white haired man was so clingy with Suguru that many thought they were a couple. Girls would back off when Satoru would intimidate them with a single look. Although, majority of the time Suguru would practically ask the white haired man to do so, as Suguru was raised better than to hurt girls feelings.
However, Gojo Satoru simply never knew when to stop.
Like that being at this very moment. A cute girl had bumped into Suguru shyly asking the sorcerer if he had a girlfriend and was ecstatic when he answered with a ‘no’. At first being annoyed with being bumped into, Suguru found himself enjoying the conversation with the pretty girl even learning that her name was Misa. An hour had passed and the cute girl had slipped her number into his hand and he was off back to the dorms. He soon realized if Satoru saw the girl's number he would instantly tear the small piece of paper and dismiss the action. Quickly before getting close enough for Satoru’s six eyes to see, Suguru typed the number into his phone leaving it simply as ‘Misa’ then throwing the paper into the nearest trash can.
Of course Suguru could never just go to his dorm without problem as the moment he opened the door he saw the sight of a huge lump covered in his bed sheets taking up the majority of the small bed. The problem with being friends with the white haired man was that he believed that he was not 6 feet tall. With a sigh Suguru shoved the other teen into the wall as he flopped onto the bed himself. It didn’t take long before he felt arms wrap around his torso, and on any other day Suguru would’ve fought the arms but for some reason today he let the warmth bring him to sleep. However, that did not stop him from thinking that he was gonna have a talk with the white haired man when they were both awake.
When Suguru had woken up he could feel his body had somehow relaxed and decompressed so much in his sleep that he almost forgot that there was another body pressed into his. Though the moment he did remember he pushed himself out of the others arms and made way out of the room, hoping to make a cup of coffee. Shuffling into the lounge room he was met with the sight of Shoko and Nanami, who were speaking in a hush tone. Shoko quickly moved away from Nanami once seeing Suguru causing the ravenette to raise his eyebrows at the action.
Though knowing Shoko she was most likely “gossiping” or better words talking shit about someone who had pissed her off.
“Hey Geto”
Without stopping himself Suguru let out a sigh before answering, “Yes Shoko”.
“Did you know that Gojo got attacked last night,” the brunette let out a snicker, but despite the light air her eyes held a sense of worry. Taking Suguru’s silence as permission to continue Shoko added “Yeah apparently on his mission while he was fighting a curse some hit man was able to throw something at him and he was stabbed with some poison spear”.
Suguru had felt his gut drop hearing the words and he would’ve been fine if Nanami hadn’t added his part.
“Hmm, Gojo was in such bad shape I thought he was gonna bleed out, though it seems his healing has gotten faster” nodding along Nanami seemed to recount the events.
“Satoru was attacked? How come I didn’t know about this” Suguru could feel the anger start to boil inside him. For him to never receive a call or text to know that Satoru had been in danger and for the teen himself to not tell Suguru last night was beyond frustrating.
“We wanted to, but Gojo said that he tried calling you and you never answered” the venom coming from Shoko didn’t match the way she held herself. Watching her pull out a cigarette and lighter, Suguru knew that she was just keeping herself from blowing up on the ravenette. Taking a deep breath and exhaling the smoke, Shoko waited a few seconds before speaking again, “I was able to extract the poison, there wasn’t enough to cause actual harm, but he insisted he was the one to tell you” and with a shrug of her shoulders she took another drag.
What had surprised Suguru about the entire interaction was Nanami, who had looked upset about Satoru getting hurt. Though Suguru would ignore that for now as he turned around muttering a quick ‘see you later’ before he fully exited the room. Maneuvering his way to his dorm, he was glad to know that the white haired man would still be there.
Gojo Satoru was a creature of habit. Making it easy for Suguru to know that when he crashes he doesn’t move from that spot for hours until someone comes along to make him move again. And right now Geto Suguru would be that person to get Satoru to wake up and tell him what had happened.
Slamming the door open, Suguru could see that the other teen had not moved from when Suguru had left him. Crossing the room to fling the bed sheets off he could see that Satoru’s shirt had ruffled up showing a large wound that seemed to be healing by the second.
“Satoru!”
“Satoru!!”
“Satoru!!!”
Finally the white haired man lazily opened his eyes, making room for Suguru to lay down next to him. However the ravenette stood standing, watching the way the other went back to closing his eyes and seeing the wound finally turn into a white line.
Suguru could feel himself aging by 2 years knowing that Satoru was not going to make it easy for him to find out what had happened last night.
“Satoru I heard what happened” with a deep sigh Suguru saw Satoru sit up, refusing to open his eyes or make an attempt to look at the ravenette.
“Was it Shoko?”
“Does it matter”
“Yeah cause I told her she can’t be a snake cause Christmas is coming up”
“Whatever, are you going to tell me what happened”
Finally Satoru looked over at him, catching Suguru off guard, he doesn’t remember the last time he actually caught a good look at his face. Now that he's thinking about it, when was the last time he even saw Satoru. Was it a week ago? No Satoru was on a mission, hmm was it a month ago? Again no Satoru had been sent off to America to deal with some crap that the higher ups didn’t want to deal with.
Huh.
Now that Suguru was truly thinking about it, he can’t remember the last time he saw the blue eyed man. He knew the other was being worked to the bone, but he didn’t think it had gotten this bad.
Seeing him face to face Satoru looked terrible. He had dark bags under his eyes, and he looked much skinner since whenever he saw him last. His hair was much longer now, almost reaching his shoulders and his recent nap made it disheveled. Suguru was also able to catch glimpses of new cuts that he himself was sure he hadn’t seen from their last encounter.
“I was just caught off guard”
“When do you ever get caught off guard?”
“Last night, duh”
Suguru could feel himself restraining from slapping the other on the back of their head. Opting instead to take a deep breath and stare at the other who was messing with his sheets.
“I was fighting three curses,” Satoru emphasized by throwing three fingers up in the air. “One ended up being a Special Grade and the other two were Special Grade 1’s” the blue eyed teen huffed out his frustration.
“The higher ups fucking lied to me saying ‘Gojo we promise they’re just Grade 2, nothing the Honored One can’t handle’ can’t believe I listened to those dumbasses,” slowly Satoru turned to face him. Seeing that the other one was still in pain from what happened last night.
“Everything was fine, but one of the ugly freaks could teleport so I decided to drop Limitless so he would come straight for me” Satoru’s hand started moving along with the story telling that he was beyond annoyed at the situation.
“My six eyes were so busy on the curses they didn’t see that loser assassin hiding in the bushes, the moment I dropped Limitless he threw the spear” to add dramatics, Satoru picked up his shirt where the large wound had once been. In less than 24 hours the large wound looked like it was never there to begin with.
“I tried calling you after it happened but you wouldn’t answer so I got Nanami to get me”
Ah that makes sense on how Nanami knew what happened before he did. Also makes sense on why Nanami looked displeased at Suguru’s presence despite being the most neutral and respectful person in the Jujutsu world.
Checking his phone he finally noticed the missed calls from Satoru. As he inspected closer he saw the time when he was talking to that cute girl from Shibuya. What was her name again? Miki? Mai? No, none of those sounded right.
Misa!
Suguru would give her a call when he was done with the adult baby in his bed.
“Sorry I was stuck in Shibuya with some stupid curse as well”
Satoru could tell it wasn’t the truth, but perhaps being extremely exhausted was getting to him and he didn’t push further.
“I tried staying up when you got here but I just couldn’t”
Finally standing from the bed, and producing a couple of pops from stretching, Satoru was heading off.
“Maybe we can hangout sometime?” In all truth Suguru did miss speaking and seeing the other, “I miss you Satoru,” also the truth.
Normally the other would respond quickly. With something like, ‘Of course! Who wouldn’t want to hang out with me’ followed by a string of laughter.
This time however Satoru blinked at him. Seeming surprised that Suguru would even bring up something like just hanging out. With a slow nod the other opened the door and seemed to be thinking about slamming it shut to avoid talking further, Suguru had never seen the other act like this before.
“Yeah I’ll text you when I’m free”
With a small wave the door finally closed with Satoru on the other side with a faint ‘click’.
Suguru doesn’t remember when he was holding his breath. He doesn’t even know why he would. Though something with the way Satoru had acted had put him on edge. Like he was afraid of doing something that would piss off Suguru.
Finally laying in his own bed, the spot where Satoru was once still warm provided a sense of comfort. And despite him waking up more than an hour ago Suguru felt his eyelids become heavy and dropping extremely quickly. It wasn’t long before Suguru found himself in a dream.
The dream he knew so well.
One where he wasn’t alone. Laying in a bed similar to his, a room covered in knick knacks and silly things normally reserved for children and not an 18 year old. Suguru would be sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket that held a comforting scent, one he knew anywhere with even his eyes closed.
Next to him was a white haired teen with the brightest blue eyes. The two hunched together eating some take out while laughing about the latest movie they had just seen.
Suguru would then find himself looking at the other, and not long blue eyes would find his.
As if time stopped they both would lean in.
Lips barely touching.
Then one would pull back.
Apologizing and quickly leaving the room.
Not before seeing two blue eyes filled with tears.
And perhaps if he did stay longer he would have seen the other crying about the rejection.
But Suguru didn’t.
And he would never bring it up the next day. Even when he had heard Satoru’s soft crying from his dorm as the walls were too thin. Or after seeing the puffy eyes on the other teen. He ignored the lingering looks and moved when he felt the soft touches last long despite both normally being clingy.
Satoru never brought it up either.
Even when Suguru would bring a girl back to their dorms. Or when Suguru would ask for something. Instead he would take on more missions, take on the burden for all of the students at Jujutsu High. Rather push himself beyond limitations and brink of death if it meant not having to run into Suguru’s one night stands.
Suguru could lie to himself that his dream about that night meant nothing.
Knowing that each girl he met resembled nowhere close to his dear friend was not an accident. A choice he enforced. A choice he would even make Satoru enforce when he drove off girls that bore any resemblance to him. After many incidents it was clear to the other as well that he was picking girls who looked nothing like him, and rejecting those who did.
Geto Suguru would rather sleep with thousands of girls than admit he was in love with his closest friend.