I Thought Youâd Be Louder
Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic by MythboundCal
The apartmentâs still here.
Second floor, third window cracked open like it always was. As if Geto had just stepped out for groceries. As if curses didnât bleed out of the walls in Tokyo now.
No key. Just memory.
The door creaks like it remembers him. That annoys him.
He stands in the hallway too long, not looking at the coat rack where a black hoodie still hangs. The air smells like old books and hair product and something faintly citrus.
âI thought youâd be louder,â he mutters to no one in particular.
He doesnât mean the apartment.
He means the grief. The silence. The absolute wrongness of this. He thought it would come like thunderâlike Geto used to, all ideology and noise and conviction.
Instead, itâs soft. Itâs suffocatingly soft.
Gojo moves to the table. Thereâs a chessboard there, half-played. Suguruâs side is one move from checkmate. Of course it is.
âSmartass,â Gojo whispers.
The chair opposite it is still pushed out, like it waited. Like it knew he'd come back and lose.
He sits. Doesnât move the piece. Doesnât touch anything.
Just⌠listens. To the quiet. To the ghost of someone who used to know how to pull a laugh out of him like a rabbit from a hat.
Geto once said the world was broken.
He just kept trying to fix it anyway.
And now? Now he sits in a dead manâs kitchen, playing the last game they didnât get to finish. And he loses. Gracefully. Silently.
âI hate you,â he murmurs. Then adds, almost gentlyâ
âYouâd hate that Iâm still here.â
But the room understands.
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