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📆 27/10/25 | ✎ @mnini (psd); thank u so much @to00fu for letting me use the fanarts (1, 2, 3) <3

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⌕ sobre um coração agitado de saudade
⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.
📆 27/10/25 | ✎ @mnini (psd); thank u so much @to00fu for letting me use the fanarts (1, 2, 3) <3
Chapter 1:
Late night activities
It was a night like any other, the two teenagers -Suguru and Satoru- came back from a mission exhausted and wounded.
"Ugh..." Satoru grunts, flopping down on his bed.
"Don't start." Suguru groans, sitting down on a nearby chair to bandage himself up.
"Why don't you ask Ieiri for help?" Satoru lays on his side, looking at Suguru.
"She's asleep. Don't wanna bother her." He hisses as he applies some rubbing alcohol to his wounds.
Satoru smirks. "Someone is nervous to talk to their crush~" he teases his mate, knowing damn well he has no attraction towards their other classmate.
"Shut it." Suguru grunts and after a few seconds of silence he adds "I don't think I'll ever have a chance at love anyway. Not while being a Jujutsu sorcerer." He sighs.
Satoru stops to ponder at his mate's words..
"Love?" He scoffs "Love is the worst curse that exists anyway. We don't need it." He adds, suddenly upset by the topic of their discussion, despite him starting it.
Suguru stares at Satoru's sudden scowl on his usually smiling face.
"You think?" He hums, leaning back on the chair. "Perhaps." He shrugs, agreeing to some degree with his best friend.
"Have you ever loved someone, Satoru?" He suddenly asks, watching him tense up..
"...Yes." He replies "I.." He clears his throat "I love someone currently." He shrugs.
Suguru hums.. "Interesting." He smiles and sits up.
"Well..." he checks the clock, 4:20 am..
"Goodnight, Satoru." He says his name softly and walks out of his dorm to go into his.
"Goodnight." Satoru says in a whisper-like tone, sighing to himself.
"Idiot." He whispers to himself, hitting his forehead with his palm.
Why is it so hard to tell his best friend that he is in love with him? Why is so hard for the fearless Gojo Satoru to confess his love?