#teacher geto

[kaiiswrld]

texts w your brothers teacher suguru geto who’s also your fwb

minors dni

[cicadaaas]

[evillex11]

it is perfectly 100% normal to offer your half-eaten lollipop to your best friend

[obsesssedblerd]

thinking about gojo taking the baby to work with him so you could nap peacefully and have a few hours to yourself. nanami and geto's lessons would get interrupted because the first and second years start going awwww when they see gojo arrive, happily wearing a baby carrier and proudly showing off his giggly blue-eyed mini.

[small-sketch]

These teachers will NOT stop kissing during practice 🙄

[gwalyn]

Geto & Shoko & Gojo fic

Hey !

I need fictions on Geto & Shoko & Gojo dynamic folks.

AU where Geto didn't kill everybody, take the Twins, become their father, stay at Jujutsu High School and become a teacher with Satoru and Shoko.

Do you know some fic like that ? Just pieces of life about this beautiful trio.

I know it's very precise but I need it x)

I will try to write on it but I don't know the manga/anime enough.

Thank you !

[recreationalsoup0213]

About 1/4 of chapter 1 for the satosugu fic I'm working on, where Suguru is an elementary school teacher who lives with his two younger sisters, Nanako and Mimiko, and Satoru is an exorcist who works outside of the church. Basically, skeptic X Lorraine Warren.

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Suguru's no genius, but he knows things aren't supposed to move on their own.

Especially your little sister's dolls.

He blinks.

Hadn't it been facing the wall when he last looked? That's how he'd placed it— he remembers, vividly, because he's deeply unnerved by the deep black of its eyes, soulless and persistently glaring, pinched by the painted mouth in an expression that's supposed to resemble excitement.

Now, it's turned slightly to the side, its face somehow even more unsettling than he recalls.

Suguru rubs his temples, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling crawling up his spine.

Maybe he imagined it. Dolls don't just move on their own, he's going senile. Granted, he's 25, but it's the middle of summer and he's hot, bothered, and sweating bullets. He lives in the city, for god's sake, of course he's overheated— Japan, as a whole, functions like a sauna in these climates, the air gets so stuffy Suguru is better off in his room with the radiator on than in the street.

He hasn't seen the doll move, but…

He definitely wouldn't have placed it in that position, where it could watch him down the hallway, spying on his every move.

His gaze shifts to the two girls in the living room, sitting oblivious to Suguru's superstitious qualm. Nanako is busy colouring, chewing on a chunk of blonde hair in concentration, while Mimiko hums contentedly to herself as she watches whatever cartoon is on TV today.

The girls seem fine. Kids are intuitive— Suguru's seen his fair share of horror movies (probably too many), and he knows that kids are always the first ones to act weird in a paranormal situation. They're the first ones to start sprouting creepy shit like “I see dead people!”, or “it's behind you!”, or start drawing dark figures in the corners of every colouring page.

Nanako, by the looks of it, is drawing a rainbow cat. No shadow entities in sight.

He tries to shrug the feeling away, he's not some irrational freak with a thousand ghost stories to share— ghosts aren't real, Suguru is a man of science.

The fact he feels like he's being watched is his imagination, or, more likely, delusion from heatstroke.

It's probably just his mind playing tricks on him after a long day of cleaning and inhaling chemicals. Maybe he should've cracked a couple more windows.

On the bright side, the apartment has never looked cleaner. He's vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed, and polished everything that could be polished— who needs mirrors when you've got sparkling kitchen counters? He's tidied every inch of mess he could find, just to keep himself occupied.

“Hey,” Mimiko's voice cuts through his reverie, “Suguru, can we get ice cream?”

Suguru wipes his hands on his shorts, brushing away the thin layer of dust from his cleaning spree. He should really invest in an apron.

“Ice cream?” He glances to the window, the sun still hanging high in the sky, beaming and hot, smothering heat over Japan in a way that felt entirely too cruel.

“Yes!” Nanako chimes in, the clump of wet hair falling from her mouth, “it's so hot, and we've been good all day! Please, Suguru!”

Suguru runs a hand through his hair, cringing at the dampness of sweat on his forehead. Ice cream did sound good. The idea of sitting in a nice, cool ice cream parlour was awfully appealing when compared to this oven of an apartment.

But he's hardly sat down all day, his skin itches with uncomfortable heat, and the sun outside is just about enough to make him want to crawl into the freezer with a handful of ice cubes in his mouth.

“Ugh, I don't know,” he says, looking away when their little faces turn sad, “I've been cleaning all day, I'm tired, and it's too hot outside.”

Nanako pouts, her bottom lip quivering a little, while Mimiko clasps her hands together in a prayer motion, putting on her best puppy-dog eyes— unfortunately, it's the look that crumbles Suguru's stubborn resolve instantly, and she knows it.

“Please, Suguru!” Mimiko begs, her voice high and whiny, “we need it!”

Suguru sighs just to cover his laugh. Need it.

He has to admit, between his own hankering for something cold and the shared look on the girls' faces, he finds it a good enough reason to power through the exhaustion.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “but you girls really need to learn the difference between need and want.”

“Yay!” Nanako squeals, jumping up from the floor in one swift motion, colouring pencils and rainbow cat forgotten.

“We do know the difference, Suguru-san,” Mimiko explains, her tone far too condescending for someone so small, “and we need ice cream!”

“Yeah, yeah, just put your shoes on.”

Without another word, both girls sprint to the front door, scrambling over each other for their shoes.

Chuckling to himself, Suguru walks into the living room to switch off the TV, and grabs his wallet from atop the cabinet— the leather a cool reprieve against his clammy palm.

Moving to follow the girls and put his own shoes on, he glances back at the doll again. He half-expects it to have moved again, that it would be stood in the centre of the girls' bedroom and pointing at him, or something— how ridiculous. It's still turned the same way, glass eyes boring holes through his soul. A shiver runs down his back.

He's got to be going mad from the heat. He shakes his head and follows his sisters, slipping his feet into a pair of trainers.

“Let's go, I'm hungry,” he says, nudging the girls out the door, attempting to push away his lingering unease.

“You're always hungry!” Nanako says, giggling when Mimiko laughs obnoxiously at her remark.

As he closes the door behind them, he battles with the urge to look back one more time, as though the doll would take this opportunity to move.

The door clicks shut, and he promptly forgets all about the doll as Mimiko makes a beeline for the stairs, out of his sight within seconds.

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Think, The Conjuring. That's what this is. Lots of lore, there's a reason for everything. Also, it'll be alternating between Satoru and Suguru's perspective throughout.

Would anyone read this?

[wyrmur]

Chapter 26 of my jjk/satosugu fix-it fic, My Soul Longs For You, is now up! It's finally time for the Prison Realm to be opened!