thinking about Kenjaku never getting to Geto's body. thinking about Gojo taking it with him after killing him, bringing it back to his place and keeping it around.
eventually it starts to rot, the stench is everywhere, maggots crawling out of Suguru's eye sockets. yet Satoru still doesn't even let himself think about getting rid of it. even when the stench gets bad enough to make it difficult to willingly enter the apartment, even when the body loses its shape, even when bugs start to infest the whole place, even when he looks at Suguru, but can only see a bathtub filled with blood and all-moving, decaying muscle, actively being consumed from the inside.
because it's all fine. Gojo can live with that. after all, he finally got his one and only back, and nothing can possibly make him leave Satoru alone no more.
