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synopsis: you and him aren't exclusive or official. you're not even sure if you'd say you're a couple. you're together— well, not quite. it's complicated.
characters: satoru gojo // suguru geto
warnings: suggestive, situationship (fwb) dynamics, angst, death, toxic relationships, ooc (?), ~500 words each.
note: a reupload from 2024...
GOJO wasn't the one who suggested a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship in the first place. It wasn't really you either. Things flowed naturally between you, and you somehow ended up in his bed on a random weekend after you discussed how relationships sucked in the Jujutsu world, which then spiraled into admitting you were both frustrated.
For all his bragging, the first time had been clumsy. You knew his house like the back of your hand, but your feet felt awkward hanging off his bed, and he wasn't sure whether asking you to take your shirt off was too much or too little.
It was unplanned, and yet, it was the most mind-blowing hookup experience for both of you.
And it was just a hookup!
(If you ignored the way your heart leaped when he spoke your name and if he disregarded the burn in his chest every time he watched you smile at him when he did something just right.)
Things only got better from there as you two learned more about each other and what felt right in what places at what times, with no rush of putting any labels anywhere.
You both even openly agreed: your decade-long friendship would stay intact, with no dates, no jealousy, and no discussing the relationship with anyone else.
Still, Satoru isn't sure if the disappointment the mornings after, when your side of the bed only holds a sticky note with the words 'see you at tech' scribbled on it, is healthy at all.
But he doesn't say anything to you. He doesn't tell you how he feels a surge of pride when he sees the leftover hickeys from the nights before on his chest. He doesn't tell you that he has to bite his tongue when Shoko asks who has him giggling at his phone on a Monday afternoon. He doesn't tell you that the best part isn't even making you reach your high, but watching the flutter of your eyes as you fall asleep right after, your body completely covered by his sheets. He doesn't tell you that he enjoys the nights when you just stay over with no action, a stupidly loud movie in the background as you gossip about your students' drama.
Gojo is not one to trust with a secret, though, at least not for too long.
After a long day, you're kissing on his neck, pushing him back against his leather couch, laughing at his "someone's a little needy today" comment— and he feels the murmur of an "I love you" slip out casually and much too easily.
You pretend you didn't hear anything; you play your part and hum against his collarbone, acting like you're too caught up in your daze to register his words.
In turn, he plays his role, his hands slowly crawling their way back up to your waist and playing with the fabric that lies so prettily there, and he pretends to think that you didn't hear him.
After all, this started with one agreement: a relationship involving two sorcerers was too much to ever really hope for.
09/01/2007
To be fair, he tried to distance himself from you, too.
You would be the last to know of GETO's crimes, intentionally so. If it were up to him, you would have found out weeks later, but not everything went as planned.
He wanted you to find out when he was far away, so you wouldn't ask him the dreaded question he knew you would.
"Why?"
It was a simple answer, but you'd blame yourself if he told you the truth: that he did it because he didn't want you to be just one more tally mark in the number of dead sorcerers.
09/06/2007: 12 PM
He underestimated how fast you'd go looking for him.
The call from Yaga had you booking it back from your incomplete mission, into the hall of your dorm, where you regularly met with the beautiful man who was now being tried for mass murder.
The floorboards creaked. They mocked you for your fleeing thought that Yaga was playing some sick joke, and Suguru would meet you halfway to his dorm like he always did.
Meanwhile, he sauntered around in the streets of Tokyo, memorizing all the little details he'd have no freedom to take a second glance at later. He wondered if the image of you in his memory was all he had left to remember you by. He wished he'd kept the picture you'd taken together on your first date.
09/06/2007: 2 PM
He avoided looking you in the eyes when you eventually found him, guilt seeping into his guts while your flickering eyes grazed over him twice, as if he was someone whose name you struggled to remember. Then came the question he had tried so hard to avoid.
So he lied to you; he told you that you wouldn't understand.
You told him the truth, that you needed to understand.
2017
Ten years later, your question remains unanswered.
You complained every time you saw him. No matter whether he knocked on your door (like the civilized man he swore he was) or if he lured you out with a curse (like the irrational man you knew him to be), you always had the same thing to say.
"We can't do this."
You were right; you really, really shouldn't have been seeing Suguru. It could have cost you your life.
But the thousandth time you pushed him away with that nauseating phrase, he began to think you said it more to convince yourself that you tried to run rather than to really get away. It made him wonder if you hated him for leaving or if you hated yourself for coming back.
So he always answered the same thing: "Ask me to stop and I will."
It didn’t take much for you to eat your words. His phrase was always brushed off with a tug at his hand, and you kept him hidden in the shadows of your home and the comfort of your skin.
12/24/2017
He's aware a curse shouldn't chase its exorciser, yet he always finds himself at your mercy.
something a lot of writers need to realize is that not all of the things a person says align with who they are. I've definitely said things no one would think I'd say, just because thoughts aren't deliberating every word all the time. just make sure it's in the right voice and you'll be okay for most standard conversations
