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    The file doesn’t read their names, but he knows what they are anyway.

    “What exactly is this,” Suguru utters, staring at the breaks in the cage where two little girl’s battered faces peer from, two wide sets of eyes fixing on him and where Satoru hovers just behind his planted feet, an overwhelming sort of noise picking up in the back of his head.

    Hasaba Nanako and Mimiko.

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    04 Oct 2023

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    “Not like I dislike getting up to date, but I think we should get you checked over by Shoko. Complications and all that.”

    Suguru squinted at Satoru.

    “Who’s Shoko?”

    Or: Gojo said that his soul could tell Kenjaku wasn't Getou, but Getou's soul always knew who Gojo was. Even when he forgot everyone else.

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    06 Oct 2023

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    “You are Geto Suguru.” Satoru continued with a burning intensity. “Your favourite food is zaru soba but you used to buy sweets just because I like them. You're better than me at martial arts and the first time we met, we fought. You got this scar on your chin from it. I have one on my forearm. You never liked your father. You have trouble sleeping. You hate my taste in music. I haven’t met a better listener than you no matter how much time goes past. You are kind, beneath it all, even if you think you aren’t.”

    Something stirred in Kenjaku's carefully critical expression, but the words bled out of Satoru like they had sat beneath his skin for years. Perhaps they had. “You are Geto Suguru, and you are my friend, and you never stopped being my friend. You are Geto Suguru, and you are strong enough to overcome this."

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    sometimes you need to torment an ancient sorcerer with videos of your insufferable youth in order to get your dead ex back. it happens.

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    07 Oct 2023

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    ‘Weird hair,’ is his first thought, eyes switching between the two people stood in front of them. ‘What do they want,’ is his second, fingers twitching at his sides as he wonders if he should try to call the demon dogs.

    “Fushiguro, right?” The taller one says, hands settling on his knees as he lowers into a crouch. “Megumi and Tsumiki?” He smiles as he says their names, glossy lips as bright as his eerie blue eyes in the warmer light of the late afternoon, familiar and fond.

    Almost, Megumi wonders, as if he knows them.

    Or: There are consequences to time travel. In this case, they turn out to be good ones.

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    03 Oct 2023

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    I cried multiple times, but of happiness

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    “Satoru?” The word rings, fuzzy in his ears as it whines like tinnitus, familiar and heart stopping.

    ‘I’m dead.’ He can’t even hear his own thoughts over the loudness of the world, staggering where he stands, eyes still fixated on the sky, on the sun. ‘I’m dead, I died, I felt my heart stop, this can’t be, it can’t-’

    “Hey,” it comes again, a little more urgent than before, a little closer, another hammer to his ears and all the noise shrieking behind his eyes. He recoils hard enough to go stumbling as a hand reaches for him, covered in flesh rather than empty bone, tan and recognizable. Unbelievable.

    There’s something wet trickling from his nose. Bile stings on the back of his tongue. The words dissolve into the rest of the white noise as he stares up at the blue of the sky, and tries to remember if he’d ever had a hallucination as bright as this.

    ‘I have to be dead,’ he thinks. Somehow, he isn’t.

    Or: Gojo Satoru goes back in time. He makes a couple of changes for the better.

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    30 Sep 2023

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