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Heavy heaves leaves the young boy’s lips, his amber eyes dropping warm fat tears down his teacher’s cheek that was slowly getting deadly paler and colder. His teacher couldn’t help but chuckle, even at the brick of death, his favorite student could still make him warm.
In the middle of the forest, a pink haired male sat on the grass with a white haired male laying down with his head rested on the pinklette's lap. It would look peaceful from away if it were not just for the pitch blank curtain that covered the usual blue sky, the curses nearby wailing in demise as their cursed energy- their entire being gets sucked dry, and the fact that the white haired male had a gaping hole on where his heart should suppose to be.
Using his remaining strength, the teacher staggery raised his hand to cup his student's cheek, which the younger immediately took halfway and lead it there, firmly holding it in place as the tears continued to drop, the usual warmth that hand gave is gone, “Sensei- You c-cant-“ the boy hiccupped, his eyes squinting, he was trying hard to stop his tears and sobs but it was obviously failing, even when he tries to think positively with the possibility of the school being able to do something to save his teacher, his tears continued to fall.
His teacher let out a chuckle before letting out a groan as blood continued to seep out, it was really a surprise, how he could still live without a heart inside him, maybe because he was the strongest? Ah his student, Yuuji, the boy always feels so warm and cozy, even right now without a heart Gojo could still feel like his pulse is beating faster, “Yuuji…” he swipes his thumb to wipe the ever flowing tears, even when the boy looked so broken, he still looked mesmerizing in his eyes, “Yuuji…” he repeats again like it was the only thing he could say.
He want to spend more time with this boy, goofing around, eating sweets, eating whatever this young boy made, cuddling and watching whatever movies, train him to become stronger, wear matching couple clothes, tease his inexperience with stuff, he wants to see Yuuji grow into an adult, he wants to see him in a white suit in front of an altar someday, wants to see Yuuji get old.
He knows half of it is impossible already since there was an execution waiting for the kid that wouldn’t even turn him into an adult. And he did create a plan where the kid could possibly survive and at the same time, outthrow the sorcerer system but Gojo was essential to the plan, he’s not sure if his predecessor or his back-up, Yuuta, could handle being in Gojo’s place yet.
“Yuuji…” it was kinda funny, people said that when you’re on the brick of dead, your memories would flash but rather, all he could think about is his possible future with the boy that was currently cradling him, if only they just didn’t end in a bad route.
“Sensei- please…! Just stop talking." A sharp wheeze of air, "Fushiguro and the others are coming back here in a few minutes so please, save your strength… I can’t- I can’t lose you.” The boy stopped trying to prevent his tears and just let it flow freely, "Please no, not again... When I only just got you back...!" He pleads weakly as he leaned down to press his forehead against his teacher’s.
Gojo stares at Yuuji before flickering his gaze to the black curtain, a special grade curse object called 'black hole' that absorbs every curse energy in the parameter of its curtain. Where does the energy go? Who knows. They didn't really think the plan through when Sukuna was being sucked out of Yuuji, he clawed out Gojo's heart from his chest as he was supervising everything. It would have been all fine and dandy, Gojo could just use his reversal technique but he didn't think that the curse object would be on par with his six eyes, his bottomless cursed energy suddenly had a limit and even worse, it was slowly draining too- which would indicate that this curse object was actually stronger. When Yuuji finally came back from his consciousness, no longer sharing a body with the king of curses, he was shock when he sees Gojo leaning against him with a hole on his chest, the teacher tried calming the boy down but the younger was in a panic that he quickly lifted Gojo up and ran. Being shook with a hole in your chest is not an ideal situation since his blood is quickly more getting drained out but Gojo endures the pain, he'll trust on Yuuji and raw physical prowess to get them out of the curtain, he just needs a second and he was sure his six eyes could quickly regenerate him.
So it would have been fine, if only his student wasn't such in a panic that he ended up not seeing the tree root and tripping. With how fast Yuuji was going, it was expected that they'll end up rolling around but thankfully with the male's amazing reflexes and reaction time, he manages to land his feet flat on the grass. When Yuuji was about to stand up to start running again, Gojo sees the winch that passes by the male's expression, the quick buckle on the knees that had the older quickly guessed that the boy had sprained one or both feet. Gojo gripped the boy's shirt, giving it a tug which quickly caught Yuuji's attention despite how weak it is. Which leads them to their current situation now.
Gojo flickers his eyes away from the black sky(as pitch black as the sunglasses or blindfold he used to wear because he couldn't handle the input of his six eyes) to look at his beloved student once again.
“Eat my eyes.”
“Eh?” The boy raises his head up, shocked then his expression slowly started to morph into confusion then to anger, “What-“
Satoru cut him off, “Please Yuuji…” Gojo Satoru doesn’t beg, yes he would mockingly beg or playfully beg but he doesn’t beg like this, as if it’s his last hope, last will, “We know that I can’t-“ He lets out a violent cough, he could feel his eyes slowly blurring but he tries to focus them back to the boy.
Yuuji’s anger vanishes, he wanted to ask why, he wanted to ask many things, but he can’t when the older male was already having a hard time talking. He knows deep inside, that Satoru can’t be saved and it’s not like Satoru to just ask that without something planned and he has to trust his teacher but-
He felt the hand on his cheek lightly squeezed him before slipping out of his grasp, “I’ll be fine, do it Yuuji.” Satoru already felt numb so he doubts he could feel the pain, plus it will never be painful for him if it’s Yuuji doing it.
Yuuji laughs, it sounded broken as more tears dripped down, “You’re cruel, Gojo-sensei.” He says, this time he was the one cupping Satoru’s cheek, his eyes staring at the crystal blue eyes that he adored so much.
Slowly, gently yet also trembling, the student pressed his thumb on the corner of the man’s right eye. Gojo continued to stare with full of adornment as he felt the thumb slid inside his eye socket, pulling his eye out. He closes his right eye socket quickly after, his left eye watches Yuuji as the male looked at the eyeball on his hand, breathing heavily to ready himself before the boy stuck out his tongue, sliding the eye onto the pad of his tongue then tilting his head up to swallow it whole, he could see the buldge of his eye traveling down the male’s throat, ah honestly if he wasn’t just on the brick of death then he was sure he would have gotten a hard on from the enticing seducing sight. Yuuji just looked so so pretty, weeping as he swallowed a piece of Satoru.
“Good boy… next.”
Yuuji closes his eyes tightly before letting out a shudder, he opens them back to look at Satoru, ah really, his teacher is such a sadist even at these kinds of moment. He cups the male’s other cheek and presses his thumb once again on the corner of Satoru’s eyelid, “…Satoru…” Yuuji mumbled
Satoru sharply inhale from his lips as his name was uttered by the boy infront of him, he felt his missing heart stop and beat on the speed of light.
Yuuji pushes his finger in and leans in, giving a chaste kiss on his teacher’s- no, his lover’s lips. He pulls back as he takes his lover’s last eye with him, “I love you.” a phrase that neither of them had said before was said with so much love and grief.
Satoru closes his left eyelid, a smile reserved just for Yuuji splattered on his lips, and Yuuji said he was the cruel one. Yuuji is the more cruel one between them. He can’t say them back as his lungs stopped. The words the boy had said made him want to live much more, he wanted to say them back, he didn’t want to die, he didn’t want Yuuji to live without him, he wanted to do so much more for the boy. He wanted to travel with the boy, he wanted to spend every single second with him, he wanted to adopt two cute cats that looked similar with the both of them and he’d have a fight with his cat counterpart everyday for Yuuji’s attention, he wants to cling and smother the boy holding him right now with words of affection, he wants a future where they would live in a house away from the people they know right now, to live peacefully until the end of their lives.
Really, at the very last second, He didn’t want to die.
'Yuuji, you're so cruel...'
'Still, I love you too.'
But he did.