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1.
A part of Suguru wishes he’d be able to say no to Satoru’s little requests.
He’s unable to do so because Geto Suguru is a weak man. A man that can’t bear the thought of seeing Satoru’s sweet smile turn into something sour and subdued. It wasn’t that long ago, mere months, that Satoru used to sit off to the side quiet and barely-there just like a shadow while Shoko and Suguru kept to themselves, talking about their more or less regular lives before they were scouted.
The three of them had a rocky start, but somewhere along the way, they became inseparable.
Shoko would tell you that Suguru and Satoru got a bit more inseparable than expected.
Suguru wouldn’t be bold enough to disagree with her.
Now Suguru is stuck granting Satoru’s every wish and although he could say no any time, he chooses not to. Maybe it’s a bit of selfishness on his part. Being unable to fathom the thought of someone else making Satoru smile the way he does, because only Suguru should be witness to that divine beauty.
Nothing compares to seeing those big blue eyes light up in joy as soon as Suguru agrees to take him to whatever new dessert place he found.
He wouldn’t give that up for anything in the world.
So now he sweating in the hot summer air as Satoru keeps asking the ice cream vendor to pile scoops of ice cream in his bowl until he has a colourful pyramid of his favourite summer dessert.
“You sure you want more?” The vendor asks. He looks like he’s around their age, but it’s hard to tell when all other boys their age are at least a head shorter and him and Satoru.
“Yup! Do you have sprinkles? The cute colourful ones.” Satoru quickly chimes in.
“Sure, yeah. I’ll get them for you.” The vendor smiles and something inside Suguru begins to boil. The bitter feeling started as soon as he saw the way those eyes had travelled up Satoru’s legs the second they approached the ice cream stall.
It’s not jealousy.
Suguru isn’t jealous.
He has no reason to be jealous of some bland-looking boy that wouldn’t survive even a minute if a curse were to attack. Satoru wouldn’t even pay enough attention to him to save the boy, he’d be too busy trying to kill the curse to care what happened to some non-sorcerer.
The line of thought distracts Suguru for a while, makes him scan around the area for any curses that might disturb their date day off.
“I was wondering…” The cracking voice of the ice cream boy starts speaking. “Dunno if you go to school around here, but I could show you around the place for a bit late...Just to hang out, you know? There’s a cool crepe place down the road from here. You’d like it!”
Suguru immediately looks at Satoru, expecting a look of pure disgust at the idea that some weak civilian would even try hitting on someone as strong as him.
“Really?!”
…
This isn’t happening.
“Yeah! I can close up and take you there!”
It has to be some sort of joke.
He’s suddenly jostled as Satoru grabs his arm and starts to shake him. Thoe beautiful eyes shining with such pure excitement Suguru almost forgets everything he was thinking about just seconds ago.
“Did you hear?! We need to go now! Suguru buy me crepes!”
Ah.
Much better.
Suguru glances towards the vendor who’s shoulders are now slightly slumped as realization settles in.
He grins.
“Anything Satoru wants.”
2.
“You’re jealous,” Shoko smirks as she watches Suguru glare through the window and down in the courtyard where Satoru sits with his secret childhood friend that none of them knew about.
“I’m not.”
Suguru’s a good liar. Scarily good sometimes, in a way that might worry anyone else besides Shoko.
Suguru’s is a horrible liar when it comes to talking about Satoru.
Shoko is sure even Nanami could see right through that lie even with his stupid bangs.
She sighs. “Why are you on the verge of throwing a curse out there to get rid of him?”
“I wouldn’t even need a curse to do that.” He mumbles angrily.
He’s probably not wrong.
This Naoya guy looked like a wimp.
“You didn’t answer my question.” To accentuate her point Shoko blows a puff of smoke right into Suguru’s face.
“I don’t get why Satoru entertains him. That guy’s a nightmare.”
“I thought they were pretty similar. He’s like a shorter, weaker and less endearing version of Satoru.” She shrugs.
“He’s nothing like Satoru.”
“Tell yourself whatever you want if it’s gonna make you feel better.”
“I don’t understand why Satoru’s spending time with someone like that…”
“You know why…” She sighs. The whole school knows why after the scuffle Naoya and Suguru got into just half an hour ago. “The big clans are a bunch of weirdos.”
“Satoru doesn’t have to do what those people want while he’s with us.”
“Maybe he actually likes Naoya. You didn’t think he had no other friends besides us, right?” She raises an eyebrow and as soon as she sees Suguru’s guilty expression she knows that’s exactly what he thought.
“Wow…”
“Don’t start…” Suguru buries his face in his hands. “It’s not the weirdest conclusion to come to!”
She grins.
Suguru has been acting weird since the moment Satoru introduced them to Zenin Naoya, his best friend from childhood who also happens to be his future husband if the Zenin and Gojo clan don’t suddenly decide to get back into fighting each other.
He’s always been jealous of the way people eye Satoru, but never to this extent.
Shoko chucks it up to the fact that those other people never had a chance with Satoru, but the same can’t be said about Naoya.
Naoya is a new competitor in the race for Satoru’s heart and Geto Suguru never thought there was anyone else in the race.
Suguru had gotten comfortable. Confident that Satoru was only his.
Then in comes someone new.
Someone that has been part of his life for longer than Suguru was.
Shoko can’t help but smirk as she watches Suguru glare at the pair of boys leaning on each other under the tree in the courtyard. Satoru is probably showing off his favourite Digimons or ranting about his favourite candy while Naoya continues to sit there like a lovestruck fool.
There’s something similar between the way Naoya and Suguru look at him.
They’re different in their own special ways.
Where Suguru has always seen Satoru as an equal, Naoya seems to look up to the other boy in pure admiration and awe.
But while Suguru sat in his comfortable place at Satoru’s side, content to stay an equal and a friend, Naoya strolls in with all the grace and confidence of a teen boy and asked Satoru on a date.
“You could be there, you know?” Shoko adds after a few minutes of silently watching.
“Huh?”
“You could have asked him on a date and you’d be under that tree making out and I’d probably be shoving Naoya’s head in the toilet.”
Instead of saying anything Suguru stands up and walks out of the classroom.
“Going to finally confess?”
“Fuck off.”
3.
Geto Suguru has eyes everywhere across Japan.
It’s only fair, after all.
Every sorcerer that lives under the thumb of their unfair system knows who Geto Suguru is. The weak know to turn the other way and report any sighting and the strong…
Well, the strong are complicated.
The most complicated one of all is none other than Gojo Satoru who has been vehemently avoiding any contact with Suguru for the last eight years.
Naturally, if Satoru’s stubborn plan was to avoid him then Suguru’s petty response was to follow his every move at all times.
…
He’s not a stalker.
Shoko might have called him a stalker if she saw him, but he’s not one.
It’s all just part of his plan.
He needs to keep his eyes on Okkotsu and since the boy has already attached himself to Satoru like a particularly annoying flee, Geto has to trail the both of them across the city.
Satoru already knows he’s there.
Their eyes met and Geto couldn’t help but notice that Satoru swapped those ugly bandages for a pair of glasses. Resentment bubbled inside him when he saw that the circular glasses he bought for Satoru in their youth had been replaced by a different rectangular one.
Okkotsu nervously trails behind Satoru, talking in shy mumbles and timidly glancing after Satoru every time he loudly squeals about some other dessert option.
“Yuta!” Satoru suddenly turns around and Okkotsu stumbles into him. “Don’t be so glum. You asked to spend some time together…” Satoru pouts.
Asked to…
“I didn’t expect we’d go out… Are you sure this is safe? Am I allowed to leave the school?” The boy looks around nervously.
A better-trained sorcerer would be able to tell Geto is nearby, but Satoru seems to handle his students loosely.
Mimiko and Nanako would have been able to discern their surroundings and the presence of other sorcerers.
Geto taught them well.
Half an hour passes at a snail’s pace. Geto’s patience ran out in the first ten minutes and he fears that he might just ruin his entire plan and walk right in front of Satoru and Okkotsu.
Their eyes meet a few more times and Satoru looks awfully smug as he notices Geto’s gloomy expression. He throws his arm around Okkotsu and drags the boy to yet another candy shop he used to frequent with Geto during their school days.
Only with Geto.
At this point, he’s following them out of sheer pettiness, but he’s not about to admit it to himself or let Satoru know.
He watches and lets himself imagine, just for a moment, that he’s the one walking alongside Satoru, carrying bags filled with whatever desserts his other half bought.
4.
Taking over someone’s body is a hard task.
It also comes with certain difficulties.
You gain memories, reflexes and powers, but you also slip into the familiar emotions of the previous owner of the body.
Kenjaku inherits a number of things from Geto Suguru, but the most frustrating thing is the burning sensation of jealousy and possessiveness that courses through his veins as he gets reports about Gojo Satoru.
He’s been recently spotted dealing with a small-time curse user that was scamming people with promises of resurrection. A mission that Kento Nanami was supposed to complete alone as far as Kenjaku has been informed.
The two were seen spending their day together, acting like some couple on a date. Like a well-practised duo, they caught and disposed of the curse user.
Somehow after years apart they into an easy understanding.
Somehow after years, Gojo trusted Nanami as if nothing had happened.
The annoying, bitter feeling of jealousy is hard to describe since it’s not his own.
What a strange thing to be upset about.
Geto Suguru’s emotions never surface to stop Kenjaku from committing atrocious acts. Kenjaku can listen to Mahito’s gruesome stories for days. He could watch Jogo littering the streets with charred bodies.
Geto Suguru would feel nothing.
Then Kenjaku would glance to the side and see those bothersome twins and those pesky emotions will start bubbling up once more.
Protectiveness.
Love.
Sadness.
Regret.
Kenjaku would have gotten rid of them already if they weren’t such blind and obedient followers.
Geto taught them well.
Geto also taught Kenjaku many things. Showed him parts of Gojo Satoru that he nerve thought he’d be able to see.
In one swift move, Geto Suguru sealed his beloved’s fate and all he had to do was to be kind.
So now Kenjaku shall be curel.
Gojo Satoru can have his happy days.
For now.
5.
He bides his time before approaching Gojo.
Then in one swift motion, he tips the fragile balance of sanity that Gojo has been struggling to maintain.
It’s beautiful to watch the way those enchanting blue eyes widen in terror as he begins to pull apart the stitches holding his skull together. Kenjaku has never seen anything more beautiful.
He’ll treasure his moment.
Then Gojo begins to shout, his one last frantic call to the man who’s been long gone.
Foolish.
Just as Kenjaku is about to mock him once again his right side becomes numb and before he knows it there’s an arm wrapped around his neck, squeezing desperately, angrily…
Possessively.
How foolish to even try.
The hand falls limp after a few moments of useless fighting and he glances down to see Gojo looking up at him.
So much defiance in the eyes of one who’s kneeling, bound and powerless at Kenjaku’s feet.
How fascinating.
Kenjaku lets the Prison Realm close with one last promise to see Gojo again.
A promise he’d like to keep.
To see those eyes again would be a joy.
But he can’t let himself be greedy yet.
First the plan and then he’ll reward himself.
The Prison Realm is warm in his hand and he can feel Geto Suguru’s burning rage in the back of his mind.
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When it’s all done they both lay together in rubble and dirt.
They look up at the sky in silence.
Suguru moves his arm.
The motion is shaky and unsure, both from the lack of proper control over his regained body and the dread to act.
His hand reaches Satoru’s and their fingers link.
Satoru doesn’t pull away, he squeezes tighter and any fear in Suguru’s body dissipates.
They say nothing, but they don’t let go.
It’s all over.
They can start again.