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Gojo Satoru was a name you couldn’t escape.
The Six Eyes who changed the balance of Jujutsu society.
Still waiting for an answer, a look tells you you’re like a fly swarming around him.
C’mon, I just asked if he wanted some soda…
“We don’t need any, but thanks”. The long haired sorcerer beside him replied with a grin. God, if anything’s good about him, it’s Suguru. Suguru Getou was a fresh breath of air when you had to walk beside your white haired classmate. A nudge to your side or a little joke about Yaga, Suguru was the guy who helped you ease your nerves. But it was quite clear neither boys were the type to hang out with you. It wasn’t like you were weak or anything. Scoring a 2nd grade position in your mid-term was a huge feat from someone of a low grade clan. They were just at a level that you couldn’t reach. ‘Living legends’ would be a good word to describe what they are. People that’ll be discussed years after you’re long gone. The strongest duo, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Getou.
So how on earth did you become friends?
It could’ve been when you ran into Getou on a blind date your brother forced you to go to. Or when you both were engrossed by the convo, you brought up your dream of visiting a cat café.
Or when you forced Suguru along to said café after one of his missions. A wash of green drained his face when one of the cats had the great idea of shitting in his drink. Needless to say, he never went back.
It could’ve been when you snuck into your bestie Suguru’s window months later, piss-drunk, meeting a baffled white hair you mistook to be the dorm pet. How could he not cackle at your face when you cooed and fed his hair the paper in your pocket? One look in the morning told you enough. ‘Gojo Satoru drew a penis on my face when I was asleep’.
It could’ve been when you went out to get some manjū in your second year, when you told them your plans of domestic life outside of Jujutsu society. Maybe a few missions here and there, but living in the country house your grandfather left behind. But most of all, the beautiful pond in the back filled with Koi-like curses and the strawberry garden. Earning a scoff and a side eye from the pair.
“Heyyy~ it’s not like I’m in demand here. I have no plans on becoming my family's puppet. I coul-” a quick pull on the bag you held startled you,
“Yes, yes, you’ve been talking about this for the past 10 minutes. Hand over the manjū bag”
“Show some gratitude that she paid for you Satoru. What plans do you have, hm?”
It could’ve been when you found both sorcerers beaten over the death of the star plasma vessel- Amanai. When you couldn’t grasp onto Suguru for months. It felt like consoling an empty void.
‘I promise I’m fine Y/N. Stuff like this always happens on missions’
Grazing death, losing the vessel, and learning reverse cursed technique was not stuff that always happens on missions, at least not for them. Satoru felt distant too, but…he began to implement his new reverse cursed energy into his techniques, taking missions on his own. And finally, learning how to keep his Infinity active unconsciously.
Gojo Satoru, the strongest.
The untouchable.
The Six Eyes.
It could’ve been when Satoru came to your dorm on a rainy day, worry written all over his face “Did Suguru come to your dorm after his mission?” “..No? It's four am, Satoru. I'm sure he’ll be back by tomorrow. The village he went to was far y’know”. Closing the door without another word.
Or, it could’ve been the dread piling up on you when you heard the news five days later.
“...What?”
“…Suguru fled after killing everyone in the village. According to Jujutsu regulations he’s now considered a cursed user and is subject to execution on sight.”