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Satoru Gojo was many things, the strongest, the mighty six eyes, a Gojo. But to Suguru, he was just Satoru a kid with a carefree and overall happy personality, maybe that's why Satoru fell for him because Suguru saw him as a person, not a god, not the strongest just...Satoru.
And yet Satoru lost him, let him slip through his fingers like butter, that day the sun was at its brightest, and yet Satoru could only see darkness, as Suguru slowly walked away from him after muttering a single sentence “If you want to kill me, kill me there's meaning in that too”.
It hunt Satoru for years he should have killed Suguru right there and there but he couldn't even if Suguru committed mass murder and became a curse user Satoru still loved him, still missed him so much that it hurt.
He would often scroll through his camera roll just looking at the happy selfies they would take together, always with Satoru’s arm around Suguru’s shoulders and big smiles on their faces.
But even Satoru knew that he had to let go, Suguru chose to live that way and there was nothing Satoru could do.
So he put on a mask, smiling and goofing around with his students making it better but worse at the same time.
Even on that fateful day when Satoru behind his bandages saw Suguru with his thick onyx black hair reaching his waist, and his mouth moving to declare war Satoru still thought he looked beautiful breathtaking even and that only hurt more.
As he saw Suguru’s curse energy slowly fading as he sat on an alleyway with his missing arm bloody and hair disheveled Satoru felt his heart slowly breaking every piece shattering as Suguru’s breath slowed and his curse energy faded.
“I love you” Suguru’s widened eyes could only say nothing and yet he smiled and chuckled as he looked away from Satoru’s piercing gaze.
“At least curse me a little at the end” and maybe Satoru did curse Suguru that day, seeing as he arrived at chibuya with the usual Suguru smile and the usual “Satoru!”.
But Satoru wasn’t convinced, his Suguru didn’t have stitches across his forehead and his Suguru didn’t feel this way.
“My six eyes tell me you’re Suguru Geto but my soul says otherwise, so who are you!?” But knowing that wasn’t Suguru he still found himself trapped in a prison. Hoping that his students will find a way to get him out.
But the prison was dark and bloody and everywhere he looked laid skeletons millions of them.
Time didn’t even feel like it was passing, sometimes it felt like minutes passed and sometimes it felt like whole centuries passed and it fucked with Satoru’s mind.
He found himself even talking to the skeletons, telling them about his missions with Suguru when he was younger and about his students potential.
But then he felt pulling, something someone? Pulling onto him could this he Satoru’s escape? Has his students finally figure out a way of getting him out?
And yet when the prison realm finally spat him out, he found himself in a middle of a forest, the sun was bright and hot and Satoru squinted at the sudden brightness his eyes hurting beneath his glasses…Glasses?
Satoru stood up from his position he recognized the forest as the one that surrounded Jujutsu High and yet something felt different, he was shorter his hair no longer had the usual undercut, and he’s wearing the circular glasses he used to wear when he was younger.
Could this be a hallucination? Could he really be hallucinating his return to the past? But it felt so freakishly real, the sun was hitting his back heating him up and making him sweat trough his uniform.
His infinity felt weaker not as strong as it usually is, Satoru’s cursed energy was still incredibly powerful, but not as powerful as he remembers it.
Then suddenly Satoru could sense Suguru from a mile away his cursed energy residuals walking towards him.
This still could be that Suguru so Satoru prepares for a fight but what went trough the bushes was Suguru, Suguru with his hair in a bun, Suguru with his uniform on, Suguru wearing a small smile.
“Satoru, you got me worried suddenly disappearing like that” Satoru knows this is Suguru the Suguru Satoru knew when he was younger, but how? How is still possible? Is he still hallucinating? Did he somehow transported to the past? But that’s impossible…is it?
“Satoru?” Satoru looked up flinching at the sudden closeness, Suguru raised and eyebrow im confusion “are you okay?” He asked, concern radiating of every word and yet all Satoru could do was stare because this is Suguru the one he fell in love with, not the mass murderer Suguru not the fake Suguru but his Suguru.
And it didn’t make sense but Satoru found himself automatically smiling “I’m fine” Suguru didn’t seem convinced his eyebrow still raised, but he then sighed “yo Shoko, Something’s wrong with Satoru!” Shoko then immersed from the bushes as well, her short brown hair (which reminded Satoru of Nobara) shined in the sun light.
Her face was young and untouched from the dark eye bags from the future Shoko, she smiled and walked towards them.
“What is it now? Another headache?” Shoko asked, her face scrunched up in worry, “No” was all Satoru could respond, then Shoko stood on her tippy toes and cupped Satoru’s cheeks infinity automatically shutting off, she pulled his face toward her and she stared intensely at his eyes.
“Is it just me or do your eyes look different?” Shoko asked frowning, Suguru then bent down and stared at Satoru’s eyes “they seem brighter somehow or I don’t know maybe it’s just me” Shoko then said letting go of his face.
“No I see it too” Suguru stated, but then he also shrugged “maybe it just the many secrets of the six eyes” he teased, and Satoru found himself laughing as both Suguru and Shoko smiled and then laughed too.
What the hell is happening?