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Part 1: Youth
Chapter 1: Stolen Sodas
Geto Suguru was the kind of kid to keep to himself.
Even so, people who had met him would agree that he was a kind and honest soul. Not many jujutsu sorcerers find it in themselves to still have empathy for others, so his demeanor was often perceived as sensitive. As one of the very few special-grade sorcerers alive, he had a reputation to keep up. Don't waver, don't show fear. Keep on going, and protect the weak. Geto was, as you can see, highly respected in this regard. Not much can be said for the latter.
Gojo Satoru was, in fact, an absolute jerk. Most teenage boys are. However, because he also had such a high reputation as special-grade, his average teen levels of bitchy-ness were seen as much more extreme. Being alongside the other students, who had such kind hearts (shockingly), he stood out like a moody, sore thumb- with freaky eyes. Despite the differences, the two were inseparable.
“Suguru! What the hell are you doing?” Gojo grunted, leaning against the brick wall outside. The sun was rising in the sky, reflecting an orange color throughout the clouds.
“I'm trying to get this vending machine to work, so shut up.”
“Well hurry. I might as well just break the glass and we can take all the stuff for free.”
“Mhm. and then what? Be late to class and get our asses whooped by Yaga-Sensei? No thanks. Plus, breaking stuff is illegal, in case you didn't know.” Geto kicks the machine impatiently, then kneels down and slides another coin in. After a pause, he finally manages to buy a drink. The soda slams against the bottom end of the machine, but before he could grab it, the can flies out, flying through the air and landing in Gojo’s hand.
“Whoops.” Gojo shrugs and opens the can, walking away and laughing. “Guess you’ll have to buy yourself a new one!”
“Dude. Are you dense?”
“Eh?” Gojo turns around as Geto catches up to him.
“Look at the label.”
“Ok?? And??”
“Have you ever seen me drink that soda?”
“I don't pay attention to stuff like that. Shouldn't you be trying to get this back now?” Gojo waves the can in Geto’s face, looking at him with a stupid grin.
“You think it's so funny to steal my stuff, but I bought that for you, so that was pointless.”
“Well, I still took it before you.” He flicks the pop-tab across the schoolyard and into a trashcan, before continuing with his remarks. “I don’t know what you expect me to say, Maybe something like, oh, thank you Geto-Sama! You are so awesome and kind! How could I ever repay you? My hero!”
“I hate you.”
Ieiri Shoko had already arrived in the classroom by the time the two boys scurried in. no one would have given it any thought, except that Ieiri is always super late to the morning classes.
“Oh great. I was hoping you wouldn't show up.” She leans back into her seat, a grin on her face.
“Oh come on, don't say that about us!” Gojo takes his seat next to Geto and pouts.
“She wasn't talking about us, just you.”
“See, Geto-Kun gets it.” Ieiri laughs and takes the dark blue sunglasses from Gojo’s face and puts them on hers.
“Where's Yaga-Sensei?” Geto inquires.
“Uhhh, I dunno. Don't really care either. If I had to make a guess, he's got his hands tied with the first years.”
“Ok, so, if he doesn't show up in 15 minutes we can all just leave.”
“Gojo-Kun, that's not actually a thing. People just say that so they can skip.” Ieiri flicks his face, unamused.
“Since when? Kids said it all the time in junior high!”
“You didn't even go to a normal junior high. You were probably homeschooled by your mommy.” she giggled, watching Gojo get up and start drawing on the whiteboard.
“Don't think about skipping, Satoru. We should be the ones setting examples here.” Geto folds his arms and rests his head against the desk, tired and bored. “And don't draw dicks on the whiteboard.”
“...” Gojo puts the chalk down and wipes the board with the palm of his hand. “What if I was drawing something else? Huh? Why is your mind so dirty?”
Geto points at the two faded circles on the board and a faint line that Gojo had left. “Ok, then what was that supposed to be?”
“A portrait of you~” he hums, sliding back into his chair, kicking his feet up. “Didn't I make you look super hot?”
“Fuck you!”
“GETO.” The classroom door swings open, as their teacher walks into the room. He is clearly pissed, but even more so now from the foul language he overheard.
“Sorry, Yaga-Sensei.”
Yaga walks up to the board, looking at the faint markings. Turning his head back to the students, he makes direct eye contact with Gojo.
“Punk.”
“Good morning to you too!”
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“Damn, Yaga was so annoying today in class.”
Gojo and Ieiri were walking across the courtyard, the sun now beaming on their faces. Gojo takes his sunglasses from her face and puts them back on his own, looking worn out.
“You made him mad.” Ieiri shakes her head and takes out a pack of cigarettes, putting one in her mouth. “Light? I left mine in my room.”
“Sure. I only carry this around because of you anyways.” he flicks the lighter, holding it up to her face. “Hey, did you know Suguru bought me a soda this morning? What a weirdo. I can pay for myself anyways.”
“Maybe he was trying to do something called a favor.” She scoffs.
“People only do those when they want something in return. What could that guy possibly want from me?”
“Well, he’s your best friend. Friends do things without wanting stuff in return. You wouldn't know that though, because you didn't have friends before us. Haha!”
“Oh, you probably got bullied in junior high. You can't be talking.” He quipped.
After a conversation that left Gojo at a greater social loss than before, he turned the corner, waving goodbye to Ieiri before heading to the dormitories. It was already late in the afternoon, and he had gotten himself a small dinner in his bag to eat later. Entering his dorm, he sighs and takes out his food, and places the empty soda can on his desk.
Seriously, I don't buy him things. Now I owe Suguru something. What a pain.
He flips his phone open and rolls his eyes.
[You] Thx 4 the soda. tasted like shit. <3
[DeepThroatCurses] k.
[You] Buy me things more often!
[DeepThroatCurses] No.
[You] pls? :)
[DeepThroatCurses] j got a notif you changed my contact name. I hate you. Die.
[You] mine on ur phone is worse. Cry abt it.
[DeepThroatCurses] Shoko did that. Go away.
[You] aw ily too! :3
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Gojo closed his phone and rolled it around his hand, watching the dumb charm he had on it fly around. There wasn't an explanation, but he felt good. Maybe it was the soda he ‘stole’, Or maybe it was just that he enjoyed the banter. Either way, he felt affected by the day somehow. Eating his food alone in his room, he questioned himself on this. Nothing in particular had happened to make him feel accomplished, or excited. While imagining Geto in the dorm across from him holding his phone and reading the messages the two exchanged, he couldn't help but smile.
Well, Maybe Suguru just puts a smile on my face. He is charming- albeit in his own strange way. Honestly, if Suguru was a girl, I would’ve totally had a crush by now. Wait. Not like that. Not in a gay way!
“Damn it.” He slammed his phone onto the desk, and got ready for bed. “You can't think things like that. It's Suguru, not some chick.”