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“So step right out, there is no amount
Of crying I can do for you
All this time
We always walked a very thin line
You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)
You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)” –Taylor Swift.
Six eyes. Blue eyes.
He thought that it wasn’t a bad sight for the first day of school.
Geto remembered perfectly the first time he saw him. He was sitting at the center of the class with his legs stretched out and a nonchalant expression, his arms were resting on the back of his head and his white hair was messy as hell.
Geto tried not to stare, and he failed. Those blue eyes made it impossible, Geto understood then that this was the famous Gojo Satoru.
“Oh,” Gojo smirked the moment he saw him stepping into the room “you’re the new one? Suguru…. correct?”
“Trouble,” Geto thought “a smirk like that means nothing but trouble.”
“Yeah,” he answered calmly and then decided play fool “who are you?”
Gojo didn’t seem to care about the fact that someone didn’t know about him. He stood up and took a couple of confident steps towards him.
“I am Gojo Satoru,” he smiled as he put his hands inside his pockets “nice to meet you.”
Geto frowned as he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course, of course Gojo Satoru would refer to himself with “ore.”
“Nice to meet you as well,” Geto answered as he extended his hand “I hope we get along” he said out of courtesy.
Gojo took his hand and shook it.
Geto felt a little shock of electricity at that simple gesture.
He didn’t know at the time, but Gojo felt the same.
Another classmate joined them later on, a girl this time.
Geto didn’t need to ask to confirm that his classmates were a rarity. He didn’t have much experience with girls, or boys for that matter, but his newfound companions happened to be quite… unique.
The girl, Shoko, didn’t seem to care much about anything. For a second he even thought that she couldn’t be a sorcerer, perhaps there was a mistake with her enrollment? It wasn’t until she healed him using reversed cursed energy that he realized that she was really something.
Although she still looked as if her head was on the clouds most of the time and both, Geto and Gojo, agreed that there was something wrong with her.
“But being crazy is a good thing for sorcerers, isn’t it?” Gojo asked one day.
Geto tried not to stare again, but the sight of Gojo Satoru with dark glasses, jeans and a white button up was doing something to his insides, how? Why?
They were on a field trip, at least that’s how the principal described it, but it was far from that. There was a curse that needed to be exorcised at the countryside, nothing big but enough to terrorize a small village so they were sent out. The little town was being terrorized by a small fry, Geto exorcised it and absorbed it and Shoko, who decided to keep herself under the comfortable shadow of a tree, asked Geto if she could open him out and check the curses he had collected so far, apparently his cursed technique called her attention.
“That’s slightly worrisome,” Gojo chuckled while running a hand through his already messy hair “we definitely have a nutjob in our hands.”
Geto didn’t entirely agree.
“I believe that the most worrisome part of hers is that she smokes,” he pointed out “that’s a bad habit.”
Gojo tilted his head as he looked at Geto.
“Not a fan of bad habits, Suguru?” he asked.
“I believe that my most worrisome habit is being able to get along with the likes of you” Geto muttered, was the sun making Gojo’s eyes shine brighter? Was that even possible?
“Am I a bad habit?” Gojo questioned amused “pretty addictive and hard to quit?”
“More like seriously dangerous and damaging” Geto scoffed while looking away.
Gojo was flattered by that and his proud smile was proof of that.
Geto decided not to question why that single smile made his heart beat faster.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Shoko called them as they decided to join her to cover themselves from the suffocating heat “for how long have you been dating?”
Geto snorted.
As if he would ever date someone like Satoru.
While none of them took Shoko’s question seriously, there were some moments in which Geto had doubts. Simple gestures would have him questioning everything regarding his friendship with Satoru. Because, that was what it was, right? Mere friendship.
The holding hands when no one was looking, the shared looks and the fact that they trusted each other more than anyone they had ever know meant nothing, right?!
He didn’t realize how it happened but before any of them noticed they were already sharing everything. Meals, missions, classes, and… the bed.
“Satoru,” Geto groaned annoyed “I’m pretty sure you have your own room.”
Geto despised teen boys’ clichés, but he had to admit that his life ever since he met Gojo Satoru was becoming one.
“I do,” he confirmed while looking at Geto with those powerful blue eyes of him “but aren’t you supposed to share meaningful bonds with your classmates?”
Geto scoffed.
“While sharing the bed?” he questioned.
It was midnight probably. The grounds of Jujutsu High school were quiet, the buzzing city of Tokyo couldn’t be heard at this hour and the moonlight was the only thing lighting up the room.
Although if it had been possible, Gojo’s mischievious smirk could’ve had the room sparkling.
Gojo was right next to Geto, face to face on the little bed. Geto silently wondered how they ended up like this, he seriously was not the one who initiated it but he didn’t have the heart to put an end to it either.
“You don’t mind, right?” Gojo asked and then his voice turned into a whisper “Suguru.”
That, that single sound was enough to send shivers down Geto’s spine. Why? Why did Gojo Satoru pronounce his name so softly? What was he playing at? What was going through his mind?
“Is this…” Geto closed his eyes as he paused, he was afraid to ask and afraid not to receive an answer “what’s this?”
There was a silence then, and he didn’t have the courage to open his eyes. He realized that what scary him the most was Gojo’s answer, not his silence.
“I don’t know either” Gojo admitted finally.
Geto opened his eyes then.
Six eyes. Blue eyes.
Gojo decided to initiate it then, and Geto didn’t stop him. After all, what sane sorcerer would complain about having the Gojo Satoru kissing him senseless on his bed? Certainly not him.
Geto thought that, for a first kiss, it wasn’t bad not bad at all.
They decided not to have a label. Geto thought that there was no need to complicate things, fellow sorcerers would kiss regularly, right? Some classmates enjoyed sleeping together and touching each other until they were both breathless and yearning for more, right?
As long as he kept lying to himself that way he would be fine, and besides Gojo was only interested in one label: “the strongest”
“You’re already strong,” Geto pointed out “do you want even more power? What’s the point?”
Gojo seemed to ponder that for a second.
“There has to be a point?” he asked, he seemed genuinely confused.
“There must always be a point, a meaning, there must be a reason” Geto insisted, wasn’t that the truth?
“A reason?” Gojo questioned and he wasn’t faking it, he was truly confused.
“There always have to be a point” Geto nodded, why did they become sorcerers anyway? He clenched his fists, didn’t he care about protecting the weak? Was he simply going through life by the fun of it?
“I’m not that interested in righteous, stupid, shit” Gojo retorted frowning.
“So you’re just the strongest on a whim” Geto questioned slightly upset, his temper was rising.
“Hey,” Gojo scoffed “I’m not the strongest…” he smirked at him “we are.”
Geto unclenched his fists.
He was impossible.
Something happened before the incident.
Between the jokes, the touches, the kissing, the classes and trying to make reason of whatever thing Shoko would tell them… something changed.
“You’re the only one, you know?” Gojo told him.
Geto blinked.
They were at the rooftop of Jujutsu High. Stargazing was one of the few things they enjoyed in silence, but for some reason Gojo felt the need to talk now, they had been together for two years and he felt the need to talk now.
“There has never been another one,” Gojo continued, his voice was almost a whisper “I don’t think there will ever be another one.”
Geto clenched his fists. What was he saying? Why now? Was this a confession? Because if it was, it wasn’t exactly a good one. What was he supposed to say?
“You don’t have to answer, Suguru” Gojo told him as he noticed his hesitation “I am not expecting an answer.”
They were sitting side by side on the rooftop, their fingertips were almost touching, what was this? What was happening? Why wouldn’t his heart calm down?
Geto opened his mouth but no words came out.
Gojo looked at the sky and then Geto looked at him.
“Shouldn’t you be watching the sky?” Gojo asked without taking his eyes off the stars “I’m pretty sure the sky’s more interesting than my face.”
Geto grasped some courage then and, while sitting up straight in front of Gojo, he cupped his face with hands and forced him to look at him. His eyes looked like a million stars, he didn’t need to look at the sky.
“It is the same for me,” Geto admitted with a hoarse voice while looking straight at Gojo’s eyes “there has never been another one, there will never be another one.”
Gojo’s eyes widened with surprise and Geto couldn’t help himself.
They kissed the whole night with nothing but the stars as witnesses.
Then the incident happened.
They failed horribly. They couldn’t protect Amanai Riko, the merge was never completed, Gojo defeated Fushiguro Toji but it was too late, and the worse part? The responsible ones of everything going to shit were not even sorcerers… they were nothing but monkeys. All of his ideals, all of his beliefs came crashing down, what was the point?! To protect them?! To protect the weak?! They were the ones who were causing harm in the first place!
Was there a reason to keep going?! He didn’t want to hate them… he didn’t want to.
“Suguru,” Gojo called him once in the middle of summer “are you okay?”
Geto couldn’t believe it. Not even Satoru’s six eyes were capable of seeing what was happening. The bodies of their comrades was what was expecting them in the future and they were doing all of this for inferior beings that did not deserve it.
Would Geto have to see Gojo going through what Haibara went through?
“I’m okay,” he lied “it’s just the summer heat.”
Days later he was sent to the village and the last straw was reached. Who, in their sane mind, would torture a couple of little girls? Didn’t monkeys know limits?
His mind was set.
Satoru demanded, he begged for an explanation, and Geto explained the best he could. He didn’t want to leave him behind but he would never understand, he had made fun of him for being righteous months before but that was no longer valid. Gojo Satoru was the righteous one right now and Geto fully believed that he was in the wrong.
Six eyes and blind? How ironic.
“Are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest? Or are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru?”
He didn’t understand, and for a second Geto thought that he would miss the stars behind his eyes.
“You can kill me,” Geto said as goodbye “there would be meaning behind that.”
He didn’t kill him, and Geto didn’t turn around.
The last time they saw each other it was because Geto failed. He wasn’t able to steal the queen of curses, and Gojo read through his plans. He didn’t imagine that he would be the one with the upper hand but, as always, Gojo Satoru was an expert at surprising Geto. He saw him when he was bleeding and defeated trying to make a run for it and he knew he was done.
A frivolous greeting was exchanged and then…
“You’re still the only one” Satoru said.
Geto’s heart skipped a beat.
“At least cursed me at the very end…” he begged with a chuckle.
He didn’t.
“Satoru…”
Six eyes. Blue eyes.
Who would’ve said this was the last time he would see him?
“Suguru”
Geto thought that it wasn’t a bad last sight, not bad at all.
“All this time (so many signs)
I never learned to read your mind (so many signs)
I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around)
'Cause you never gave a warning sign (you never gave a warning sign)
You never gave a warning sign
Ah, ah.”