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He took off his shades and abruptly shoved them to Geto for him to wear them. Geto adjusted the bridge of the shades and flipped his hair which Gojo laughed at. ''You look funny! Doesn't fit you at all.''
''Aw, I thought I could somehow get Six Eyes too.''
''...You don't have to.''
Geto took the glasses off and handed them over to Gojo. ''You feeling good?''
''No.''
''What? Is being the strongest too hard for you?'' Geto teased him. Gojo wanted to let out a laugh but he didn't like it when Geto mentions him being the strongest, it puts him off.
''...Nothing.'' Geto scooted closer to Gojo until their shoulders touched. Gojo looked at him. ''What?'' Geto's eyes always somehow made Gojo's heart race.
''You have your Infinity off.'' Geto pushed himself against Gojo. ''I'm glad. You had it on the whole day.''
''Oh um, yeah...'' Gojo could feel Geto's hair against his shoulder, it was soft. He wished they were close like this all the time.
''You sound tired. Take a nap, Satoru.'' Geto stood up from the bench they were sitting on. ''Come on.''
''Wait! Um... I'm okay.'' Gojo grabbed Geto's sleeve and tugged him down. ''We have been so busy lately I don't remember the last time we talked and hung out. I'm okay don't worry-''
''Pfft, really, Satoru? Don't waste your time on me when you could be sleeping. It's alright... indeed, we haven't hung out in quite some time. I think tomorrow we'll have time to do so okay? I don't know why you're worried so much about that! You're acting like we are in a relationship or something.'' Geto jokingly said but this time, Gojo managed to let out a chuckle.
''Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's get back.''
Once they arrived back in Jujutsu High, Geto didn't hesitate to escort Gojo to his dorm and advised him to sleep. Gojo just nodded and just laid on his bed. He was tired, but Geto insisting him on sleeping was not really helping. He was flattered to know Geto cared about his amount of sleep but then again, Gojo felt like Geto wanted to be separated. He glanced over his phone for the nth time to see if Geto texted him. There was no notification of anything. He sighed in disappointment. If he texted Geto right now, he would know Gojo was not sleeping but if he didn't, Gojo would not sleep. He truly is a mess when it comes to Geto.
Gojo doesn't even know how did he end up falling for such a guy. He remembered being entranced by Geto's words during Gojo's breakdown about being weak and now he's considered the strongest. Sure, they were both special-grade jujutsu sorcerers, but Gojo was stronger. He never really thought of being the strongest because he knew he was the strongest with Geto, not by himself.
But he didn't know Geto didn't feel that way. Geto felt that he was being left behind ever since Gojo's newfound strength. Instead of being sent out to missions together, Gojo would be the only one being sent out since he got the title. Leaving Geto alone and over time, he started to question himself. Gojo always thought Geto was doing fine but it was all just a facade and even if Gojo was the strongest, he couldn't even tell his best friend was actually suffering.
Although he was the strongest, he couldn't even handle the pain of Geto's absence. He was weak when it came to him.
As it struck midnight, Gojo got out of bed and stormed to Geto's room. He lightly knocked on Geto's door and waited for a reply. He waited and the floor creaked next to him. A smile beamed on his face when he saw the black-haired man he was looking for.
''Hey.'' Gojo waved at him.
''Yeah. What are you doing?'' Geto opened the door and invited Gojo in. He didn't hesitate to enter and plop himself onto Geto's bed. ''You're... taking up space. Move.''
''Hehe, sorry.'' He rolled over and left some space. Geto sat at the edge and turned to look at Gojo. ''Why do you like sleeping on my bed? You have your own.''
''I don't know.'' Gojo liked sleeping on Geto's bed because Geto was on it. Geto's aura just comforted Gojo for some reason and he liked it. He smells nice too. ''I just like it.''
''Are you scared of the monsters under your bed?'' Geto flicked Gojo's forehead slowly.
''Ow! No! Just let me be.''
''I can't let you be. You're always sleeping on my bed with me. Makes me think that you have a crush on me or something.'' Geto teased which made Gojo red.
''What?! No! I don't like you that way!'' Gojo immediately got defensive.
''Woah woah slow down no need to get so defensive it's just a joke.''
''Jokes are meant to be funny! That was not funny at all!'' Gojo got up and lightly punched Geto's shoulder.
''Awh, did you take it seriously? Chill-''
''What If I actually have a crush on you?'' They both locked eyes for a while but Gojo broke the eye contact as soon as he could feel his cheeks getting hot. ''Sorry, joke-''
''What if I do too?'' Geto crossed his legs on the bed and faced Gojo. They were close, it was dark, they were both sitting on a bed and it was just like the novel Gojo read last week.
''I... would... return the feeling?''
''Would you really? I feel like you would just dismiss the other person's feelings.'' Geto chuckled.
''What? No, if it's y- I mean I really would! To anyone!'' Gojo blurted out which made Geto laugh more. Since it was dark, Gojo couldn't really see but he wished he could see Geto's smiling face.
''Sure whatever. Let's go to sleep.'' Geto laid down comfortably next to Gojo. Their faces were close to each other, Geto's eyes were closed shut and Gojo's were open wide. He studied carefully how Geto's bangs would fall slowly on his face as time passed. He studied how his sides would go up and down indicating he was breathing. Ah, how many times has he done this? If Geto knew what goes on his mind whenever he sleeps next to him, he would be dead by now. He checked the time on his phone, it was way past midnight, and he needed to get some sleep to be energized for tomorrow's mission or whatever. But, his eyes and anxiousness refused to go away, his mind was occupied with Geto's so-called joke.
'Does he like me?! Is he fucking with me!? That was not a funny joke...' Gojo let out a tired sigh as he scooted away from Geto. He closed his eyes and slowly, he went to sleep, with the thought of Geto in his mind.
***
''Yaga sensei, where the hell is Gojo? I haven't seen him at all...'' Iori worriedly paced around the room. ''The last time I saw him was... agh, I don't even know.'' All Yaga did was stay quiet, not uttering a single word. Well, he was the last person that talked with Gojo before he mysteriously vanished. ''Yaga sensei, please say something!''
''I'm sorry... I don't know where he is too. Just let him be.'' Yaga's reply made Iori clench her fist.
''W-what?! It's almost been... I don't know! It's been long and he has not shown his stupid face here! We have a mission to take!''
"Utahime... go without him this time." He states sternly. His words sent shivers down her spine. She didn't bother to ask why. It's not always Yaga looked so tense. Sure, Yaga always had a serious look all the time. But this time, Yaga had more of a worried-annoyed look. Iori didn't let that detail go unnoticed. She called Mei Mei and asked for help with the mission, to which thankfully she agreed.
She waited for Mei Mei outside of the school. Mei Mei's bright hair caught Iori's attention. Ijichi soon arrived with a black car.
"Hey... Mei Mei! By any chance, have you seen Gojo around?" Iori asked as she slowly got in the car with her.
"That annoying piece of shit? Yeah no." She entered the car after her. Ijichi greeted them both before turning on the car's engine and driving.
"Hm... I suppose Shoko knows..." Iori leaned back into the car seat, taking a deep breath. Ijichi noticed her anxious demeanor.
''Is everything alright, Utahime?'' He asked slowly. They both made eye contact through the rearview mirror. She let out a sigh as she broke eye contact.
''I guess so.''
The car ride after that was silent. Ijichi was too scared to utter something after hearing Iori's reply and Mei Mei didn't bother. Soon enough, they arrived at the cursed location. Ijichi wished them good luck and off they went. The curse was located easily, too easily actually, and the process of killing it. It went smoothly, even Iori and Mei Mei didn't say much the whole time. Even Ijichi choked on his drink when he got a call from those two saying they were done with the mission and were ready to get back. It didn't take them up to an hour to settle it.
''Easy work today...?'' Ijichi asked, trying to break the tension. They both stayed silent, staring into the window. ''Okay...''
The car ride back to Jujutsu High was awkward. Ijichi was tense, Iori looked anxious and Mei Mei had an emotionless look. Ijichi let out a sigh as he pulled over. That caught the two women's attention. ''What are you doing?''
''I can't drive with such thick, awkward tension! I usually ignore it, but it's really bad this time. What happened, Utahime?''
Iori saw the shine in Ijichi's eyes. She knew he had the greatest intention of pulling over, but she wasn't feeling it. She didn't know where to start with her feelings of discomfort and anxiousness. ''I...''
''That white-haired twerp is missing. It's making her worry. That's it.'' Mei Mei stated.
''Ah. I also haven't seen um, Gojo around?'' Ijichi pressed the engine pedal to get back to the road.
''Yeah! Where could he be?'' Iori banged her forehead onto the car seat headrest and let out a groan.
''I think he's still you know, mourning? I'm sure the events are still on his mind.''
''Oh right... that.''
''It has been so long though? A week has passed.'' Iori budged Mei Mei's side.
''Hey, don't forget Suguru was Satoru's best friend. They were close.'' Iori took a deep breath. ''Guess it makes sense he's still mourning. I mean, I would too if I lost someone so close to me.''
***
Back in Jujutsu High, Gojo was staring into the starry night sky. He gripped onto the railway tightly, stopping himself from moving. He wanted to jump, but was it worth it?
Is his death worth it?
''What the hell was I thinking?'' He let go of the railing and returned to his bed. He plopped himself onto it and let out a long, tired sigh. Once time passes, he'll surely move on from him. It sounds pretty impossible for him. After all, he was the only one he had, the only friend. His best friend. ''I shouldn't do that because of that worthless... scumbag!'' He grabbed the pillow next to him and screamed into it. After seconds of muffled screaming, he curled himself into a ball and scooted himself to the wall in the corner of his bed. He stared into the black void in his room, engulfed by the eerie silence. If he didn't become the strongest, Geto would be next to him, consulting him, and probably hugging him too. Memories of him and Geto flooded his mind. He wanted to remove the existence of Geto from his mind. If only he didn't kiss him... If only Geto didn't kiss him back. He would've hated Geto. The thought of Geto would make his blood boil, his chest heavy, or cause any feeling of hatred.
But he does not feel any hatred towards him, although he left Gojo without a solid reason, he still felt... empty. Geto left him in the most unexpected way possible, Geto made him cry for days. But even so, Gojo missed him. Missed him dearly. He hugged his knees tightly until he could feel his legs go numb. He closed his eyes and begged he would see Geto again...
He felt something soft touch his forearm. He turned his head in the direction of the soft feeling. There was someone in the distance. Oh, how he could recognize this silhouette of this person anywhere.
He wanted to get close to this person. His feet were ankle-deep buried in the sand, and he slowly carried his legs closer. The person's luscious black hair was swaying swiftly in the wind. He wanted the person to turn and show their face. He wanted to see his face. Just once again. Maybe for the last time.
He reached out to touch his shoulder. His palm froze at the cold touch. He didn't expect the person's shoulder to be so cold, why was it cold? It was cold as if it was... dead. He gripped the shoulder and slowly turned the person around. There he was, his best friend. His best friend had a neutral look, almost deadpan looking. Gojo felt tense, looking at his best friend like that. He wanted to say something, he wanted to make sure his best friend knew he was there for him, he wanted his best friend to know he would be the shoulder for him to cry on, he could be his best friend's emotional support or anything that would fix their relationship.
It was too late, he knew that. Gojo knew that really well. This was nothing but a dream. But it felt so comforting to Gojo, he didn't want to leave this dream, he wanted to stay asleep forever if it meant seeing his best friend again. Anything for him to be close with his best friend.
A tear streamed down Gojo's cheek. He slowly buried his face into his best friend's neck, and a stream of tears ran down his best friend's shoulder as Gojo squeezed him in a desperate hug, his body pressed up against his. But his best friend just stood there, doing nothing. Gojo could feel Geto's arms being still, he felt empty. He didn't feel the warmth of his best friend's embrace like he always does. He missed that feeling. But now, he's hugging Geto ever so tightly, but Geto is not even returning the embrace. He could feel the coldness seep into himself, the rejection he felt was indescribable. With each passing second, with each tear streaming from his eye, he soon realized. He had to face the fact he would never see his best friend, Geto Suguru ever again.
He wondered if they both didn't take the mission to protect Amanai, would Geto still be by his side? Or was the decision of his was made before that? His decision to turn his back on Gojo. He then imagined what his life would be like to become a teacher with Geto. What his life would be like if they lived together?
'Is it because I became the strongest? What If I didn't become the strongest? Fuck...'
He woke up with a sharp gasp. He was drenched in sweat and his heart rate was increasing with each second. He woke up to the realization that he would never feel the soft lips on his ever again. Never again. He pulled the blanket over his head to cover him whole, trying to block the bright rays of the sun that were stinging his eyes. The feeling of emptiness and coldness consumed him once more. He reminisced about the dream he just had. It was a bitter-sweet dream. The image of Geto's sweet right smile flashed through his mind then the dream where Geto's face looked dead. He could feel his heart rate increasing. The dream he had... oh, it felt so real.