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“I’ll create a world where only sorcerers exist.”
Suguru barely felt the wind as he perched himself on the ledge of his apartment block, taking his last dregs of cigarette before snuffing it out beside him. He couldn’t deny it – Tokyo is beautiful at night. The Shibuya district continued to twinkle late into the night - a city that never sleeps.
And just like Tokyo, Suguru could not sleep either.
He hasn’t had a good sleep in months.
“So you’ll just kill everyone who’s not a sorcerer? Even your own parents?”
The man stood up, ignoring the “people” standing behind him - the people in his village that he grew up with, his neighbours, his parents. Their forms were almost invisible against the dark of the night. They were silent. Staring. They were always silent when they appeared before him. Their dead eyes boring holes into what’s left of his ruined soul.
“I thought you were against killing if there was no meaning to it?”
They were never silent in his dreams – their terrified screams still echoed in his mind as he took them out one by one. He could never forget the sounds that they had made when they begged for their lives.
Suguru curled up onto himself, burying his face into his arms. No matter what he did, no matter how many times he had forced himself to vomit till the sink turned red, nothing stopped the agonizing hollowness inside of him, and the disgust that he had of living and breathing the next day. It was painful to exist.
“Kill me if you want.” He remembered saying to Satoru - he was hoping that his actions would trigger the special grade sorcerer to finish his life. Even as the world’s strongest sorcerer, Satoru barely knew how much pain he was in. Suguru had decided that only Satoru would be able to pull him out of the hellhole that he had fallen into. If Satoru Gojo was akin to god in this world, perhaps he could pardon him of all the sins he had done.
But… he didn’t.
Satoru had held back his attack. Hate, betrayal and anger had simmered his cerulean eyes.
Suguru didn’t like seeing that in him. Satoru should be smiling. He should live a carefree life just like how they used to spend the warm summer days. Being around the pure being had only but tainted him. Suguru Geto was a monster.
A stain. A sin. A blemish.
Suguru pushed himself to his feet, turning around to face his demons. They were waiting for him to join them in the afterlife.
He closed his eyes and smiled, surrendering to the vast sky.
At the stroke of midnight, the black-haired male lets himself fall backwards, his long hair billowing out, the wind whistling sharply in his ears as his body plummeted from ten stories to the ground.
There’s no meaning to all that he had done if Satoru Gojo did not kill him today.
𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.
Satoru Gojo pulls back in surprise, seeing hazy onxy eyes flutter open. He’s awake! The white-haired male choked back a sob as he wrapped his arms around the other male, clinging on onto him desperately.
“Why would you do that to yourself?”
Suguru blinked slowly. He didn’t remember ending up in a hospital.
“I almost lost you.”
𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲.
“Gojo-san…”
“My name is Satoru! Sa-to-ru! Surely you must remember that - you always called me by my given name.” The white-haired sorcerer pouted childishly, pointing to himself as he repeated his name for the umpteenth time, sighing at the vacant stare was the only reply he got.
It’s alright. There are more days ahead of them to try again.
Today was just the third day that he had woken up.
Satoru had all the time in the world to help him remember.
𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬.
The doctors had said that it was a miracle that Suguru Geto had not lost his life after jumping off a building in the quieter part of the district.
Besides a few broken bones, he just had a cracked skull and a worrying retrograde amnesia that had wiped his memories clean of his time at Jujutsu Technical High.
Suguru Geto remembered nothing about his high school life.
And he remembered nothing about Satoru Gojo.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞.
Satoru grinned as he held out a spoonful of rice porridge to the black-haired male.
“Open your mouth!” He teased, tapping the silver spoon next to the bandaged male’s lips, trying to coax him to eat. “Don’t make me make aeroplane noises! That’s more for my darling Megumi.”
Suguru scoffed, opening his mouth to accept the food. He was not a child. He could feed himself.
The white-haired male lets out a cheer as the last spoonful of porridge was finished, proudly showing off his work.
“You know I made a bet with Yaga-sensei that I can make you finish it all. Yaga-sensei’s gonna give me a thousand yen for losing!” The excited male crowed in delight, grabbing his phone to snap multiple pictures of the empty bowl against Suguru in frame, laughing loudly to himself.
The black-haired male sighed, flopping down into bed and drawing the blankets over his head.
He’s so noisy.
And annoying.
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Geto Suguru had woken up from sleep, blinking in confusion as the white hospital ceiling greeted him. His head is throbbing again, his wounds aching. He could use more painkillers now. Turning to press the call button for the nurse, he stopped as a soft snore broke the silence in the room.
The strange young man is sleeping beside him, half his body on his bed - his head nestled in his crossed arms - and his other half seated on the chair that he had dragged to the side of his bed.
It had seemed that he had come all the way to the hospital right after school again.
He was still in his school uniform, his bag and homework strewn messily on the floor.
He looked tired.
Suguru sighed as he placed a hand on the top of the other male’s head, patting his white hair gently – his silvery locks soft against his touch.
There was a soft, sweet ache in his chest, and Suguru knew that deep down, they must have been more than just classmates.
𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.
“Thank you, missus, could you get us more dessert?” Pearl lashes fluttered as Satoru flirted with the poor young nurse that had started her shift in his ward. “You see my buddy right here has a huge sweet tooth and you look equally sweet enough to be of help.”
Suguru rolled his eyes. He was not the one with the sweet tooth. The other male had taken his dessert because he skipped lunch again to rush to the hospital. The idiot is going to be the death of him.
The young lady, obviously smitten by his charm, had dashed out of the room in search for more chocolate cake for her patient in Room 214.
Satoru grinned as he turned to the black-haired male, his dark sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
“Told you I can get us one more serving.”
Suguru lets it slide - because the way Satoru gives it his all in everything that he does…is strangely likeable.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞.
Suguru winced as he rubbed his fingers against his temple.
“Can you at least tell me why they have not even once come to visit?”
“They’re out of town, that’s why you’re stuck with me.” Satoru had said, waving his hand flippantly before letting out an exaggerated gasp, letting his jaw hang open comically. “Are you implying that you are bored of me already?”
Suguru groaned as he pushed the male off his bed – why did he even mount it like it is as if it was his own bed? – freezing as strong arms wrapped around his frame, squeezing lightly. Suguru could feel the other male’s heartbeat against his bare, bandaged chest.
It felt nice.
Suguru felt like he fit nicely against his body - like two jigsaw puzzles, like yin and yang.
He felt whole. Complete.
Suddenly, cold fingers dug into his sides as the white-haired male launched into a tickle assault against him.
Room 214 was filled with laughter throughout the whole afternoon.
𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧.
Heavy pants filled the private suite of Room 214. Suguru lets out a throaty groan as he grinded against the other male – he was so close to completion, both their cocks in their frantic hands as they tried to get each other off as quietly as they could.
Suguru had leaned in for a kiss first. And then Satoru, emboldened by their shy kiss, had mounted him on his bed, pushing him down. And one thing had led to another, and they were jacking each other off, trying to relieve the erections in their pants.
“S-suguru… nggh,” Satoru moaned as he arched up and against the other male, feeling the hot slide of both their cocks against the strong grip of his partner’s hands.
“Suguru…”
“H-ah!…Sugu..ru…”
Satoru had spilled first, his milky body shaking under moonlight from the strain of his orgasm. Suguru bit down against the other male’s shoulder as he chased after his own release, shuddering as he finally came not long after.
“W...wow” Satoru breathed as he lets out a shaky laugh, slowly disentangling from the other male to reach for tissues to clean their cum-stained stomachs and cocks. “Look at the mess, it’s been a while huh.”
Suguru allowed his partner to lay him carefully down, trying his best not to disturb the bandages that still wrapped around his body. His room smelled like the stench of sex, and he was too tired to complain. But he needed to know something.
“Gojo-san, you keep calling me by my first name. Do you do that with other people too?”
The white-haired male paused in his movements, there was a strange look in his cerulean eyes before a teasing glint returned, “But you like it when I call you by your name. Made you hard, didn’t it?”
Suguru flushed, turning his head away, his long, black hair fanning across his cheeks.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
There was a soft laugh as a cool palm was pressed against his forehead, and then over his eyes.
“Go to sleep, Suguru. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬.
“What’s with that look?”
“Huh, oh…” Satoru shook his head, snapping out his daze. Forcing on a cheery smile on his lips, he quickly broke the blue ice popsicle into two, handing the other half to Suguru.
Popping the treat into his mouth, the white-haired male lets out an amused chuckle, his laughter flowing like music to Suguru’s ears. It was like a familiar tune that he has heard, once upon a dream.
“What’s so funny?”
Gojo pulled out the popsicle from his lips, “Just a memory about the both of us,” he had said before turning to Suguru with a wide grin, remembering clearly how he had slipped the frozen treat down Suguru’s shirt on one hot summer’s day, remembering how he had yelled and chased him down the very same street that they are on.
Suguru looks away.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮?
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?
“I can’t keep on pretending anymore. He’s going to spiral again if he knows the truth, Yaga-sensei, I-…”
“Don’t overthink it and just stay by his side with a smile on your face, Gojo-kun.” His teacher had replied, giving him a comforting pat on his shoulder.
The young sorcerer brushes away his tears angrily as he slipped his sunglasses back on, hoping that it will hide the redness in his swollen eyes.
“He’ll remember in due time.”
Putting on a brave front, he pushed open the doors of Room 214.
Suguru was sitting up in his bed, staring out of the window with a soft smile on his lips.
“Remembering something new?” Satoru chirped as he dropped his schoolbag on the chair, digging for some snacks to share with the other male.
“Just something happy that we did yesterday.” The black-haired male had answered, simply, honestly.
Satoru Gojo felt his heart clench.
He’s more than happy to create new, happier memories to cover all the darkness away.
He’ll never abandon Suguru again.
He’ll never let that man think about pain ever again.