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Gojo holds the door open for Geto after they leave Toji’s office.
The castle air is bustling lately, but it’s terror that clings to it, abstracting horror, in each hesitant breath. People don't speak much, and if they do it’s quiet, under their breath sort of whispers, things you say so quietly in case a higher power is listening.
“Do you think he believed us?” Geto mutters tiredly, clinging to the wall.
Gojo sighs, pinching his nose bridge with a shake of his head. “I hope so. Either way, we have word of mouth to fall on about it. Now we just need to be good enough at our jobs to not raise suspicion and just.. see how it plays out.”
Geto frowns, staring at some distant space not exactly real. His eyes fuzz over, hesitant and not all there. Gojo waves a hand in front of his face, bringing him back around.
“Suguru..?”
“What?” Geto blinks, shaking the fog creeping into his skull out of his mind. “Sorry. I’m fine.”
Gojo looks like he wants to pry, because even in all his blab of overconfidence and bravado, he’s observant. Especially as of late. Maybe too much it’s making his own skull feel like it’s rolling in his head.
“Mmhmm.” Gojo humms. “Let's get settled for tomorrow, yeah? Not like there’s anything we can do about it right now anyway.”
Geto nods, and they both slip away from Toji’s office and back into the darker patches of the castle, following their foot-worn trodden paths, each hallway bend some secret route they’ve plotted over years for better efficiency for missions, more sneaky and less overrun corridors for when they were doing things they shouldn’t been. It had been a game, half the time, when they were younger, to see what boundaries they could push.
But not lately. Not now. Now, they tread the line with careful precision, not overstepping, holding their cards closer as they tread. It’s a dangerous situation now, to be morally correct, depending on which side is to be believed ‘good’ versus ‘bad.’
Stopping the world ending monster, everyone around here agrees is the best and only solution.
But they’re all choosing to ignore that the monster is a child.
Gojo sighs. He and his other half slink back into their room. Once they’d gotten older, and better at their jobs, they upgraded housing. Haibara and Nanami moved out and split rent halfway between themselves. Gojo and Geto did the same — they’d been inseparable since enrolling, then sticking together just made sense.
Gojo holds the door open for Geto, watching the dark haired sorcerer slip inside. It’s making his stomach crawl, the way Suguru’s shoulders sag and his hands keep pushing his hair from his eyes.
“Suguru?” He asks.
Geto turns, faux smile plastered on, the same one he’s been using all day to appease higher officials. “Mm?”
“We’ll..” Gojo hesitates. “Should we…”
“No.” Geto confirms. They’d debated it heavily, back and forth, for the years leading up to it. Now wasn’t the time to withdraw.
“We’re not doing it.” He says.
And that is enough for Gojo. He blinks once, the information, the treason they’re both about to commit, the possible fact that their actions in the following month may actually bring about the world's collapse, it all clicks in his head in a heartbeat.
But he doesn’t feel bad.
“Okay.” He agrees.
“Okay?” Geto asks.
Gojo nods. “We’ll spare the King of Curses, if we find him first.”
Geto nods. “We will.”