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Gojo Satoru
the strongest they said.
He was lying on the ground, his body sprawled out in the snow.
He's bleeding out onto the snowy grass, blood dribbling down the corner of his mouth and trickling down his cheek, the taste of metal sitting heavy on his tongue with blood dripping down his throat, pooling at the back of his throat.
A mist of smoke appeared with every breath he took.
The snow around him melted from his body heat. The water seeped into his clothing and stinging his wounds.
Gojo let out a scoff
This is how it ends I guess.
Gojo sighed, he let go of the tension in his shoulder, letting his body rest.
His vision swam and he closed his eyes feeling the cold snow sting against his skin.
Darkness swept over him as his consciousness grew loose.
A voice called out, piercing through the darkness.
“Satoru, you awake?”
Gojo's head snapped up, his body wobbling with the movement, his neck aching from the strain, he rubbed the side of his neck trying to soothe out the ache, his hand was resting on a plank of smooth wood scratched in a couple places. A desk.
He was sitting on it, leaning against the window beside him.
His vision was still blurry trying to adjust to the new lighting.
The air smelled like dried up chalk and humid rain, the lighting in the room was warm and soft, sunlight seeping in through the translucent curtain.
The temperature was comfortable, guessing that it may be the late spring.
The sounds of children laughing and giggling could be heard echoing through the school yard outside, Gojo looked up, his gaze shifted from the window toward the voice.
He tried to make out the blurred out shape, a familiar dark hair could be seen, almost recognizable at least, his eyes trailed down to the person's face and finally focused.
Geto
Suguru Geto
The man that died 9 years ago, was standing before him alive.
“..Suguru?” Gojo said, his voice was cracking slightly, his throat felt dry and sore like he hadn't used it for some time.
“Yes?” Geto replied, with one of his brows rising in confusion.
Geto looked younger here, his hair tied neatly in a bun, still short and tidy. His uniform was crisp and spotless, just the way he always liked it.
Gojo blinked and rubbed his eyes. Confused, he raised one of his hands, he hesitated before brushing the sleeve of his uniform onto Geto's forehead.
This might be a trick by Kenjaku.
Maybe they covered the stitch, maybe they used makeup on it, is this a plan to trick him? Trying to make him lose his guard?
Gojo frowned, his brows furrowing slightly, convinced that this is some kind of plan. Geto gently pushed his hand away, his fingers lingering on Gojo's wrist then pulling away.
“Satoru, what's up with you today?” Geto said while chuckling lightly, the corner of his eyes crinkled as he laughed making a pure expression.
He seemed relaxed, smiling in a way that Gojo missed seeing for way too long.
God they're getting better at lying.
He rubbed his fingers on his forehead, right on the spot where Gojo's sleeve had rubbed, a light red mark appearing. Gojo just stared at him, his eyes wide with confusion.
This got to be a dream right?
Gojo thought
It seemed impossible, a dead man can't come back to life magically right? Did he sell his soul to go back in time?
The door suddenly flung open “you two what are you doing?” a high pitched voice yelled out.
Shoko Leiri, the fierce young girl he once knew, was standing by the doorway nagging at him like she used to.
Her hair was still in a chin bob length, brows furrowed in constant annoyance.
She was sipping on a carton of chocolate milk, her eyes flickered between them; Gojo's wide eyes and Geto's confused face.
She sighed while leaning against a doorway “are you fighting again?” she said while groaning, the familiar annoyed tone she always used sounded almost nostalgic to him.
The corner of Geto's lips twitched and shook his head
“No, Satoru's just a bit sick today,” Geto replied. His voice sounded relaxed, with his hand waving in a dismissive manner.
Shoko finally walked up to them and slammed her hand on the desk, her eyes darting up to him “dumbfuck” she said, one of her hands coming up to flick his forehead.
Gojo's fingers twitched, his hand coming up to stop Shoko on reflex, but his movements were still sloppy, his reactions were delayed and slow, making Shoko fast enough to flick him, his head snapped back, the desk wobbling with the sudden movement.
Gojo winced, hissing between his teeth, his forehead was stinging. He rubbed his forehead, a red mark starting to show on his forehead.
Gojo finally calmed down and stared at them both. His old friends—Shoko and Geto—stood in front of him, nine years younger than the last time he had seen them.
“Satoru, if you're just gonna be stupid then I'm gonna leave you out–we're going to buy ice cream with Yu,” Shoko said, getting up and straightening her back.
“Wait who?” Gojo said his voice squeaked in a way that seemed rather embarrassing, but if it's true he had to hear that again.
“Yu? Did you forget about him?” Shoko scoffed mockingly, crossing her arms.
But before she could continue her words Gojo got up and bolted out the door bumping into desks along the way.
He ran down the hallways taking sharp turns in each corner, each turn felt like a burn, his feet making squeaking noises on the floor.
“Sorry–!” He said, bumping into another student he apologized quickly, bowing , then getting up already on his feet to run, he didn't even take a chance to look at their face.
He finally halted to a stop.
He looked up and it was haibara standing in front of a vending machine, his fingers already picking at his wallet to take some cash.
Gojo held his breath trying to process what he was seeing.
“Satoru? Did you want something? You could've told Shoko instead of running here”
Haibara said, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly, but Gojo wasn't here to buy any drinks.
His hand went up and cupped Haibara's face, Haibara’s eyes widened in confusion
“uh..Satoru?” He said his voice was soft but confused, one of his brows raising.
Gojo turned Haibara's face from side to side checking his face from all angles, is this really real? Haibara pushed his hand away
“What's up with you today?” Haibara said, chuckling nervously, it felt awkward at some level.
Nanami furrowed his brows, he wasn't wearing any glasses, his hair still long and unstyled “You want something? You can just say it, there's no need to be doing all that” Nanami said, taking his wallet out and getting ready to pay for Gojo.
“No–what?”
What the hell could've happened on his death?