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The world sees him as an Alpha.
Suguru Geto built that lie through years of discipline, control, and distance.
It became a second skin.
Maybe more real than the truth.
But Satoru Gojo… never truly believed it.
Not really.
Not after everything that had been between them.
Because it wasn’t just one night.
It wasn’t a single mistake left behind at Jujutsu Tech.
It was years.
Brief encounters.
Stolen.
Never planned… or at least, that’s what they told themselves.
One mission too close to another.
A glance that lingered too long.
A silence that became unbearable.
And then - that step too far.
Always.
“Just this once.”
It never was.
Suguru always disappeared at dawn.
No promises.
No explanations.
And Satoru never stopped him.
Never.
Until that night.
Satoru sees it immediately.
It’s not his body.
Not his cursed energy.
It’s deeper.
A different rhythm.
A second heartbeat.
“…Suguru.”
Suguru smiles.
“You’re still the same idiot.”
But this time, it’s not enough.
“How long?”
Silence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Too fast.
Too rigid.
“That never worked on me.”
Satoru takes a step forward.
The Six Eyes see too much.
Always too much.
“It’s mine.”
It’s not a question.
Suguru clenches his jaw.
“No.”
“Look at me and say it.”
He does.
Mistake.
For a moment, everything comes back.
The nights.
The pauses.
The words never spoken.
“…It’s not yours.”
But his voice falters.
Satoru doesn’t push. Not immediately.
“It wasn’t just once.” He murmurs instead.
Suguru’s eyes close.
And when he opens them again… he doesn’t really deny it anymore.
“Even if it was… it wouldn’t change anything.”
That’s when everything shifts.
Because Suguru’s plan isn’t just ideology anymore.
It’s not just hatred.
It’s protection.
“You want to destroy the world for him.”
Suguru shakes his head.
“Not just him.”
Silence.
“You’re going to die, Satoru.”
The words are cold.
Direct.
“In this world… even you aren’t untouchable.”
A breath.
“I’m trying to save you too.”
This time - Satoru has no immediate answer.
The battle happens anyway.
Yuta Okkotsu fights.
Rika Orimoto fades away.
And Suguru remains standing through sheer will alone.
When Satoru arrives - it’s too late to change the outcome.
But not too late to change the ending.
Suguru smiles.
Tired.
“So you came after all.”
Satoru raises his hand.
The technique is ready.
This is how it should end.
But then - he feels it again.
That second heartbeat.
Weak.
But alive.
“If I do this…” Satoru murmurs. “I won’t just be killing you.”
Silence.
“Then do it.” Suguru replies.
But it’s no longer a challenge.
And instead - Satoru steps forward.
He touches him.
And everything changes.
Reversed Cursed Technique.
The energy twists - turns into something that heals.
Suguru stiffens.
He wasn’t expecting it.
The pain fades.
His body stabilizes.
And it’s not just him.
The child.
His child holds on.
Satoru hesitates for a moment.
Then pushes the technique further.
“If I’m doing this… I’m doing it right.”
When the energy fades - only silence remains.
Suguru brings a hand to his stomach.
And understands.
“…You’re an idiot.”
Satoru smiles faintly.
“I know… you keep telling me that.”
A quiet wave of nostalgia settles in his chest.
“Let me hide you.”
Suguru looks at him.
“To the world, you’ll die here.” Satoru continues.
“I’ll say I killed you.”
“And I’m supposed to live like that?”
“Not like before.”
A pause.
“But you’ll live.”
Silence.
“I won’t stop hating this world.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
A breath.
“…But I’ll stop destroying it.”
It’s enough.
It’s not redemption.
It’s a deviation.
And this time - Suguru chooses to stay.
To the world, Suguru Geto is dead.
But the truth travels in different ways.
Letters.
At first.
Then small, trained curses.
Silent messengers.
Suguru never stopped using them.
He just changed their purpose.
One day - a small charm arrives.
Satoru understands immediately.
He was there.
When the child was born.
From afar.
Always from afar.
He hadn’t left him alone.
And he never would again.
Dark hair.
A face like Suguru’s.
But eyes - too bright.
And that curve of the mouth.
Satoru smiles softly.
“…He’s definitely mine.”
The child grows.
He loves his mother. He knows he has always been protected… and always will be.
And he knows about his father.
Satoru Gojo.
Not as a constant presence.
But as a quiet shadow, always there to protect him.
Satoru tries not to step too far into their lives. He knows he can’t stay.
But he is never absent.
He watches.
He protects.
From afar.
One day - they finally meet.
Suguru holds the pup in his arms, looking tired from the walk.
Blue eyes look around, curious.
“How are you?”
Satoru asks.
Suguru smiles faintly.
“He looks too much like you.”
There’s a strange softness in his voice.
Satoru lets out a quiet laugh.
“What a shame. He could’ve taken after his beautiful mom.”
Suguru’s cheeks flush, just a little. But he smiles.
It’s not the peace he once wanted.
But it’s close enough.
The child falls asleep against Satoru’s chest, breathing in a scent he already knows - through clothes, through small plush toys.
Satoru stays perfectly still.
As if afraid to ruin it.
“…What’s his name?” He asks softly.
Suguru doesn’t answer right away.
He looks at him.
Then at the child.
He hesitates.
Just for a moment.
“Haru.”
Satoru repeats the name, quietly.
As if testing it.
His fingers tighten slightly around the fabric of the blanket.
He smiles.
“It’s perfect.”
For the first time…
they both understand.
The future is no longer something to destroy - but something to wait for.