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A TRAGEDY THAT'S BUILT ON DESTINY!

I WOULD CHANGE MOST EVERY SINGLE THING. I WOULD LET YOU KISS ME, KILL ME!

synopsis// multiple different universes, but one thing remains the same: geto loves you in each and every one of them.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 5.8k

contents// different universes, angst, satisfying angst?, hurt/no comfort but also hurt/comfort at the same time, ooc geto?, character death tehe

notes// inspired by everything everywhere all at once and the song kiss me kill me by mest :3 i wrote this SOOOO long ago but u have no idea how much i adore this oneshot. like i think it might be my fav oneshot ive ever written. it is everything to me!! and i did not do the idea justice but u get the point!!

December 24th 

You assume the fight is over because neither you nor Shoko have gotten any more wounded victims. The two of you glance at each other briefly but don’t bother saying anything. What could be said about a full-blown borderline war schemed by your high school best friend and lover? Nothing could possibly be said, so nothing is. The two of you stand there waiting for anything to happen, whether that’s getting called back to Jujutsu High or being brought another victim, and eventually something does happen, and Shoko gets a call. You can’t read her expression for the whole 20 seconds she’s on the phone before she passes it to you. You furrow your eyebrows in question.

“It’s Gojo,” she says blankly before attempting to hand you the phone again.

You hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“You should get down here,” he says blankly over the phone.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, just—you know those back alleys by the school?”

“Uh huh?”

“Meet me there.”

“Gojo, you’re kinda scaring me-“

“Y/N, just come; you’ll thank me—I hope.”

You frown and begrudgingly agree, “Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, I'm on my way.”

“Make it quick, alright? I'm serious,” he adds quickly before hanging up.

As you give Shoko her phone back, you roll your eyes at the fact that he didn't even give you a chance to say okay before hanging up.

“What was that about?” she wonders, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

You sigh. “No idea, but he wants me to go meet up with him for some reason.”

Shoko hums curiously. “You should get going then; must be urgent.”

You nod, “Yeah.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

It doesn't take you long to get to the school given how fast you were walking since Gojo told you to hurry it up, the tense anticipation aiding in your speed. It does, however, take you a few moments to find Gojo, but once you do, you find that he's not looking at you, but he’s speaking, and it's not to you either; it's to something—or rather someone—he's blocking with his body.

“Gojo?” you ask once you finally reach him.

Gojo turns to face you, a sorrowful smile on his face, before stepping out of the way to reveal who he was speaking to and the whole reason why he called you here in the first place.

When you see Getou on the ground, your heart sinks into your stomach, and your blood runs cold. You look back at Gojo, who merely shrugs.

“You should say your goodbyes; I already did,” Gojo whispers before leaving you and Getou alone.

Getou lets out a hushed laugh. “That’s a little melodramatic of him, don’t you think?”

The hammering of your heart roaring in your ears makes it difficult to hear what he says. You stand there frozen in what you can only describe as horror as you stare down at Getou, who's missing an arm and is only growing more pale by the second from blood loss.

“Do you plan on ignoring me?” he asks softly, as though he’d understand if that really was your plan.

You blink a few times and shake your head, your tears blurring your vision. “I dont-“ 

Getou hums appreciatively and smiles up at you, which makes you completely break down, a sob racking through your body so violently that the only thing you can do is collapse to your knees. Getou winces as he tries to sit up straighter, as if he’s going to catch you or crawl over to you. You sniffle, your sobbing uncontrollable, as you crawl to him, and once there, you let your head fall upon his blood-stained chest. Getou immediately places his only remaining hand on the back of your head, as if holding it to his chest, and gently pats your head.

“Are you an idiot?” you snap.

“Might be.” 

You sob even harder into his chest. “Why would you do this?”

Your question makes his heart race. “I wanted something better for Jujutsu society.”

You shake your head at him disapprovingly. “Why’d you have to go about it this way?”

“I don’t know Y/N," he sighs. "Does it make a difference?”

You scoff, raising your head to glare at him. “Of course it does, you idiot! You left! and had a hit placed on you! Why couldn’t you have just stayed?” You sob, letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as you wanted this? Why couldn’t... Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as I wanted you?”

“Y/N,” he coos regretfully, as if he doesn’t know what to say, which he doesn’t. He did want you, and he’d even go as far as saying he wanted a better jujutsu society for you so you wouldn’t have to live your days slaving away for the non-sorcerers. “Y/N, look at me.”

You shake your head and screw your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. You don’t want to see your first and only love withering away right in front of you.

“Y/N, please look at me.”

“I-I can't."

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

The demandingness dripping from his voice has your head shooting up to look at him and your eyes opening wide, but as you open them, you’re not met with an actively dying Getou; you're met with a sunny and flower-filled meadow? You move to wipe your tears, but your face is dry. You blink a few times, trying to take in your new surroundings, given that a moment ago you were just in a dark alley and now you're sitting on a blanket in a field under a glowing sun.

“Y/N?” Someone speaks from beside you.

Your attention is drawn to the person. “Getou?” 

He smiles at you.

“Getou, where are we?” you ask, now starting to slightly panic.

He looks at you in confusion. “We’re on our date?”

Your chest heaves up and down, and you're more confused than ever. “Huh? But- We-“ 

“We what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“We were just behind Jujutsu High; you were missing your arm, and-"

Getou scoots in closer to you and cradles your face in his hands. The feeling of a warm, full-of-life Getou touching you brings tears to your eyes all over again.

“Woah, woah, love, calm down. What are you talking about? Jujutsu High? Me missing an arm?”

“You don’t remember?” You croak out, distraught, and slightly convinced that you’re going crazy.

“Remember what, love?” he asks softly.

You stare at him in disbelief. “The fight—you wanted a better jujutsu society, and you tried? You lost your arm! You were dying; I saw you! I was there with you! You were covered in blood and-“ 

Getou gently wipes your tears away. “Love, that didn’t happen. I’m here, yeah? and I have both my arms, and there was no fight for Jujutsu society? Whatever that means..."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“It was probably just a bad dream, Y/N.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“You don’t know about jujutsu society?”

“Am I supposed to?”

You stare at him in awe. What’s happening? How could he not know about jujutsu society when it was the very thing he was fighting for? But then again, how could he not be missing an arm? And how could the two of you not be in a dark alleyway right now? How could any of this be happening? Maybe he’s right; maybe it really was a bad dream. A very vivid, detailed, lucid, and lifelike bad dream.

“I guess not,” you respond with a frown.

Getou wipes away your last few tears and smiles at you. “You’re okay; I’m okay. We’re okay. It was just a bad dream, love.”

“Yeah,” you say haltingly, "yeah, I guess it was..."

“Are you okay now?”

You nod as you take one of his hands off your face and into your own. “Yeah, I think so... Um, where are we, Getou?”

“On our weekly date?” He answers curiously as he removes his other hand from your face.

You look around at your surroundings curiously. “In the middle of a forest?”

“This is your favorite place, Y/N,” he says, quizically.

As you take another glance around, you hum, not necessarily agreeing or disagreeing. “I can see why; it’s beautiful here.”

He raises his free hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N, are you okay? How come you don't remember?”

You look into his eyes, and something doesn't feel right—as if you're not meant to be here—but you digress and shrug anyway. “I don't know...”

He frowns briefly before leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you practically melt, having not felt his lips on yours for far too long.

“That's alright. We can still make the most of the rest of our day, right?”

You nod, and he smiles at your response, letting go of your face and hand to open his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. You return the smile before laying yourself in his arms, trying to ignore the rising feeling that something is wrong, but you can't because the minute your head touches his chest, you're thrown into a moment, a memory, a dream? where you're back in the alley with your head on a bleeding-out Getou, and it's just for a split second, a flash in time, but it's enough to make you go stiff and your breath hitch.

Getou rubs his hand down your back soothingly. “Hey, what's wrong?”

You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the green scenery in front of you rather than whatever you keep seeing. “Nothing, I'm fine. It's fine.”

Getou places his head on top of yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I am.”

He hums disapprovingly but doesn't press the issue any further; instead, he just runs his hand up and down your spine in an attempt to calm you down, which works as you begin to relax into his embrace and regain control of your breathing.

“What do we usually do here?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He shrugs. “Usually just talk about our days, our future plans, and stuff like that.”

You hum. “Is it nice?”

“Very nice; I like spending our days together.”

“I do too,” you correct yourself, “or I'm sure I did too.”

Getou doesn't say anything; instead, he lays himself down and, since he's holding you, takes you with him. You sigh contentedly and let your eyes flutter close, the sun and his hold keeping you warm. Suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you can tell it's getting brighter outside, and you groan. You’re about to ask what's up with the sun when a shooting pain in your head causes you to wince. Your heartbeat rings in your ears, and you can feel your hands grow clammy.

You feel unstable, as if you're no longer on the ground being held, as if you're floating through time and space, and the uncertainty forces your eyes open, but you're not met with anything—no, that's not right, you're met with everything, glimpses of time that you can barely make out. One moment you see Getou at an alter, and then you see you and Getou nodding to each other in determination, and the next glimpse is of you, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko laughing about something before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you hiss in pain, and all too suddenly, you're back on stable ground, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone.

You still hesitate to open your eyes, unsure of what you'll see, but when you can just barely make out that you're not where you were before, your eyes shoot open. You're now standing in the doorway of what appears to be the room of two teen girls, and Getou is sitting at a vanity staring at you; his hair and make-up are done, and he's frowning. Despite your confusion about where you are, you can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh haha, yeah, keep laughing.”

You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. “What happened?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, mumbling, “Our daughters thought I would make a very good model, apparently.”

You go to laugh again, but it hits you, and you look at him like he's crazy. “Sorry, daughters?”

He returns the look. “Yes? Our kids?”

You look away, muttering to yourself, “We have kids...”

You didn't mean for him to hear it, but he does anyway and instantly stands up and makes his way toward you. He grabs your shoulders, drawing your attention to him, and when you look at him, he's staring back at you in concern.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You want to take him seriously, but truthfully, you can't when he’s wearing bright pink lipstick and bright pink eyeshadow. He does look cute, though. You try to bite back a smile.

“I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that.”

Getou sighs. “I know I look amazing. Can you try to ignore my beauty for like five seconds and tell me why you’re acting like you don't remember our kids?”

You frown. What are you supposed to tell him? That you're apparently having nightmares upon nightmares about different lives with him? And now you're not sure what's real and what's not? You can't say that, so instead you shrug and merely mutter, “You do look amazing like that, though.”

His head drops to the side at the same moment that his smile fades. “Y/N.”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

“Some really weird shit is going on, Getou,” you breathe out heavily.

He doesn’t say anything, instead grabbing your hand and leading you to one of your apparent kids' beds, where he sits you down.

“What’s going on?”

“I don't know, and you wouldn't know either so,” you explain vaguely in frustration.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Maybe I would?”

You shake your head. “I don’t wanna waste time on that; I don't know how long I have here.”

“What?” he asks blankly. “What do you mean you ‘don't know how long you have here’?”

“Getou,” you whine, not wanting to think or talk about it because you wouldn't even know where to start; all you want is to learn about this new nightmare and what it holds.

He relents. “Okay, I won't ask.”

You smile at him and let a moment of silence pass before asking, “What are they like?”

“Huh?”

“Our kids—daughters.”

Getou hums. “They’re great; we raised them well.”

“They are especially great at making you a model, huh?” you snicker. 

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever, you're just jealous they never make you model.”

You shrug. “What are their names?”

“Well, we were gonna keep the names they had when we adopted them, but they ended up not having any names at all, so we settled on Nanako and Mimiko.”

You stare at him in awe. “Did you pick the names out?”

“We both did,” he recalls fondly and vividly, as if it were just yesterday that the two of you were picking out names.

“And we are...?”

He kisses your cheek before answering, “Married—we’re married.”

You hum and raise your left hand, your gaze fixed on your ring finger. “I don't see a ring?”

He hums curiously. “You were wearing it this morning? Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”

You nod. “Yeah.. Maybe..”

Getou doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say. What could he? His partner of multiple years suddenly has some form of amnesia and can't remember that they have kids, let alone that they’re married to him. You turn to face Getou. He looks like Getou—like the Getou you know, who apparently was merely a nightmare. Besides all the makeup and stuff, he looks like Getou. He says he’s Getou, but something just feels off.

“Are you real?”

He nods. “Very real.”

You look around the room, taking in the messy vanities, the messy beds, and the drawers stuffed with clothes. “Are our kids real?”

“Extremely real.”

You study his face for any hint of uncertainty, and when you find none, you ask, “Am I real?”

He narrows his eyes at you and hums curiously. letting go of your hand only to bring both hands up to your face and start smooshing your face together, pushing and pulling at the flesh on your cheeks.

“Getou,” you mumble.

He hums approvingly and nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “Yep, you’re real.”

You smile at his idiotic antics but appreciate them nonetheless. And although you can touch him and feel him, and he is real, as are you and your kids, it still doesn't seem real. And then, all too suddenly, your head starts throbbing again.

“Fuck no, not again,“ you panic.

“Y/N? whats wrong-“

You can't hear what he’s saying anymore; it's like you've gone underwater and he's speaking to you from the surface. Another shooting pain in your head has your eyes screwing shut, and you know you're fucked when all you can hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears and feel your hands grow clammy all over again. You’re back to feeling unstable, drifting between time and space once more, and just like last time, the uncertainty of the feeling forces your eyes open, and you're faced with everything again—more glimpses in time that you can barely make out.

One moment you think you see yourself back at the beginning on Getou’s cold chest, and then you see yourself and Getou covered in blood, and you're not sure if it's yours or someone else's, and the next glimpse you see is of Getou on your cold chest, like your roles had been reversed, before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you wince in pain, and finally you're back on solid ground again, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone. This time you don't hesitate to open your eyes, and you find yourself in a cemetery.

You look around curiously, trying to assess your surroundings while simultaneously trying to recover from whatever just happened. But you're starting to realize something now. All of this is real. You laying on Getou’s chest was real; having a picnic with a perfectly fine Getou in a world where curses apparently don't exist was real; having kids and marrying Getou was real; and all of those little bits of time in between each new life were real. All of it was real—is real; all of it happened—is happening; it just didn't happen to you specifically. Not this version of you, at least. You’ve realized that you’re experiencing different universes and living alternate lives of your own. You didn’t think alternate universes existed, but it's not too hard to accept when the world you live in—the world you belong to—is riddled with curses and sorcerers. You are not above believing in alternate dimensions.

Finally over your sudden epiphany, you're able to realize that you weren't immediately met with Getou like you had been the past two times you got transported into another dimension. As you put the pieces together, a grave feeling washes over you—no Getou, and you’re in a cemetery. You swallow harshly.

No, no, no.

You start running around the cemetery, inspecting each and every headstone, and praying to the universe(s) that you aren't about to find one that reads his name.

No, no, no.

You keep running, the cemetery seemingly interminable, until you run up behind someone who looks suspiciously a lot like Getou, and when you hear him murmur under his breath, you sigh heavily in relief that it is him, but why is he here? You tilt your head and try to look around him to read the gravestone.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, stunned.

Getou spins around faster than you can even blink, and he almost chokes on his spit. “Y/N?” His chest heaves up and down as he shifts his gaze between you and the gravestone. “But-but-how-you’re-“

“Dead apparently,” you say, finishing his sentence as you stare at the gravestone that reads, "HERE LIES L/N Y/N."

He stares at you, completely bewildered, and you can see him trembling. “How—how are you here?”

Will something bad happen if you tell him this isn't your universe and there are actually multiple universes out there? Who knows, but you’re about to find out.

“I'm not, well, I'm not supposed to be.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I'm just hallucinating; you’re not real.”

His reply breaks your heart. “I am real.”

“You’re not.”

You step forward, taking his hand in yours. “I am.”

He finally opens his eyes back up, and he stares at you through tears, completely amazed that you're here, that you're actually touching him, and that you're actually alive and real.

“I don't—I dont understand—you're dead!” He stammers, yanking his hand from yours, and as he breaks out into full-on sobs at this point, he’s reminding you an awful lot of yourself in your own world.

You nod slowly. “In this universe, it seems so... how?”

“What?” he stutters. “This universe?”

You ignore his question. “How did I die, Getou?”

He shakes his head sternly. “No, I'm not saying anything until you explain what you meant. What if you’re a curse? What if I cursed you, holy fuck? Fuck!”

“Okay, curses still exist in this universe; good to know,” you acknowledge with a nod.

Getou snaps, “What are you talking about!?”

You flinch, which only makes him sob harder.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap—I'm just so fucking confused; you're supposed to be dead,” he bawls as he falls to his knees.

You take another step closer and kneel down, drawing him into your embrace and letting him sob into your chest for as long as he needs, ignoring the horrible feeling of deja vu crawling all over you like worms.

“Shh, you're okay,” you whisper, soothingly brushing your fingers through his hair.

He finally starts to calm down after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him, and once he’s no longer sobbing, he pulls away.

“Answer my question, and I'll answer yours,” he says through sniffles.

You nod. 

“What were you talking about, universes? How are you here, Y/N? You’re dead—or you’re supposed to be...”

“Do you believe in alternate or multiple universes?”

He shrugs and wipes away any remaining tears. “I don't know; I never really thought about it.”

You hum and nod. “Right, so, uh, they exist! There are a lot of universes out there, actually." You let out an uneasy laugh.

He stares at you curiously.

“Obviously, I'm not from this universe.”

He continues staring at you.

“Oh, cmon, curses exist, but you draw the line at alternate dimensions?”

Getou frowns and says, “I guess you’re right... So you’re from a ‘different dimension’?”

You point a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Don't air-quote me like you don't believe me; how else would I be here right now if I were supposedly dead?”

“I don't know; that's what I'm trying to figure out!” he exclaims, gesticulating wildly.

“Can you just humor me and hear me out?”

He takes a deep breath before ultimately agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

You clasp your hands together. “Okay, um, in my universe, you’re dead.”

“What?!”

You shake your hands and your head. “Ok, no wait! You’re not dead yet, but, uh, you were like on the verge of death when I got put into another universe.”

He looks at you in disbelief. “And you just left me?!”

“It wasn't on purpose! Why would I want to leave you when you’re dying? I don't know how I ended up here! or in the last two other universes!”

He stops you and asks, "Okay, okay, wait—how am I dying?”

You look away awkwardly. “You wanted to change jujutsu society in… a not-so-friendly way... And, um, you were willing to die for your cause.”

“I'm dying the same way you did?”

You return your attention to him. “What?”

Getou nods. “Yeah.”

You shake your head. “What do you mean you're dying the same way I did?”

“In this universe, you’re the one who wanted to change jujutsu society in a... not-so-friendly way,” he explains sheepishly.

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself.

He nods again. “So, in yours, our roles are reversed.”

“And I'm dead already? I didn't even last as long as you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess," he shrugs, "but it worked; there hasn't been a curse, at least not a special-grade one, since you died." His eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “Did I succeed?”

You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously and shake your head.

“I'm dying for nothing, then?”

You look away and mumble, “My Getou is okay with it; he knew he might fail—he knew Gojo was the only one who could probably change anything—but he still wanted to try.”

“Okay, well, this—” he gestures to himself, “Getou isn't okay with it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, well, you’re also still alive, so it doesn't really affect you that much, now does it?”

“Still! You just told me one version of myself is dead—or dying—and I'm supposed to be chill with that?”

You stare at him blankly. “Your version of me is dead.”

Getou grows quiet, and you can almost physically see how his demeanor wilts away.

“Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he says, shaking his head. “You said you were in two other universes before this one, right?”

You nod. 

“What were they like?”

You smile as you think back on the previous universes: “We were both alive and happy, and we were together in them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... and curses didn't exist either.”

“Huh,” he says ambivalently, like he's not sure whether to be happy for his other selves or be bitter that that isn't him. “Tell me more?”

“In the first one, we were actually on a date in some forest that I apparently loved.”

He stares at you wide-eyed, completely engrossed in your retellings.

“In the second one, we were married.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Really?”

You nod. “We even adopted two daughters.”

“What were they like?” he wonders, enamored by some alternate universe of you two.

“I'm not sure; I didn't get to meet them,” you confess meekly. “But I know their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they loved doing your hair and makeup. You adored them, and I'm sure I adored them too.”

He nods wistfully. “In your universe, were... were we together?”

“For a bit.” You look away sadly. “We broke up when you, uh, went off and wanted to-“

“Change jujutsu society,” he chimes in.

“Yeah... How'd you-“

“Same thing here, just roles reversed, remember?” He laughs sadly.

You nod. “Did you still love me? even after I'd gone off and did what I did?”

“I did. I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Did you?”

“I still do.”

The two of you sit looking away from each other in glum silence. It's hard to stay upbeat about your happy alternate selves when your actual selves are currently dying or dead.

“Kinda feels like we got the short end of the stick, don't you think?” Getou mumbles softly.

“Huh?”

“Well, I mean, there are no curses in those universes, and we’re both alive and happy, but in ours we’re dead?” he elaborates.  

You nod reluctantly. “Well yeah, but I don't know; I guess it's kinda nice to know that it worked out in at least one universe.”

“Don't you wish it worked out in ours?”

“Of course I do, Getou; what kind of question is that?" you scoff. "You think I want to go back to my universe just to watch you die?”

“Well,” Getou pauses, turning to face you, “what if you don't go back?”

Your gaze zeroes in on his. “What?”

“What if you stay?…”

You abruptly stand up and chuckle uncomfortably. “Getou-“ your sentence is cut short by an echo of your name that only you seem to hear because you're the only one gazing in the general direction it seemed like it came from.

Getou joins you on your feet and follows your stare, but when he realizes you aren't staring at anything, he returns his sight to you.

“Think about it.”

His voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look back at him with a small frown.

“I'm practically dead in your universe, and you're dead in mine, but we’re together right now!" he says, taking your hand in his. "Maybe the universe put you into mine for a reason— so we don't have to go back to one where we’re not together…”

You struggle to swallow; your mouth suddenly goes dry as Getou stares at you in full, unadulterated hope, and you can't bring yourself to say anything to crush that.

“Y/N, wouldn't that be nice?”

You nod and murmur, “It would.”

“Then?” he asks expectantly.

Someone calling out your name echoes in your head again, and you quickly look down the street to now see a small, bright light in the distance, and you know your time here is soon coming to an end.

“I... I can't stay, Getou.”

His voice cracks as he panickedly asks, “Why?”

"Because,” you explain with a shake of your head, “I'm not your Y/N, and you're not my Getou.”

“I could be,” he says confidently, or he would have if it weren't for the way his voice trembled.

Your vision goes blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head.

“We could try!”

You sniffle and reiterate, “I can't stay.”

“Please,” he begs through his sobs. “Please, we can make it work.”

You look away from him, trying to fight back your tears, but it's futile; you’re a complete mess, just like he is now. “No.”

His hands shake as he grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Y/N, please, I'm begging you.”

“I cant.”

“Don't leave me again.”

The same voice calling out your name echoes in your head again, this time louder, and the bright light is getting bigger and closer.

“I don't want to go back to a universe where you’re just gonna leave me either, but,” you sob, weakly clinging onto the wrists of his hands that are still on your face.

“So stay.”

You shake your head and take his hands off your face. “I won't.”

Getou’s head goes limp and drops as sobs shake his entire body, and you can't help but think that's exactly how you'll look when you return to your universe and have to deal with the death of your Getou.

“Please,” he pleads.

You're both in tears as you lift his head up by his chin to look at you. The voice calling your name echoes even louder, and the bright light is getting closer by the second.

“You’re not my Getou, and I'm not your Y/N.”

He nods reluctantly. “I know, but...“

The bright light is only a few feet away at this point, and the voice echoing in your head is so loud that it's giving you a migraine—you know this is your last few minutes, if that, in this universe, so you lean in and take Getou’s lips into yours—a goodbye kiss for a Getou who you'll never see again, a goodbye kiss for a Getou who desperately needs one when he never got one from his y/n. You pull away and cradle his cheek gently.

“I have to go say goodbye to my Getou now; I think he’s waiting for me.”

He nods. “If he’s anything like me, he’ll want a goodbye kiss too.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I know.”

Getou doesn't get the chance to respond when you're suddenly gone—completely vanished right before his eyes.

You, on the other hand, are back again, feeling unstable as you float through time and space, and again, the uncertainity of the feeling forces your eyes open, but this time you're met with only one thing—the image of you on your Getou’s chest. With every passing second, it grows closer, as does his voice calling out for you, and before you know it, you're back in your body, looking up at him with a gasp.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly.

You're still in tears from the previous universe as you now pull him into your embrace.

He winces, and you quickly let go of him. “Sorry.”

He smiles at you with blood in his mouth and teeth. “It's okay.”

You have to force yourself to look away to try and choke back a sob, but Getou notices immediately and slowly lifts up his remaining hand to cradle your cheek.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

You nod. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay.”

“I know,” you croak out.

“Kiss me?” He asks out of breath, knowing he doesn't have much longer.

You don't hesitate to lean in and kiss him, ignoring how it tastes like blood and tears as well as how cold his lips feel. You ignore it because he's kissing you back. He’s kissing you with all the power his frail body can muster, and it makes up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds that your lips haven’t touched. But just as quickly as he kisses you, he stops, but it's gradual; he gradually stops kissing, moving, and breathing. It doesn't take long for it to get to that point, and even when he's not kissing back, you still kiss him with some fairy-tale hope that it will bring him back, that your kiss will somehow save him, like he's Snow White and you're Prince Charming. But it doesn't.

It doesnt.

You pull away to look at Getou, whose eyes are glazed over but not closed. You sob as you reach up to close his eyes, only to let your head fall against his chest. He’s so cold. Too cold. That's why you have to stay there on top of him to keep him warm. You'll stay there all night if you have to. But you don't even get the chance to stay there for longer than a few minutes when someone suddenly pulls you off of him, and you look over your shoulder to see Gojo, who's crying as well.

“He’s gone, Y/N.”

"I know," you sniffle, “I know.”

Gojo helps you up to your feet, his hand on your waist to keep you steady as he leads you away from Getou’s body. The further you get from it, the harder you cry.

But it's okay. It’ll be okay because, even though you lost Getou in this universe, you’ll eventually be able to come to peace with it knowing that in a hundred, a thousand, and even a million other universes, you and Getou are living happily ever after.

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[rewh0re]

MORE THAN JUST A DREAM ; GETO SUGURU

—wc: 3.2k, fluff, no curses au, college au, alcohol consumption, new year's kiss, ocs (reader's friends are ocs), implied oc x gojo, use of the pronoun 'she' once (except that it's gn! reader), gojo is RICH

a/n: I had to repost don't even ask it wouldn't show up in tags😐 anyways happy new year baby boos take this geto fic as a gift. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

divider cred: @/benkeibear

Gojo Satoru's annual New Year's Eve parties were a lavish affair. Set in the luxurious penthouse that he owned which he would only use for parties he hosted. There was a myriad of alcohol—all from the finest and most renowned brands—to choose from. There was music, there was dancing, there was a fucking champagne fountain for Christ's sake.

For a party hosted by some college student, it sure was a grand event. From freshmen to seniors, everyone attended it, dressed in their finest cocktail attires and fancy shoes.

For a party with so many attractions to catch the eye, Gojo Satoru and his best friend Geto Suguru took the cake. The pair could never be separated, may it be in the various parties and events they attended or when they were strolling the college campus. While Gojo was the louder, more exuberant and outgoing out of the two, Geto's genuine smile—whenever he was around his best friend—was hard to miss.

It was Geto's smile that always made your heart flutter.

You remember the first time you had noticed Geto Suguru. A simple, ravishingly attractive man, who sat two seats in front of you. He probably was not the teacher's favourite with the way he often got into little discussions and debates with the professors regarding the day's topics if he disagreed with certain aspects of it. Always polite and respectful but with a conniving smile on his lips nonetheless if he proved his point of view to be correct. His voice was always calm in class and he never stepped back from expressing his opinions. You thought it was a phenomenal quality to have.

You would see him often during breaks, his usual spot being a few tables away from yours. His rambunctious best friend was always at his side along with a girl who would always have a cigarette between her lips. Shoko Ieiri—you later learnt—was her name. Your friends and you would often not care, but sometimes, Gojo's mirthful laughter echoed throughout the area and you were bound to see Geto shake his head with a little snicker of his own at his friend's nuances. That's how you came to know of Geto. A well sought after, smart, insanely attractive and—from what you've heard— a polite and kind individual. You had admired Geto from a distance for a whole of three years now. The conversations you had with him could be counted on one hand but he had always been sweet to you. You wondered if he even remembered you. You did have flings here and there but you had always had that little spot of affection in your heart for the man who was Geto Suguru.

In the three years that you have been in this college of yours, you have never attended Gojo Satoru's new year's eve parties. You had heard stories and every year you had promised yourself to attend it. However, every year your mother called you back home to celebrate the holidays with your family and you could never deny it. Your friends initially complained but they understood your position and promised to tell you all the things that happened. One year you heard the crazy new year's kiss one of your friends had with a boy she met there and how magical it all seemed. The other year they told you how Gojo and Geto both got shit faced drunk and danced to every song until they physically dropped on the floor, unable to move and Shoko had to come take them away with a sigh. You learnt how Gojo normally avoided alcohol, feasting on the many desserts instead and how Geto and Shoko were often seen smoking a cigarette on the balcony together. You too wanted to attend this annual event, that was like a myth to you.

This year allowed that. With your father planning an impromptu vacation for only your mother and himself, you had the perfect opportunity to finally attend the party you had wanted to go to since your freshman year.

It was 31st December and you were beyond excited. Your friends had been elated to know that you would finally visit Gojo's party with them and they took it upon themselves to get you dolled up and ready for it, paying no heed to your complaints of "I can do it myself."

That's how you found yourself in Gojo's penthouse. The place was bustling with noises—music, talking, whistles (which you assumed were directed to the people who were dancing). The place was huge, something way out of your imagination. There were lights and decorations that increased the beauty of the place ten folds. And there was that goddamned champagne fountain that everyone talked about. “Gojo Satoru is rich,” was the very first thought that crossed your mind after a moment of awe and speechlessness.

"He's crazy rich," your friend, Aoi, laughed.

Oh, so your thoughts might have slipped out from your mouth.

"I'm sure Geto is too. Didn't you see his motorcycle in the parking area? That has to belong to some super loaded dude," your other friend, Saeko commented.

"Didn't you have a thing for Geto, y/n?" Saeko wiggled her eyebrows at you as she crossed her arms, a smirk evident on her lips.

"Eh, kinda. I mean, he's okay to look at I guess," you shrugged, making your way to the bar. The college parties you went to never had a bar. The alcohol had to be derived from the kitchen and most of the time, it was some sort of jungle juice.

"Oh shut up, you like him," Aoi smacked your back as she settled herself beside you on the bar stool.

"I never denied that," you winked at her as you downed the tequila, the bartender served the three of you.

"Having fun so far?" An unknown voice made the three of you turn your heads. Gojo Satoru. Standing tall in front of you, a lazy grin on his face and for heaven knows what reason his stupid sunglasses covering his eyes even at 11 in the night.

"Gojo Satoru," Saeko crossed her legs, leaning back on the bar counter as she smiled at him.

"In the flesh ma'am," he winked at her. A charming wink that girls would often faint over.

"That didn't answer my question though. Having fun?" He asked again.

"What would you offer as compensation if we said we weren't," he laughed at Saeko's little bantering comment. He knew she didn't mean it. Everyone had the time of their lives at Gojo Satoru's party.

"Oh Saeko, you have been coming here for the past two years. No need to lie to me, sweetheart. However—if I have, by chance—failed you this year, do dance with me. That'll be compensation enough," he winked at her.

"And they say chivalry is dead," your friend shook her head.

"I noticed you brought a friend this year?" His eyes raked over to you as he offered you a welcoming smile.

You returned it with a wave of your own.

"That's y/n. She didn't wanna miss out on this year's party," Aoi introduced you as she sipped on her strawberry daiquiri.

"Great to meet you y/n. I hope my little party meets your expectations," before you could counter his comment of the party being "little" a velvet smooth voice laced with mild jest interrupted your conversation.

"Don't annoy the guests Satoru," and there he was beside his best friend, Geto Suguru. His long black hair tied in a semi bun, an earring dangling from his right ear and a cheshire grin on his lips. Geto Suguru was a beautiful man to look at.

"I could never do that Suguru," Gojo turned to look at his best friend as his grin widened.

"Saeko brought a friend with her. I was just acquainting myself. Meet y/n."

Geto's eyes slid over to your figure, his smile softening. You could feel yourself warming up under his soft and welcoming gaze.

"You are in my psychology class," he said as he offered you his hand for a shake.

"I am," you shook his hand, the feeling of his fingers against yours, erupting little butterflies in your stomach. The coolness of his many rings against your warm hand sent shivers down your spine.

"I think I need that dance Gojo," Saeko said over the blasting music and the male was quick to respond. Giving her his hand, Gojo led your friend away towards the dance floor. She turned around to wink at you and Aoi before the pair disappeared.

You could only laugh at her antics. Saeko was a known flirt and you had heard how every year she would have a little fun with Gojo. This was the first time you had seen it and you could not help but laugh. Good god that girl knew what she was doing.

"Every damn year this happens," Geto chuckled as he leaned on the counter behind you. "I don't know if I want those two to be together or not with how much they flirt on this one day every year."

Aoi excused herself with a smirk, leaving you alone with Geto. Based on how the night went, you would either thank her or strangle her, but that was a problem for later.

"Why have I never seen you here y/n?" Geto looked over at you, tilting his head in question. His smile never left his face.

"Got caught up with my family every year. Decided to be here for a change," you ordered a glass of sangria, diverting from the tequila you were having earlier.

"I hope you can hold your liquor,"

"Aren't you a gentleman Geto," you smiled up at him.

"Oh yeah I definitely am," he nodded his head, mocking your smile. "Call me Suguru."

"Okay Suguru," you pat his shoulder.

"Care for a dance?" He looked at the dancing bodies and then at you, motioning his head towards the dance floor.

"Uhh, I've got two left feet. I'm afraid I'll scare people away with my dancing," you cringed.

His jubilant laughter filled your ears as his head rolled back, eyes crinkling. Your eyes widened slightly at the beauty of the sight in front of you. You did not quite understand if the slight intoxicating feeling that you felt was due to the alcohol you consumed or the laugh that he offered. 

"Don't worry about that. Half of us got two left feet, me included. Come on," before you could protest, Geto was already pulling you towards the dance floor.

The next few seconds were a whirlwind. One second you were sipping your sangria and the next you were in the middle of the dance floor, a hoard of sweaty bodies surrounding you and Geto's hands held your waist tightly. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck as he smiled reassuringly at you. Your initial nervousness faded as Geto started swaying to the beat. Before you could process anything, you were there with him, living in the moment. You both danced to the music as his arms wrapped around you, twirling you around and swaying you. Somewhere between your dancing, you spotted Gojo and Saeko. She twirled in his arms, laughing as she landed on his chest.

"Cute aren't they?" Geto screamed in your ear over the blasting music.

"She never told me about this," you shook your head at him.

"Oh this is their annual ritual. They'll flirt for one night and pretend that the other does not exist for the rest of the year," he twirled you again. "I've told Satoru to just date her and he always says 'nah she is not into me.' I swear to god he's so stupid at times,"

"I think they'd make a hot couple, don't you?" You smiled at your dance partner.

"Oh absolutely."

Geto could feel a sense of warmth in his chest as he saw you letting yourself free, enjoying and dancing to your heart's extent. The pounding in his chest increased and he blamed it on his dancing.

He had always known you as the quiet student in his psychology class who sometimes answered the professor's questions. The few times you had talked was in class whenever you had to add points to open discussions. He had always found you to be pretty. He didn't know you personally till now, but he had seen you with Saeko, sitting a few tables away from theirs. He was glad he finally got to talk to the person he had been gaining the courage to talk to properly for a while now.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked you as he pulled you close.

"Where are you gonna take me?" You poked his nose.

Geto laced his fingers with yours and pulled you out of the crowded area as he took you upstairs. He led you to a balcony that looked down at the city below. You had never really been this high up somewhere so you were awestruck by the view. The cars zoomed past below and the city donned a look you had never seen before. Lights decorated the buildings, light dusts of snow covered the streets as they fell from the sky above.

"Like what you see huh?" Geto snickered.

"This is wonderful—what—I have been missing several things," you leaned over the balcony to get a better look.

"Easy now, don't want you falling over. Also, yeah. This is like my escape, you know. When I get a bit exhausted by the party I come here, especially for the new year's countdown. I like seeing the fireworks," you had completely forgotten that it was new year's in a few minutes now.

"Shit how long since it's the new year?" You gasped at him.

Geto took out his phone from his pocket, squinting his eyes at the screen before putting it away.

"Uh four more minutes," he leaned on the balcony railing as he looked at you.

You could hear the test firecrackers going off in the distance. One then two and they stopped for a moment.

"You look absolutely gorgeous by the way," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You don't look too bad yourself. I especially like what you've done with your hair," you gestured at your own to make him understand.

"You like my hair?"

"Oh absolutely. It's stunning. Do tell me your hair care routine."

"Maybe I can text it to you?" He dipped his head down towards you.

"Are you asking for my number Geto Suguru?" You gasped in mock surprise. "Scandalous."

He was opening his mouth to probably say something witty when you both heard it. The countdown to the new year. Loud voices from the floor below started counting. The last ten seconds of this year.

10...

You both looked at the door and then at each other as you shared a small laugh.

9...

He came ever so close to you.

8...

His gaze was set on your eyes as you fiddled with the locket that rested on your chest. The intensity of his gaze made your insides jump.

7...

His hand travelled down to your waist, holding it with a light grip.

6...

Your eyes travelled down from his dark obsidian eyes to his lips as he licked them with a swipe of his tongue. What you would give to just feel them on yours.

5...

"You know I always did think you were a beautiful person. From the moment I first saw you in psychology," he whispered, his breath hot on your face.

4...

"Yea I kinda thought you were okay looking too,"

3...

He laughed at your comment as he pulled you closer by your waist, “just okay?”

2...

You could feel his lips hovering over yours, his eyes fluttering shut just like yours.

“Just okay…” you whispered.

1...

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The echoes of the plethora of drunk college kids had become background noises the moment you crashed your lips on his.

You could hear the confetti pop and the firecrackers burst lighting the dark midnight sky with a million colours but all that mattered in the moment were his lips that moved in perfect sync with yours. Your hands gripped his hair as his own grip on your waist became tighter. He trapped you against the balcony railing and one of his hands came up to cup your face as he slightly tilted his head in a way to deepen the kiss. You could feel his lips perfectly fit with yours, a taste of mint on his tongue. His cologne invaded your senses, jumbling up your mind further. He smelled of nashi pear, cardamom and vetiver with a hint of woody musk. You felt yourself falling apart due to his entrancing aroma. Kissing Geto Suguru made your stomach do several somersaults and your heart was so erratic in its beating, it could jump out of your ribcage. This felt like a dream. Hell, was this even real?

You pulled away for breath as your eyes scanned his face. There was adoration in his own two dark eyes and something akin to lust.

"Happy new year Suguru," you raked your finger through his hair as his head dropped down on your shoulder.

"Happy new year y/n," he planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pecking your neck.

A loud squeal in the very next second, broke the two of you apart.

"OH MY GOD SUGURU, YOU'RE GETTING BITCHES?" Gojo Satoru was smiling mischievously with Saeko by his side.

"Shut up Satoru," Suguru groaned at his best friend rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"I hate you so much, your timing is the worst," he flipped him off before pulling you to his side.

"In my defence I didn't know you would bring someone here this year. Every year you are alone—"

"SHUT UP SATORU," Geto yelled in embarrassment as a tint of red covered his cheeks.

"You don't bring girls here often?" You asked amused.

"Oh he never does. This is the first time!" Gojo stated proudly.

"You're annoying them Satoru," Saeko smacked Gojo's head as the latter whined about everyone being mean to him.

"Ok what is going on? I searched the whole penthouse and you all are here?" A panting Aoi burst through the door.

"Y/n got the guy," Saeko said casually and it was your turn to turn a shade of red.

"SAEKO!?"

"Y/n got the guy? You mean Geto?" She looked over at the two of you as Geto waved at her with a smile.

"Ok this is huge?! Y/n oh my god finally," she squealed in her hands.

"Ok the lot of you can leave you know? Just give us some time alone, geez," you ushered your friends away including Gojo who would not leave without giving Suguru a rough smack on his back.

"Did you like me? You know, before this?" He took your hand in his as he rubbed circles on the back of each of them.

"Kind of," you sighed. "I mean I guess I did have a small crush on you?"

"Okay so now we definitely need that number," he tilted your chin up as he pecked you lightly before bumping his forehead with your.

You could say you had a pretty eventful start to the new year.

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[enkvyu]

2:24am — getou suguru ;

a cold, bitter chill sweeps the courtyard of jujutsu high, snow like dust clinging to tree branches and settling atop slopped roofs.

you shiver, the cold enough to penetrate even the thickest of your sweaters and your cigarette does little to numb your body. even the flame at the end whimpers and dies against the wind.

with a sigh, you scrap the end of your cigarette against the wall, dragging a long charcoal line. getou perks up when you take out another cigarette and chuckles when you fumble around.

you glare over at him, but ask him anyway. "do you have a lighter i can borrow?"

he raises his eyebrow at you, drinking in a deep exhale of his own cigarette. "you forgot to bring one?"

"i think i left it with shoko and who knows where she is right now."

"this is your third cigarette in a while now, you good there?"

"is this a smoke session or a therapy appointment?" you reply with a lazy smirk, just enough to show that there were no hard feelings. "if i wanted to talk about my feelings, i would be drinking until i see the bottom of a bottle, not standing outside in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, with you."

getou raises his arms as if to relent, his cigarette tilting off his bottom lip. "just thought i'd check in. you needed a lighter, right?"

you point to your cigarette, also resting in your mouth. "does it look lit to you?"

your classmate takes a step forward, hand digging around in his pant pocket when an idea struck him. he makes a show of shoving his hand in his other pocket, and then peeking into his shirt, flicking his bangs to the side to get a good look, before coming back emptyhanded. "oh man, looks like i left my lighter behind as well."

"yeah? where'd you leave it?"

"with gojo."

you send him an unimpressed look. "the non-smoker of our group?"

"he wanted to see if it would light underwater. called it his hypothesis. if it's him, he'd probably make it somehow."

though it was very difficult to believe getou's terrible excuse, you don't disagree.

you scan him up and down, from his warm smile that would fool everyone but you, to his pants that dragged down on one side, something heavy causing the shift in fabric. "is that a lighter in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

"i'm always happy to see you. hey, come here."

your body stutters at that. "what?"

getou ignores your deer-in-headlights look and steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you in one step. leaning down, he secures his cigarette with two fingers, using his other hand to balance himself on the wall beside you, and presses it against your own. you didn't see this happening, you could only infer as your eyes dances around his face instead, captivated at the proximity and the smoothness of his skin, the way his hair fluttered gently in the winter air, the slight redness of his nose and the furrow between his brow as he held his cigarette.

he peers down to ensure the two sticks meet, eyelashes casting shadows against his cheek.

when your cigarette catches on, and you don't see this from happening either, getou's eyes flicker to look at yours. your eyes meet with a spark that doesn't come from your cigarettes, and holds until you feel the smoke irritate the back of your throat.

taking a step back, you lightly clear your throat. when you take a deep breath of your cigarette, you realise you really needed it. "what the heck, getou, that was too smooth. you could make a girl swoon with that."

"well, did it work on you?"

you meet his eyes with a start. "did you want it to?"

you let the silence draw out, looking into his eyes as if they'd give you an answer, especially when he doesn't. suddenly, getou breaks the eye contact, a slight red dusting his cheeks. he chuckles humourlessly. you watch as getou inhales and exhales, leaning against the wall and looking straight ahead.

"way to turn it back on me." he says.

"it's your fault for not being prepared."

"how can i ever be prepared when you find the weirdest things to say?"

"it's been three years now, you'd think you found a way around that already."

you huff out a condensed breath of smoke and when the wind doesn't start to blow it away, you do it yourself, fanning it with an irritated wave. when your hand comes back down to rest on the wall, your pinky hits getou's hand.

you don't pull away, but you look over at him. his faux indifference isn't lost on you, his gaze pulled to the side opposite you as if there was anything interesting about the trees and rocks. even though his head is turned away, the red on the tips of his ears and the smile he tries to hide with his cigarette is unmistakeable.

you blink slowly, the tingle from the connection making your heartbeat faster even when the chemicals in your cigarette work to slow it down. finally, you intertwine your pinky with his. you hear him exhale deeply, and then shuffle to face the front once more. what he didn't expect was you, staring right at him to catch his eye.

getou's face burns. "what is it?" he asks, clearing his throat.

"nothing."

"if it was nothing, you wouldn't be looking at me like that."

"i was just thinking. it took you a while to finally make a move, is all."

getou splutters and it's so out of character that it makes you laugh. he groans, covering his face with his other hand, cigarette wedged in between two fingers.

“since when?” he asks behind his hand.

you hum in thought. “maybe last year. what about you?”

“first year. when we first met.”

“love at first sight? you are so cheesy.”

he huffs, the corner of his smile visible despite his efforts. “right? almost wished i didn’t fall in love right then and there.”

“fall in love?” you repeat and he looks at you alarmed. “i was just talking about a little crush, what’s this about love?”

“you—”

your grin steals the words from his mouth and he sighs into his palm. he lets it drop, defeated, cigarette end crunching against the wall. “fine, you win. i should have done something sooner, whatever. you’re terrible.”

you're urged to tease him more when he interlaces with your hand, the grip warm against the snow, firm and steady like it was always meant to be there. this time, when you look up at him, getou’s already gazing right back at you. he doesn’t break his hold this time and it’s your turn to blush at his assertiveness. only then does he seem to falter, feeling conscious.

"now we're just two blushing idiots in the snow."

getou smiles at that. "talk about cheesy." his gaze falls to his cigarette, the end only smoking every now and again. it's dead, he realises, so he puts it out under his foot. "want to head back inside? it's getting cold."

"really?" you say, lifting your interconnected hand. "it's pretty warm for me."

getou gives you a lop-sided grin. "cheesy." he tugs you towards him, towards the door of the school and you have to groan at the prospect of returning to class after all the trouble you went through to get away. you let yourself be dragged off though, hand holding getou's, ready to face the rapid-fire questions you know you'll get asked when you make it back.

still, the heat of your hands makes it way up to your face and you have to tuck your chin into the collar of your shirt to hide the evidence.

the winter air whistles in your ear, its cold a faraway problem.

the urge to make the reader die in getou's arms or irruptively after any super fluffy moment is Intense. like toji just appears with a gun and bang (sorry getou i would pray for your happiness but i'm an atheist)

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[sughuru]

you have freckles?

- geto suguru x reader

You hadn't expected for your boyfriend to arrive home so early today. Suguru hadn't expected for you to have freckles today...or ever. Nonetheless, both were surprises for one another.

genres/warnings: no curse au, fluff, just pure fluff, reader has freckles

notes: helloooo! i'm back again! i hope you enjoy this fic, uhh this was inspired by a prompt on tiktok so credits to whoever it was! (if i find them, i'll be sure to edit this part) as always english isn't my first language so sorry for mistakes! :) enjoy!!

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The sound of your front door clicking was heard from the bathroom.

“Honey?” Suguru’s calming voice called for you. As you wrap your hair around a towel, you step out of the bathroom with your half done skincare. You were about to greet him but he stood there frozen, as if he was shocked about something.

“What?” You tilted your head in confusion as you stood there, waiting for his initial shock to wear off. 

“Nothing it's just…” he took a step closer to you, reaching out for your face. “Since when did you have freckles?” he asks. Immediately, your face turns bright red. Since you were doing your skincare so slowly, you hadn’t expected him to be home so early.

The soft click of the front door echoed through the apartment, catching your attention in the midst of your bathroom routine. "Honey?" Suguru's soothing voice called out. You hastily wrap your hair in a towel and step out with your skincare routine only halfway complete. As you were about to greet him, you found Suguru standing frozen, an expression of surprise etched across his face.

Confused, you tilted your head, waiting for him to snap out of his initial shock. "What's wrong?"

He took a step closer, his hand gently reaching for your face. "Nothing, it's just..." Suguru paused, his gaze lingering on your features. "Since when did you have freckles?" he questioned. 

Your cheeks turned a rosy pink shade as you tried to hide your face, a playful smile tugging at the corners of Suguru's lips. You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, "Well, they're not exactly new. I just usually cover them up with makeup."

Suguru gently lifted your chin, his eyes tracing the delicate pattern of freckles across your skin. "You should let them show more often," he suggested with a soft smile. "They're beautiful, just like everything else about you."

His words melted away the embarrassment, and a warm, affectionate feeling replaced it. You couldn't help but smile back at him. "Well, consider it a preview of the 'natural' look," you teased, playfully brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Suguru chuckled, leaning in for a tender kiss. "I like this version of you," he whispered, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Freckles and all."

Caught between bashfulness and amusement, you chuckled nervously. "I didn't think you'd be home so early," you admitted, lowering your hands but maintaining a shy gaze.

“Well, lucky for me, I guess," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unexpected perks of coming home early." Suguru's smile grew, and he cupped your face in his hands, his touch both affectionate and reassuring.

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[missuga]

needs — suguru getou | jujutsu kaisen

⊹︎ established relationship, fluff, timeskip

this felt strange to him.

the gentle care of your hands as they ran through his hair was foreign.

yet, there was a slight comfort slowly creeping in, he couldn't fight it. especially when his mind couldn't be pulled from the feeling of your hands playing with his hair.

he shifted, leaning further back into you than before as he sat between your legs on the bed. that brought a smile to your face.

with the slightly new angle, looking at him nearly took your breath away.

getou was so pretty. something about the way his eyes were closed so softly as he finally relaxed into your touch warmed your chest.

dim light from the setting sun shining through the window cast over his face, and you felt lucky that the only light within the room danced on his features.

if he had even a sliver of his normal awareness of you, he probably would've pulled away to pick apart why you were staring at him.

you couldn't help it though. because, for the first time in a long time, you noticed the corners of his lips turning up into a slight smile. and this time you knew it wasn't forced.

"what're thinking?" you spoke barely above a whisper, as if you were scared you’d disturb the subtle peace forming.

“i’m not sure.”

his voice was soft. words slightly hesitant as he spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen over the both of you even more now.

you nodded at his response despite him being unable to see it.

“that’s okay.” you whispered, resting your chin on his shoulder hugging him tightly to your chest. “we don’t have to think right now.”

getou appreciated that, more than you’d know, and if it the light filtering through the windows would’ve been a little brighter, you maybe would’ve seen his lips tremble ever so slightly.

since he’d come home earlier, your attention hadn’t strayed from him. it would be hard for him to admit, but it stirred the butterflies in his stomach that he thought had disappeared.

“we’ll just stay like this..” you whispered even softer, moving your back from the headboard to lay fully in the bed, you let his head rest against your chest. “for as long as you need.”

the warmth of his body as he lay against you fought against the chill of the evening air. the stress from what today brought to getou slowly slipped from his body, and he let out a shaky breath.

“okay.. thank you.” he turned to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but hug him tighter to you.

it would’ve been hard for getou to admit, but he needed this. the both of you had been so busy lately, the only time spent together was while sleeping. he’d missed you so much.

despite wanting to savor the way you held him, with every moment that passed, his breathing grew deeper, and you noticed it’d been a while since he’d shut his eyes.

it was slightly hard to keep yourself awake as well. the warmth and comfort from him was all but lulling you to sleep.

as your short lived battle against sleep came to an end, you realized that for once the twisting of stress that seemed to always dig into your chest was gone. replaced by the pleasant heaviness of the man sleeping on you.

you didn’t know how much you needed this too.

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[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ Using Geto Suguru as your personal Chair<3

— a/n: Based on the request here by @illogicallyx (I know it’s not properly what you asked for jaan, but bear with me😭)

— tw: Non-sexual PDA; geto cross dresses (non-sexual) as Rapunzel 💀; mentions of jealousy; swearing (once)

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A Gentleman. Suguru could be described to be nothing less, the word itself dropping an understatement — to the way he showed his love to you. It wasn’t extravagant in honesty, nor obnoxious—it was for you, purely and entirely. A post on Instagram every two months perhaps, and a hand on your waist as you walked through the crowded streets—that was all but a reminder to people that you were his. But within the carcass of just the two of you? He reminded you that he was yours—in all forms of him existence.

“And you know what she said next?” He hummed, thumbs drawing slow circles on the small of your back as he stared at your face, listening intently to every piece of information you dropped—“Wait,” he called out—“Isn’t this the girl who was constantly liking your stories?” He inquired, face dropping in pretend horror as you nodded with a smile.

“What a bitch,” he muttered—never once his fingers stopping as you continued drawing mindless doodles on your back.

You could only chuckle in response, “Exactly,” you drew out, “Shoko trained you well I see,” you laughed—a smile adoring his lips too as shook his head.

“Shoko didn’t do shit alright?” A deep rumble you felt, pressed against his chest—“It’s all coming for you, from here,” index pointed onto his chest, where his heart should be, he grinned.

A scrunch of your face and a whine from him—“Cheesy much?”

“Never again am i being cute with you,” you laughed because it was the third time that week that he said it (and it was only Thursday).

A small pout rested on your lips, an amused smile on his—“C’mere,” he mumbled, rough hands ever so soft as they pulled you into his embrace—“Wanna talk?” He inquired, hands patting your head to comfort.

A shake of your head and a nod in acceptance, he continued doing what he did best—holding you so long so you felt fine, felt ok.

You see, his heart ached, everytime he saw you such— even if it was over something small, you’d called it stupid once and he’d spent an entire afternoon teaching you that nothing you did, anything that made you feel wrong—it could never be stupid, not to him.

And so, it was but obvious that he pulled you closer still, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling your legs up to be wrapped around him—he treated you good, he treated you well—hell, he worshipped you in ways.

Silent was the way he carried you—beats synchronous to how close you lay—face smushed against his face and that was how he preferred it—perfection, he deemed it. And perhaps it was too, you could be as you pleased with him—no fake smiles or laughs and he let you be as well.

Basking slowly in your presence, in your grief and your radiance—Suguru was simply obsessed in ways that you loved best.

He could be rowdy at times- plenty of times.

Suguru was a decent man, men had needs, you acknowledged that. You weren’t the jealous type ped se either, but in the way his eyes remained stuck onto that certain girl in the club? You would’ve excused it too, had he not been one to be at your head, teasing you the moment you stared a moment too long at any other person besides him.

“Was it the hair or the boobs?” You grinned, settling on to the seat beside him on the couch—guilty eyes instantly trailing onto you.

“I’m not mad Su’” you giggled, he didn’t—“No I shouldn’t have,” he confessed, adorable with the little pout, as if upset that you found out.

“It’s fine,” tipsy you were, slightly, him too.

“No baby,” he concurred, brows furrowed in captivity as he turned his body to face yours—“it’s not- I- shouldn’t have- you know,” you watched him struggle and giggled all the more.

“You’re cute, you know that?” And in moments such, he wasn’t the one pulling you in—no, you simply moved over, straddling his lap—his face held in your hands softly, “I love you yeah?”

He hummed, “love you too—a lot,” he whispered, large hands wrapping around you, body leaning forward until it was his head resting on your chest—an inhale of your scent, of the perfume he bought you everytime, and it was all ok for him—so long as you were around.

“Hold still,”

“You’re literally about to pull my hair off—”

“—shut up or I will,” a roll of his eyes, a huff of yours.

A contemporary silence too—regret? His, amusement, yours.

“Just trust me, you’ll look so pretty,” you giggled, your fingers worked craftily, fast—“I’m not exactly planning on looking pretty—wait, don’t tell me you—on lords,” he groaned in the end, the strings of the brain finally pulling enough to make sense—your giggles only increased, exponentially.

“Ok listen alright, you’ll be the sweetest and hottest Rapunzel—ah! Hey!” You squeaked in the moment, eyes widening and brows furrowing as he pinched the supple flesh of your waist.

He grinned, “If I’m suffering, I’ll make sure you suffer too,” his hands lifted you slightly—you could only wonder ay how easy he made it seem, lifting you and readjusting you on his lap while you continued working.

You nodded in satisfaction, finishing up the last bits of his braided and styled-perfectly hair—he grinned, “You’ll be going as that lizard of mine?”

“Lizard?” You exclaimed—another laugh he pulled out of you as he grinned, “It’s a damn chameleon Su’” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your piece of work with pride.

“Same difference,” he shrugged, rocking you slightly on his lap—bouncing you—“also,” you paused, eyes squinting up at him, “don’t mess the tales up—I don’t want you messing your lines-”

“-lines my ass,” he snorted, “wasn’t Rapunzel blonde?” His fingers were quick in the way they worked simultaneously, sighting off his name every few inches on your skin, pulling at the hem off your shorts—he was annoying when he wanted to be.

“You want me to dye your hair?” A smirk—his silence and then your grin.

Ps: Suguru did in fact look like the prettiest princess in the party—with Satoru as the horse and Shoko as Eugene (they did make you the chameleon after all)

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[white-poppie]

VROOM'ING INTO YOU HEART ⎯⎯ ♡ biker!Getou x reader

Synopsis: a surprise, late night, romantic date with your Biker bf Getou at a silent beach with just two of you, the sea and the moon Genre: FLUFF!! Warnings: fluff so cute you will want to take a bath with your toaster, also sugu being all breathy n' shit.. (twirls hair) wc: 0.9k+

Getou’s standing outside your house, leaning on his voguish bike. The steel of the bike glints like dark tides under the moonlight; a fitting imagery for the way his bike glides on the road like the lapping ocean torrents.

He's clad in a turtleneck, hugging his pectorals like a vice, dark leather pants topped by his signature biker-gear, leather jacket.

And of course, his air tied in his hslf up, half down, signature Suguru man bun.

His gaze is stuck to the screen of his phone, eyebrows furrowed in a soft arch. Behind him are two helmets, perched prettily on the bike. A larger black one for him and a white one for you.

As soon as Suguru hears the door close open, he puts his phone inside his pocket, greeting you with a soft lift of his lips into a smile.

"Took you long enough," he jests, walking a step closer such that he just has to peer down a bit to graze his nose against yours. The smell of his label perfume permeating through the air

You smile and point at your pretty outfit, styled hair and makeup. He chuckled, gloved hand coming to your face to gently caress your cheek. Cute excuse, nonetheless he accepts.

Getou hums a random love song, taking the helmet from the seat, putting it on your head, adjusting it to your size. A soft smile on his face as he peers down at at you from the bottom of his lashes, his arms flexing in the tight material of his turtleneck.

“Ready.” You exclaim and he tsks, smacking the helmet gently like you would a naughty cat.

“Not ready, you wanna freeze in the cold or sum’?” He crosses his arms and locks down at you as he clicks his helmet on, his eyes glinting through the helmet vizier; you can never miss the tender glow in them when he looks at you, nothing else.

Suguru removed his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his wooden turtleneck enough an insulator for him. “There you go, you look even prettier when you show me off.” He him, mounting his bike and lets you to the same.

“Okay backpack, here we go.”

“Hey!” You retaliate at the nickname and he just sniggers, looking back at you as you mount the bike too.

He revs up the engine, gearing the bike with a slight jerk which causes your body to lurch forward and hit his back. Sly mf. Sighing you wrap you arms around his waist and he smirks, turning the gear as the engine revves alluringly as you drive off into the night.

The wispy air hits your face making you shiver as you rest your head against his back. He chuckles slightly, the muscles of his back relaxing involuntarily as the engine hums in the night.

"Hold on tight," he says and takes a sharp turn that has you clinging to the fabric of his jacket for your dear life. His low voice muffled against the roar of the engine and sizzle of the night air against your helmet. His low laugh rumbles through the night.

"Where are we going? Sugu?” you scream, his perfume musk wafting through the the harsh air.

“Just somewhere.” He mumbles, kicking off, speeding off into the night.

You both come to stop at a beach, getting off the bike and handing the helmet to him. You wrap his jacket tighter around yourself, eyes fluttering at the seascape. The moonlight shines on the waves that stir and hit the rocks, silvery sand and dark waters.

Suguru hops off the bike, his dark eyes just calmly looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in your irises, your pretty lips parted as you look at the sea. You would kill him one of these days with how pretty you are.

He looks at you as you take small dazed steps towards the shore, taking out you phone and then clicking a few pictures. He follows suit, his hair blowing in the wind.

You look over at him, he's literally the ocean, dark, silvery, soothing and albeit dangerous. You hear a soft crunch under your shoes and bend down to see some sea shells, scraping them from the sand, you hold them in your palm and Suguru chuckles breathily.

Eventually squatting to help you pick some shells, his thick fingers searching through the sand, trying to find the uncracked ones in the dim light. It were a silent 5 minutes, eventually the two of you collected enough to fill the pockets of his jacket.

The two of you sit on sand, side my side, knees drawn to your chests. Your arm is flush against his, sighing as you play with his hair and he lets you.

"Having fun, angel?" he asks softly and you chuckle, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"So much fun, Sugu. Thank you for bringing me here." You say, looking into his eyes as they gleam with adoration when you peck him.

Getou reaches over and grabs your jaw slightly, your eyes flashing with the sight of your hairtie that he always keeps on his wrist, before pulling you close. He presses his lips flush against yours, your trembling fingers gravitate towards his face, you can feel his skin heat up.

"M' pretty baby." He whisper, parting only slightly. His eyes flicker up from your lips into your eyes, a soft, breathy chuckles leaves his throat at the lovesick look in your eyes.

"Are you trying to make me over heat?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilt you chin upwards. Getou smiles, his silver ringsand that one chain you gifted him on your 3 month anniversary, glowing in like moonlight shimmering upon the surface and you are underwater.

"Is it working?" He smirks, before he leans in again, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He's the ocean in the night, and you are drowning.

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[gojosnectar]

how to make him fall in love with you; a love guide!

(A/N: THE GETO IN SCENARIO ISNT A NON-SORCERER HATER 🙏)

step one: meet him. be awkward as hell, but confident. he'll cling to your cutest moments, thinking of how precious it is when you're happy.

step two: befriend him. get closer, but not too close. (or else his “best friend” will be on your case) learn about him and leave comments about him anonymously. very anonymously. he'll tell you about it and wonder who it's from.

step three: break your heart. he has a girlfriend— or whatever. think about how much it hurts to know that his lips are against hers, his hands in her hair— his hands roaming her body. see the posts he posts about her and cry that they're not about you.

step four: fuck the girlfriend. not actually— but who cares if he has a girlfriend? you should. don't be a hoe.

step five: rejoice! they broke up! don't actually rejoice, be there for him. be sad for awhile, don’t blame yourself for their breakup. shit happens.

step six: best friends— maybe more? flirt a bit more. leave more subtle hints. he's getting over her and you're slipping into him, infecting his thoughts.

step seven: he leads you on, doesn't he? with his soft compliments and slightly sexual jokes, you're unsure if he really feels that way about you. flirt more. see if it helps.

step eight: it doesn't. he's just as confused as you. does he like you? he doesn't know. he'll try to push you away because he doesn't want to admit his feelings.

step nine: stop being a coward. talk more; flirt more, tell him about a boy you like. don't tell him it's him. don't tell him that you've spent the last forever thinking of him.

step ten: tell him he's yours— he'll say you're his, too.

step eleven: stop beating around the bush, ask him to be yours— he wouldn’t say no.

“would you, suguru? will you say no if i ask you to be mine?”

“i’m all yours.”

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[abc-91]

Getou Suguru x curse reader Part 2, fluff

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/abc-91/739962273969455104/getou-suguru-x-curse-reader-part-2-fluff

When Suguru gets back to his dorm that afternoon, he feels so relieved. Yes, Satoru is his best friend, but he has too much on his mind right now to deal with joining him at the mall and sitting there while Satoru tries on every item in every designer store. His thoughts were too occupied with this curse to pay attention to Satoru asking, “Oi, Suguru. Which one looks better on me, the teal or the purple? I think the teal’s better. Actually, I think I liked the purple more. I’ll go change back into the purple… Oh yeah, the purple is definitely better. Wait actually- I’ll try the teal on one more time just to be sure… I was right the first time; the teal’s better… Actually the purple- you know what? I’ll just get both.” Suguru was just thankful that Satoru talked too much to notice that he never gave his opinions on any of the clothes he tried on or even really looked at them at all.

Suguru gets back to his dorm and sets the bags of things Satoru practically forced him to buy on his desk. He puts a hand over his forehead and groans in frustration. What was he going to do about this curse? Surely he’ll have to tell someone else sooner or later. If he can’t figure out how to control this curse soon, he’ll have to figure out a way to exorcise it. But this curse seemed so gentle at the same time; it played with his hair, told him he was pretty, and was even going to kiss him before Gojo interrupted.

“No,” Suguru thinks. “It’s a curse. If it can’t be controlled then it must be exorcised.” A sudden voice brings him out of his thoughts.

“Suguru?” Cool, familiar hands reach out and hug his upper body from behind. “You seem tense.” He should push the curse away, but something in him tells him not to.

“Yeah…” He sighs softly.

“Do you want me to try and help you relax?” Suguru takes a deep breath.

“Could you?” He looks back at you with a tender look in his eyes.

“Yeah, lie down and I’ll play with your hair again.” He nods his head and lies back down on his bed, watching the curse expectantly. The curse sits on the edge of his bed, and gently takes his hair out of his hair tie to not accidentally tug his hair. Its delicate fingers run through his hair, making him sigh and close his eyes.

“Your hair is so soft,” the curse mumbles softly. He feels its fingertips rubbing gentle circles into his scalp, and he begins to relax.

“Do you want to talk about it? Why you’re so tense, I mean.” Suguru’s eyes open, and he looks at the curse. He looks into their eyes, and they look so gentle, so human. The longer he looks into the curse’s eyes, the more he feels his heartbeat quickening.

“You…”

“Me?” He nods.

“I’m making you tense?”

“Y-Yeah, you. I don’t get you.” The curse giggles.

“Of course you don’t get me; we met yesterday.”

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I meant. You’re a curse; why are you doing this?” The curse tilts their head curiously.

“Doing what? Massaging your scalp?”

“Yes, but not just that; all of this. You’re being so nice and complimenting me. Why?”

“Because I want to… I don’t really know why I want to, but it probably has to do with me feeling so drawn to you.”

“And why do you feel so drawn to me?”

“I don’t really know that either. All I know is that as soon as I saw you something just told me I needed to be with you.” Suguru feels speechless at the confession, but he finally speaks after a moment while looking at the ceiling.

“I think I feel drawn to you too… I missed your touch while I was gone.”

“I missed you.” They pause before saying, “Can I stay with you?” Suguru looks into their eyes again.

“Yes, I-I won’t exorcise you or anything.”

“Ah, I meant like always. I have the ability to completely disguise my presence, so can I stay with you when you go? No one else will be able to tell I’m there if I don’t want them to. If you don’t want me to come with you then I obviously won’t.”

“Is- Is that what you did earlier when Satoru was at the door?”

“Hm? Oh, y-yeah”

“Uh, yeah, you can come with me whenever you want.” He blushes.

“So, about your friends… You’re sorcerers, right? You’re supposed to exorcise curses, so will your friends try to exorcise m-” He quickly cuts them off when he realizes the question.

“No, no I won’t let that happen. Just stay hidden until I tell you it’s safe to come out. That way no one will know about us.” Suguru blushes after his sudden surge of protectiveness as if he’s not talking about a curse right now.

“Thank you, Suguru.”

“No problem… Do- do you have a name?”

“A name?”

“Yeah”

“I guess it’s y/n.”

“You guess?”

“Ah, well I’ve never actually talked to any humans before. I just thought the name was pretty, so I always thought if I had a name then I’d want it to be that.”

“I’m the first human you’ve ever talked to?”

“Yeah”

“Oh… that’s kind of sad but I kind of feel flattered at the same time.” The curse giggles, which makes Suguru feel less bad.

“It’s alright; I’m glad that you’re the first person I’ve talked to.” Suguru feels his face heating up again.

“Really?”

“Really!” The curse starts giggling like crazy and starts leaning on him. This causes Suguru to start laughing too and loosely wrap his arms around their waist. He’s laughing so hard that he’s struggling to catch his breath. Suguru sighs when he finally calms down.

“I’ve had a bit of a long day, so I kind of wanna head to bed early if that’s alright.”

“Yeah… Can I sleep with you for tonight?” They ask nervously and Suguru flushes.

“Uh yeah, yeah come here.” He scoots over in bed and gets under the blankets to make room for them to lie with him. “Comfy?”

“Yeah, comfy. You?”

“Yeah, me too…” He reaches over and turns off his bedside lamp.

“Goodnight, Suguru.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

Part three:

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[ackermonie]

i think having a crush on geto suguru is a whole roller coaster.

the man is pretty, there are no lies there, even tho you try to convince yourself that he might be a little ugly just to humble your feelings, but you are fully aware that he might be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.

lazy kind eyes are narrower when he smiles. your hands ache to run through his hair, an undying urge to braid or put it in a bun forever nesting in your melting brain.

you stare from afar often, waiting for his attention whenever he decides to give it to you, watching the ups and downs and pitching in with comfort whenever he wants to confine in you.

It’s not impossible, ending up together, but you think its a long shot when you see just who he’s surrounded with, and the thought of why would he look at you when he has all those other people around him sneaks in and shadows all the hope you managed to find at the end of pandora’s box.

you try to push away the feelings as much as you can. mute his notifications, pouring all your focus on anything else, but one sleepless night where he decides to stay up with you puts all your work to shame.

conversations are always so fun with him. questions upon questions where it just flows where it wants to flow until your body begs you for sleep, but your heart and mind just refuse to let go, too high on the fast heartbeats and shivers running down your spine to be able to choose sleep other than this.

this. whatever this is. friendship, situationship, whatever it is, you can't help but think that it's either gonna be everything you wished for, or the thing that could be your final straw in this rotten life.

because at the end of the day, suguru is, and forever will be everything you've ever asked for, no matter how much you still try to fight back the feelings, even though you're sure you're down bad.

one day he rambles to you about a song he heard or a show he's binging, and you just think about how you can never have enough of that specific tone in his voice, or the way he angrily rambles when he saw something he didn't like or icked him off.

he must've caught you with the silly little smile on your face because he pauses mid-rant to ask. "the fuck are you smiling like that for?"

you feel the heat creep up your neck, but your smile involuntarily widens. "I love how when you just dislike something you dislike it profoundly," you tell him honestly. "you see something that doesn't fit your taste and you go 'i fucking hate this, let me tell you why. I'll be brief. (page 1/28747)."

suguru chuckles, raising his soda up to his lips. "nothing gets me more than the art I hate."

the conversation shifts, and you stare at the man thinking that he is either a smart man that can figure out easily that you like him from the way you treat him, or just the dumbest fucking human being you've ever met because oh my god aren't you obvious.

because maybe thinking about all the love you can give to him is just too poisonous for you to be able to think about anything else, yet the utter fucking fear of a confession gone wrong forever holds you back from the thing you have always prayed for.

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[mitsies]

; geto suguru x gn reader angst, est relationship, mentions of death/blood, canon-typical violence, slight spoilers for gojo's past arc

imagine geto suguru asking you to join him when he revolts against jujutsu society.

it happens before his mission where he will inevitably decimate his home village. he lays out all his plans so plain and clear and you are silenced because he's really going to do this.

he's going to do this and he wants you by his side.

you feel shaken and hurt and revulsed and a little intrigued and that makes you ache even more. despite the severe nature of this situation, your mind wanders, perhaps an inutile defense mechanism.

(somewhere in the world, a baby is probably crying. you wonder if it will be okay.)

you'd been closest to geto since day one of school. the two of you were thick as thieves, lovers from a movie, soulmates, to say it plainly.

but then the death of that poor little girl who never had a chance occurred and the person you'd fallen in love with had flickered out of existence. you knew why but couldn't do much but watch helplessly as your other half began to fade.

this was the first real conversation the two of you had shared in days and you're honestly also a little relieved because a sick, twisted part of you is grateful that he hasn't forgotten you after all.

"what do you say?"

his voice was a quiet whisper, hardly audible but at the same time far, far too loud in the little space of your dorm room. the hour was late and everyone else must be asleep. faintly, you wonder what your nightmares would conjure if you were to sleep tonight.

you look at him and his face is unreadable, just as it had been since riko died. but a flicker of something flits through his eyes when he meets yours and you feel like you know the answer.

SHOULD YOU SAY YES ;

"i did say i'd always stick with you, didn't i?"

his expression cracked into a grin and his eyes lit up and you felt so sick to your stomach that you had to purse your lips into a grimace.

but before you know it he is kissing you into a smile and his hands are in your hair and you can't breathe and you can't tell if it's okay to cry because geto is here and he is back. he's back, you force yourself to repeat.

the geto suguru you had fallen in love with is back, and is kissing you, and therefore you could not feel too bad for the cost you will incur.

your shut your eyes and let him resume his conversation, and you feel so repulsed with how he falls back into talking about mundane things as if he was not just scheming to kill a whole village.

(somewhere in the world, a baby is crying.)

you cannot focus on his words anymore. you imagine the blood on your hands and on your face and your neck and you imagine how it would run down your cheek when it mixes with your tears.

but then you look up at him, at suguru, and you see his half smile as he converses with no one and you suddenly feel a vast forever of emptiness closing in on you.

his eyes are on his phone screen as he searches for a video he meant to show you and the room is getting so much colder and you swear that the sky will fall at any second.

because when you look at geto suguru, you do not recognize him. but it is too late to turn back, and soon there will be blood on both of your hands.

(somewhere in the world, a baby is crying, and it is all your fault.)

SHOULD YOU SAY NO ;

"is there any way i can change your mind?"

geto's face falls, ever so slightly. you think that he thinks you didn't notice.

"not a chance."

the silence rang too loudly in your tiny room, and both of you were hyperaware of how your hand reached out for his. he let you take it, watching the way you clasped his scarred palm between his own absentmindedly.

"when do you leave?"

your voice was somber and geto could taste blood as he bit his tongue. he didn't mean for his face to betray his emotions. he was usually good at hiding how he felt. but your grip tightened and his eyes squeezed shut and he pulled away and stood from his spot on the floor.

you watched as his conviction crumbled as he looked at you so plaintively and you realized that this was geto now, a bundle of pain and hurt and grief who had been taken from nothing and abused to greatness, and you realized that he was already too far gone.

but still, he began to plead with you, and your heart fractured into a thousand pieces.

"you're joking, right?"

(somewhere in the world, a baby is crying for its mother. she doesn't hear him.)

"you're lying to me. you have to be."

still, you maintain your silence. but then he's down on the ground again and cupping your face and you're forced to look straight into his eyes and you see years and years of depravation and again, you feel ill.

he is almost begging now, as he says your name like a prayer and looks at you like you're a god who he needs- and maybe that last part is true.

"come with me," he is not crying but his voice cracks like he is, "please, please."

"i'm sorry," is all you can say.

at some point, he leaves. you don't know when- your eyes are out of focus and you have long since tuned out suguru's pleas. it is silent in the dorm rooms and you find yourself wondering if he's already on his way to the village.

that thought sobers you. there are people who will die tonight should you stay still. you doubt that you could stop geto's actions in any universe, but you could try. in some ways, you have aided the creation of this monster- and it will forever be your purpose now to try and stop him.

(somewhere in the world, a baby is crying. its mother will be home soon.)

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[enkvyu]

HIII I HEARD UR TAKING REQUESTS!!! (I think if not jus ignore this) bf headcanons with geto plzzzz :( hes just a silly lil guy (I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOD) anwzzz have a gud day :33

getou as your bf headcannons

thanks for the request anon, i hope you have a good day too !! btw ure so real he is just a lil guy ☹️ he isn’t defined by his actions (what murder?) he’s just a babygirl ! i wrote this for teen getou but then i thought might as well do a few thoughts on adult getou. i hope this is okay!

teen getou

you confessed first and getou laughed it off, thinking you just wanted to copy his homework. but when he saw you slowly turn red, he realised that this was the real deal. super awkward confession and you tease him about it all the time, professing your love to him every time you need something from him just so he can recall the embarrassment he caused on that day

in the beginning of your relationship, he really wanted you to wear his clothes and have it be a causal thing. but because he's nervous, and because shoko and gojo are bad influences, he decides the only way for you to comfortably ask for his shirts and jumpers was to wear yours first. gojo assures him you'll find it funny and realise that boundaries such as "yours" and "mine" will be blurred this point forward. taking his friends' advice, getou shimmies into your jujutsu uniform and knocks on your dorm door, posing to make you laugh. it's only when he sees the disbelief on your face that he regains his senses

the type to be looking at you no matter what he’s doing. you’re telling him about your day and he’s drinking water? he’s looking at you over the rim of the glass. you get called in class to answer a question you weren't paying attention to? getou is already looking at you, mouthing the (incorrect) answer. you’re comparing hand sizes? look up and you’ll find him looking at you instead of your interlocked fingers. it’s natural that he’s the first to notice when things are wrong, and the first to tease you

the type to smile when he gets angry and make a face that says "what (kind of nonsense) are you talking about?" he deflects a lot in arguments and never yells, but his low voice is honestly scarier

no sense of personal space whatsoever (blame gojo) so if you want to make a move on him, you have to be very direct. it's a double-edged sword because he'll be teaching you boxing and cover your hand with his to reposition your posture, and only you will think something of it. but at the same time, you can simply wrap your arms around his neck, lean in, and he'll break out in a cold sweat and a blush. he's simple in that way

a girl's kind of guy. he'll hand you a cushion or a plushie if you sit down wearing a skirt or a dress and if there isn't any, he'll wordlessly take off his jacket and hand it to you. always has a spare hairband around his wrist but he doesn't tell you that he also uses it to close off open chip bags when he can't finish them in one sitting. sometimes you do wonder why it smells like salt and vinegar

will take something of yours just so you can ask him for help. if it's raining, he'll take your umbrella so the two of you can walk home under his. of course, he'll be the one walking on the outer edge of the path

getou's a gym rat. wakes up chugs a protein shake (doesn't use a blender, shaking it super hard is enough). usually focuses on arms and abdomen and loves to show off whether it's through boxing or doing push ups with you on his back. objectively, he's really fit but there's something about him walking around his dorm shirtless just to catch a glimpse of himself being Buff that's annoying

thinks he can charm his way out of any situation (he can). he was praised a lot as a kid for being pretty and kind which led him to slipping out of situations he didn't want to be in just by smiling. he thinks the same thing can work on you (usually it does)

late night missions means sleep deprivation for class the next morning, and you carry the bulk of it after three consecutive missions. the next morning, even yaga winces at the heavy bags under your eyes. of course, it’s your boyfriend who’s by your side first. he does most of the talking that day and doesn't say anything when you doze off mid-sentence. he even angles his body so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder and doesn’t say (much) anything when he sees you drooling. you notice that throughout the day, his hand is always hovering your back

extra — adult getou:

has the habit of talking to you like you're a stray kitten sometimes. there's a benevolent smile on his face and his words are soft, coaxing you out gently as if you were buzzing to flee. it's something he developed after raising nanako and mimiko, but it works just as well on you, too

he still does the same "what the fuck?" smile when he gets angry, but there's a sinister edge to it now, like he's waiting to see how far you can push it before he does something about it

an absolutely terrible chef. perhaps it's because his tastebuds has been destroyed by his technique and cigarettes, but everything he makes is either too salty, too bland, too spicy or everything in between. his culinary skills are fine, and his presentation is frankly award winning but take one bite and you're rushed to the hospital. usually, the two of you just go out for dinner or order uber eats

likes the sensation of someone playing with his hair. whether it's getting you to dry his hair after he gets out of the shower, or allowing himself to be a mannequin to your sudden desire at being a hair stylist, he's satisfied

still likes walking around shirtless or in a shirt that is half open (just take it off at that point) but at least this time, you also get a view. his confidence in his body has skyrocketed, and now it's one of the main thing he uses to get a reaction out of you. if you call him out for it, he'll just :3 "what do you mean?"

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

“it’s only you i’m missing, cursing at the Double Distance”

“my friends tell me slow down but i’m flying around the world to keep up with you.”

synopsis// spending your whole life looking for your highschool sweetheart who seemed to have dropped off the face of the planet wasn’t how you envisioned your future.

pairing// suguru getou x gn!reader

word count// 1.6k

contents// ooc getou? angst if you squint

notes// shout out to my am anon for the idea 🫶 also shout out to another waterparks song that actually gave me motivation to write this bc it just fit toooo welll…. what we do for fun how i love you!!!this also kinda sucks ngl!!

Everyone who knew you and Getou thought you were high school sweethearts, and everyone knew the feelings you had for each other, even if you two were never officially together. It never became official due to both of you being cowards and afraid that if one of you had asked, it would ruin everything, so neither of you did, and that’s your biggest regret to this day. because one day Getou was absent, and then the next day came and he was absent again, and again, and again...

After about a month, Shoko and Gojo had given up hope that he would return, but you never did, at least not until you graduated, though you didn't lose hope in the same way everyone else did. You lost hope that he would come back because you put it into thinking you would find him yourself. You would travel all of Japan just to find him, and that's exactly what you’ll do.

How could you possibly let go? Your first love disappears, and you’re supposed to be okay with that? Hell, you’re surprised that Gojo was okay with his best friend disappearing and that he could accept it so easily. You simply need closure, whether it's a grave sighting or Getou standing right in front of you; whatever it is, you won't stop until you get it.

It’s been two years since you graduated, two years since you first started searching for him, and you’re about to embark on your last major city in Japan in an attempt to find him. You're packing your things while Shoko and Gojo sit on your bed, frowns on their faces and their arms crossed, watching you scramble all over your room.

Shoko clears her throat. “Don't you think it’s been long enough, y/n?”

You give her a brief glance before continuing your packing.

Gojo nods. "I mean, come on, y/n! It’s been years already! Enough is enough, he’s not coming back!”

You finally stop whatever it is you are doing and look toward them, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “If you were just going to be rude, why did you two even come?”

Gojo shrugs. “Shoko told me to come.”

Shoko lightly slaps Gojo’s arm before speaking softly, “We just don't get it.”

You'd ask what she doesn't get, but you know. She doesn't know how you became so obsessed; she's raising her eyebrows at you. Frankly, you don't know either, but you wouldn’t call it an obsession rather than just caring. Wouldn't she want to find her lover? Who mysteriously disappeared? Wouldn’t Gojo?

you sigh. “You don’t need to get it; can't you just be supportive?”

The two of them hesitate to nod, and the conversation is over. It's quiet while you finish packing whatever you need, and then eventually they drop you off at the station, saying their goodbyes and half-assed best wishes. You enter the train and wave goodbye to them through the window.

This was it; if you don't find him here, you won't find him anywhere else in Japan, and that would mean you’d end up traveling the whole world to find him. You would search for him until the world ended, if need be. As the train pulled out of the station, you laid your head against the window and let your eyes flutter shut. dreaming about a time before Getou had disappeared.

You and Getou were inseparable, practically glued together at the hip. Wherever you went, he was there as well, and vice versa. You two did everything together, and people weren’t sure if they were jealous or disgusted. You’re dreaming of a specific moment; you hadn’t gone to school that day, you were feeling defeated having gotten bad grades on the last few tests. You hadn't responded to anyone that day, including Getou. Later on that day, you heard a knock at your door, opening it only to be met with Getou, a small grin on his face, and a bag filled with your favorite snacks, movies, drinks, and whatever else he could think of in his hand.

Getou leans in to give you a quick kiss before pulling away and asking, “You weren’t at school, are you okay?”

You look him up and down fondly before smiling. “Yeah, I'm okay now.”

"Good because I brought a lot of shit and walking home with it all would be embarrassing," he exclaims as he invites himself in.

You laugh at him as you shut the door behind him. “You didn’t have to bring all of this for me.”

He smiles at you. “I would’ve brought much more if I could.”

You roll your eyes as you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “you know i only need you Getou.”

Getou smirks as he drops the bag of goodies in order to wrap his arms around your waist. “yeah?”

You lean in and kiss him softly, mumbling against his lips a small “yeah” before going back to kissing him.

You jolt awake at the sound of the intercom informing you that you had arrived at your destination; had you slept the whole way? Were you that exhausted? You yawn as you gather your things and walk off the train, sighing to yourself as you walk toward a local map. The place you’re staying at isn't too far from here, so you start walking.

Though about halfway there, you very quickly regret your decision as it grows colder; you could see your breath with each one you took. You shiver as you think back to all the times Getou would give you his jacket, even if it meant he would be cold, and you’re really wishing he was here right now. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you stop to push the crosswalk button, and you don't have to wait long until it’s time for you to cross the road.

You keep your head down because there are so many people crossing; you've never been one for crowds, but something is telling you to look up, whether it's yourself or some higher being, whatever it is is pleading. You look up, unsure of what you'll see, and that's when you see him. You drop everything in your hands as you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest heaving up and down. You almost think he doesn't even realize who you are until you see how his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows harshly.

He’s smiling at you, and you're smiling back until he starts to frown. What are you even doing here? he betrayed you by leaving, and yet? You're suddenly walking toward him, but it's taking too long for your liking, so you start to run at him and quite literally throw yourself into his embrace. He stumbles back a little before wrapping his arms around you.

“Where the fuck have you been?” you ask bewilderedly against him. “Getou, I've been looking for you everywhere.”

He grabs your face and pulls it away from him to look at you; a blush is covering his face, and you can't tell if it's because of you or because of the cold. “You’ve been looking for me?” he asks curiously, like he can't believe that you would do that, like he can’t believe he’s worth that.

You smile softly, and you can't stop the tears from falling. Getou wipes them away as they reach his hands on your cheeks. “Of course I’ve been looking for you.” You frown as you ask him again, “Where have you been getou?”

He looks away briefly before responding, “Lost. I’ve been lost, and you’re the only person who’s ever been able to find me.”

You place your hand on top of his and hesitate to respond. “Please don't leave again—“ You meant it as a statement, yet your quivering voice says otherwise.

Getou nods and kisses your forehead, mumbling against it, “I won't, I promise, I won't."

He means it; seeing you like this and finding out that you’ve been searching for him, how could he leave again? He can’t; he won't. So instead he’ll stay and spend the rest of his time here on Earth making up for not realizing until now that there's nothing important that doesn't include you.

You bask in the warmth that his lips against your skin give you, almost as if he’s rekindled a fire within you that went out when he disappeared. A car honks at you right as you're about to pull his face down and kiss him. 

“Get out of the fucking way!” the driver screams from out his window.

That's when the both of you realize you're still in the street; you look at each other wide-eyed before bursting out into laughter, and he’s grabbing your hand to pull you onto the sidewalk. Both of you are now hunched over in laughter on the sidewalk, staying like that for a few minutes until you're finally able to calm yourselves. You stare at each other nervously, unsure of what to do from here, when he rolls his eyes and sighs before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly. You don't kiss him back right away because it takes you by surprise, but once you realize what's going on and that he's really here, you're quick to melt into him.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to do this again,” he says softly as he pulls away.

You hum, “I've been waiting to do that again.”

“You never gave up on me?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head.

"Nope, never...," you shake your head. "which is why im gonna rub it in gojo’s face when you come back.”

“When I come back?” he asks teasingly, “you kidnapping me?”

You nod. “Yeah, gonna put you on a leash and everything to make sure you don't leave again.”

Getou stifles a laugh. “You don't have to do all that; I'm not leaving again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

© LITTLEXBIMBO

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[gabseyoo]

FUNCTIONAL — GETŌ SUGURU

content: fem!reader. word count: 1,2k.

summary: suguru is mad at you, but luckily you know exactly what to do to get him to talk to you.

“You still mad at me, Sugu?” You asked from the couch when you heard the door open. Your boyfriend didn't reply, instead, he walked past you ignoring you completely. You snorted, of course he was still mad, he’s the most stubborn man you've ever met. 

You turned to the next page of your book without giving much thought to his attitude, since you were somewhat used to Suguru's childish behavior when he gets mad at you. 

Quick explanation: yesterday you laughed at him when he fell in the shower. 

You tried to contain your laughter at the memory, it was just too funny. 

Blame him for having a short temper, that’s why you loved to tease him and usually his tantrums didn't last more than a few hours, but now he had been giving you the cold shoulder for more than a day even when you said sorry about a hundred times. Gosh, he’s dramatic. 

But after knowing Suguru for four years, being in a relationship with him for three and a half, and living under the same roof for two; naturally you had learned many things about him—

“The fuck?” You heard the black-haired man curse at the same time as you heard him slam a kitchen cabinet (you knew it wasn't because of his anger, but because he wasn't good at controlling his strength). “Hun, where’s my—” He paused before finishing his question, perhaps remembering that he was still mad. 

“You said something, baby?” You asked teasingly putting your arm over the backrest to turn and watch him ignore your words, again. 

You knew what he was looking for. He had just come back from the gym and always drank that whey protein he was obsessed with when he got home. 

You smirked. 

One special thing you had learned about Suguru—and sometimes used to your advantage—is that he wasn’t very functional on his own; and after starting a relationship with him, you became an essential part of his inner workings.

You always had to remind him to do certain tasks and where he left his belongings because he was forgetful, you knotted his necktie because he got frustrated if he didn't get it right on the first try, you brushed his hair when it was too messy because he also got frustrated when he couldn’t untangle it and so on. 

Plus, he was used to his belongings being in a specific place, and if they weren't there, the first thing he’d do was ask his girlfriend. So you tried to make use of that fact to make him talk to you. And no, you didn't hide anything, it wasn’t necessary, you just changed the location of some things. 

Suguru started opening cabinets, drawers, even the fridge; you thought it was cute to see him cursing under his breath and the fact that he wasn't even searching properly, just quickly glancing around and closing them again, and if he had, he would have noticed that his whey protein was in the same cabinet as usual, since you had only turned the container so that he couldn't see the logo at first glance. 

He muttered a low fuck it before slamming the fridge door, now in annoyance, and walked into the bedroom. You knew he’d go to get his slippers, which he always left by the bed, but now they were in the closet. 

You bet he had only glanced quickly again, at best looking under the bed, when he returned to the living room, now shirtless and barefoot. 

“What?” You asked, hoping he would finally decide to put his pride aside, but he turned around and headed for the bathroom. “God, stop being so stubborn. That you fell was no big deal.” You stifled your laughter again at the memory. 

You knew that he was now going to shower, and of course, you had also moved some of his things in the bathroom. But it looked like he wasn't going to give up so easily, you sighed in defeat and closed your book, thinking that—

“Umm— doyouknowwheremylotionis?” Geto mumbled quietly and too quickly. And although you understood his babbling, you put one of your hands behind your ear, pretending that you hadn’t heard him so that he’d repeat his words. 

“Did you say something, baby?” 

He sighed, but repeated anyway, “Do you know where my lotion is?”

“Oh, I thought you were apologizing for ignoring me all day.” You said with a tone of disappointment and reopened your book while trying to suppress a triumphant smile. 

“You know? Never mind.” He was about to leave again, but to his misfortune, he decided to look at you one more time. 

You were looking at him with those puppy eyes he loved so much. You knew he was weak when you looked at him like that, maybe that's why he was avoiding seeing your face all those hours.

After a minute of silence, he finally decided to speak,

“Imsorry.”

Now there was no way to stop you from smiling, “What?” 

“I’m sorry.” He repeated in a louder voice and crossed his arms, “For ignoring you, I was being childish.” 

“So you admit it.” 

“You were childish too! Yesterday you laughed at me all day.” He pointed at you accusingly. 

The image of him falling replayed in your head. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. 

“See? You still laughing.”

“I’m not. And I already apologized like a hundred times.” You replied, standing up and then putting your hands on your hips. 

“Eleven.” He corrected and you scoffed, he really was childish, but you couldn't help but think it was incredibly cute. And let's be honest, you were having a hard time concentrating on the discussion when he was shirtless. 

“You counted them?” 

Suguru looked at you as if you had caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to, and mumbled a small no before looking away. 

You both remained silent for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

“I’m sorry, hun.” He spoke when the laughter passed. “I mean it.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” You walked towards him and he stretched out his arms to take your hands in his. 

“Twelve.” You rolled your eyes and let him hug you, even though he was still a little sweaty from the workout. “But you have to make it up to me for laughing.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who should make it up to me.” You looked up at him and poked his chest with your index finger. “You have any idea how much I suffered?” You added dramatically. 

“Maybe.” He cupped your cheeks with his large hands to leave a peck on your lips. “I missed you.”

You grinned and kissed his lips again before releasing yourself from his grip. 

“Your lotion is under the sink, your slippers are in the closet and your protein is in the same place as always.” You said turning around ready to go to the bedroom but he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you back to him. 

“It wasn’t there, I looked.” 

“Did you look properly?” He clicked his tongue and shrugged, which caused you to chuckle.

“Maybe.” Suguru placed his hands on your lower back to press you against him and kiss your forehead. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss your boyfriend's clinginess. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Sure.” You kissed him one more time before adding, “Just don’t fall this time.”

You let out an ouch in laughter when he spanked you. 

“I hope your thirteenth apology is on your knees.”

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[madewithspice]

Geto Suguru Headcanons

Geto smells fucking magnificent ALWAYS! Never will you catch this man smelling like anything other than one of those supermodels.

His signature smell would be Paco Rabanne Invictus, just clean and sexy.

One of Geto’s fondest memory is when he got drunk with Gojo and Shoko and the three of them played hide and seek in the park.

This man would live at the gym if he was allowed to. A huge fitness freak and rightly so, washboard abs like that don’t just appear over night.

He snores SO loud. It’s like an earthquake and a rocket launching at the same time. So some ear plugs should definitely be ready at the side if you ever fall asleep next to this man.

Most people avoid Geto because he looks so scary and intimidating but once you get to know him you see that he’s just an awkward ball of fluff. The type of awkward to stand in the corner of your house rather than sit down comfortably like everyone else.

Very snobby when it comes to his hobbies and interests. He is a know-it-all and he knows it, it’s his pride and joy to know he’s better.

I can see him as a secret artist. He paints but only when he’s stressed otherwise his canvases stay hidden at the back of his wardrobe. The only tell is the fact he leaves small doodles everywhere he goes.

- Kiki.

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[ladytheoris]

Getou Suguru, your amazing boyfriend was a man of multiple talents. Like being an excellent tattoo artist, being able to create patterns that speak louder than words, and above all his capability to influence people.

And he did know that it was your long-lasting wish to get one small but significant tattoo. The first one to be exact. And you are his victim now. All he said was that he has a tattoo design exclusively for you. You did not know anything about what it was. And that is how you ended up here in his studio, that feels like home every single time.

Getou takes you by surprise when his hands suddenly come around. He lifts you to the seat with a charming smile; the same one he showed the morning.

"How lucky am I to take your v card twice!" He chuckles as he turns to the table with his instruments.

You reach for his back to give a slight smack. But he was faster. With a design, he places it on your wrist and looks at you.

"See that" he points at the design, "that is my heart."

Indeed it was. A small heart with a tiny S in it. You give a slight peck on his lips. Getou Suguru now is even more pumped up to get this work done, more than how his coffee affects him.

He keeps your left arm to your chest and takes the needle and starts his work. You instinctively hold onto his arm for dear life. His other hands held your hand. You could feel his hot breaths touching your face. And it was even hotter to see him so focused at that tiny heart.

Getou Suguru is a man of many talents. Like how he made you feel like the Queen of his entire heart, as he showed your initials in a heart in a similar pattern as yours on his wrist. The best part was when kept together, both hearts made an infinity.

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