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Chapter 35 …One says c’mon and the other says I’m tired

Chapter 35 of Sugar

A/N- Listen to Mary by Big Thief, it’ll be good I promise!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff, violence and blood, DEATH, SPOILERS!!!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- 234-236

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*A FEW YEARS AGO*

Sneaking around with a guy at your own house is a limit you’ve really even been testing. You’re risking getting in deep trouble, but tonight will be the last night you and your late-night rendezvous will be together.

Soon you’ll leave with your mother on a trip, and when you come back you’ll start school at Jujutsu High, in Tokyo along with your older brother. Soon you will finally have a life outside of these damn walls!

“Hey, hey! Guess who, guess who!” A familiar voice startles you. A voice that belongs to a man that shouldn’t be here…but is he?!

You get off the old wooden swing and twirl around in the direction of the voice, catching your brother of all people approaching you.

Which is kind of inconvenient because you needed to end things with your boy toy, but oh well another day secretly together won’t hurt—as long as your parents or anyone else finds out that is.

“Satoru!” You greet happily and wait for him to meet up with you.

Your brother flashes you a beaming grin and suddenly stops in his tracks to pull his hands out from his back and show off a bottle of sake.

“Look what I have stolen from our parents' cabinet!” He announces and shakes the bottle with both hands before he runs on his giant legs and closes the large gap that was left between you.

Once he’s close you finally probe his surprising presence, you weren’t supposed to see each other until you started school. “What are you doing here, Satoru? Why aren’t you at school?”

“Well,” he says and takes his shades off to illuminate the night with his bright and big blue eyes. “We got sent to a mission nearby and since it’s late we got to stay at a hotel close by, so I said why not come home. I also knew you missed me.”

You roll your eyes and don’t actually deny him because it’s true. Ever since he left for school, you’ve been nothing but bored! The house is so lonely without him.

You won’t admit it though because you don’t want him to get cocky, so instead you decide to press on the fact that he says “we,”.

“So where’s your friend? The guy who understands you better than anyone has,” you mock him as you walk back to sit on the swing. “The guy who doesn’t care if you’re Satoru Gojo, the guy with the six eyes. The first real friend you’ve ever had.”

Satoru frowns and kicks you back, making you chuckle and just lean forward to swing towards him and ask seriously this time so he doesn’t get all butt hurt. “Really where’s your friend Suguru Geto? I’ve been wanting to meet this great friend of yours and see what all the fuss is about.”

Satoru opens the bottle and takes a big swig of the sake, causing you to react with surprise considering he hasn’t drank before. Not even with this beloved friend of his.

“Oh! That was…a big drink…” you trail off and watch him swallow with concern. “Why are you drinking?”

Satoru shrugs. “I'm in high school now. Why shouldn't I?” He throws out too calmly.

“Uh,” you stammer and just agree with him. He already started anyway. “Well, we can share then.”

Satoru pushes the bottle towards you, but just as you’re going to grab the neck of the bottle he pulls back and looks at you with a quizzical brow. “Since when have you drank?”

You pull your arm back to hold the swings rope and answer nonchalantly. “I drink with my friends. But not a lot, just a cup or two. We like to drink and play games.”

Satoru’s eyebrows furrow as he shoots you a pointed look of disapproval. You know he can either try and be a big brother and lecture you, or it can go the other way and he’ll just drop the subject and let you be, but you don’t want to risk it and ruin this surprise visit so you lean forward and snatch the bottle from his hand.

“Now,” you change the subject. “Your friend is he cute? You haven’t shown me a picture!”

Satoru scoffs and sits on the ground across from you, and even then he still looks like a damn giant.

When did he get so damn tall?!

“As if I would ever present you to my best friend. He’s off limits, I told you already.”

You snicker and take a small drink to take it easy unlike, the guy across from you.

“Well, I’m still gonna meet him soon, so I don’t know why you’re bitching?” You clarify. “You should've brought him.”

“No!” Satoru exclaims. “And, he didn't want to come, he had some homework to do or whatnot. I don’t know, he was being responsible.”

“Ah.” You nod in comprehension and mindlessly twist around as you take another drink before it’s snatched from your hand by your brother's giant one.

“How’s it been here?” He makes sure to ask like he always tends to do now that he’s not living here anymore. “Is training going okay? Have they been going easy on you?”

You drop your head and shift the tip of your foot on the ground as you grow pensive.

What could you say? Training is harsh because they know your brother isn’t here to defend you? That you’ve been a total failure and suck at processing with your own damn technique that’s written in your damn being?

You can say all that and he’ll listen, but he’s only here for the night and you don’t want to dump all your problems on him, so you just share something lighthearted instead. “Mother and I have gone over to the Kamo house and while I've been there I have befriended one of them that’s my age. He’s very nice.”

Satoru’s face twists in displeasure at the sound of you and some guy he doesn’t know getting close. “Ew, why?”

He’s trying to be protective but he just sounds rude.

“Because I can have friends Satoru,” you snap back and kick your foot at him.

Satoru side-eyes you before surprising you and taking another large gulp.

“Oh, bro, take it easy, man,” you warn him with genuine concern.

Satoru flicks his wrist to brush you off. “It’s very sweet,” he dismisses you. “It’s good!”

“Hm—”

“We should prank call Suguru,” he suddenly blurts and stands up, casting a large shadow over you and only making your surroundings that much darker.

“What are we?” You remark full of judgment.

Satoru shoves the bottle in your hand and yanks out his phone from his pocket to quickly navigate through his phone.

You take this time to study him and can’t really tell if he’s drunk, he looks as goofy as usual. His smile is turning goofier than usual though, besides that he looks normal. Which is good, you don’t feel like getting in trouble for him getting drunk.

“Here, here,” he says in a hushed voice and hands you his phone that you almost drop because he’s not being careful. “Tell him…”

“Why me?!” You whisper sharply as if that man you’re talking to is nearby.

“Just do it!” Satoru snaps, making you pout at how snappy he’s being. “The phone is ringing he won’t know it’s me!”

“Hello?” A deep and soothing voice answers, making chills go down your spine and a giddy smile to flash on your lips.

“Hello,” you answer back and mock that generic woman's voice you hear in machines guiding you to do something, or in voicemail boxes not set up. “This is the county police department…”

“Good, good,” Satoru whispers in approval and winks at you, making you much more excited to be doing this.

“…calling on behalf of the detainee SATORU GOJO, to inform you that the bail to release the detainee from jail will be…”

“Ten thousand,” Satoru mouths and demonstrates the number with both hands.

It’s a ridiculous amount, but you can’t think of anything on the spot so you go with it. “…ten thousand dollars.”

Satoru snickers maliciously as he nods in agreement whilst you catch a surprised gasp at the other end, making you purse your lips together so as to not laugh.

“Answer yes if you agree to pay bail, or answer no and let this call end.”

“Uh,” Geto hesitates, and somehow this reaction makes Satoru totally ruin the prank by bursting out laughing like a maniac.

There’s no way Geto could’ve missed that!

“Oh,” you assume right as he answers with a deep annoyed breath. “It’s you…make sure to be back early Satoru, or you can find your own way back to the school—“ and just like that Geto hangs up the phone, making Satoru’s laugh die down, and his lips drop to a pout.

However, this time you burst out laughing and point at your brother frowning in defeat.

“He fell for it,” Satoru defends himself.

“Oh,” you gasp for air and drop your head to continue laughing. “This makes me want to meet him that much more. What a funny guy. Oh,” you laugh until your stomach hurts.

“Whatever,” Satoru grumbles and leans over to snatch the bottle. “He fell for it.”

Your laugh slowly dies down, but you keep your head down and smile softly at the ground while the swing slowly moves back and forth as you swing your feet.

You can fill the silence with more humorous suggestions and topics, but as Satoru quiets down you bask in the calmness of the night. It's refreshing, you feel a cool breeze on your face that fights off the summer heat that once overwhelmed you.

When you look up at the sky you see that it’s clear so the moon really gets to show off and provide more light besides the distant wall lights and the garden lights. Your parents or anyone else from your family is pestering you so it’s really relaxing.

“Do you think…I’ll really be the strongest?” Satoru breaks the silence to ask you a deep insecurity. Which is…it’s not rare for him to be vulnerable with you, he doesn’t seem to be scared or ashamed to be so open with you.

And he shouldn’t, there’s so much pressure on his shoulders since he was a kid because of what he was born with. It leaves no room in people’s hearts to really care about him in a deep sense, all they see is power and glory. But you, you care deeply about your brother.

“I know so,” you assure him of his doubts that are born from him drinking that sake. “Not only because it was written in the stars, or because everyone around you says it.”

You finally look down from the sky and meet his gaze reflecting a teary gloss that softens his intense blue eyes.

“I know you’ll be strong because you have the dedication because you have a strong heart.”

“What does that have to do with anything? What does it even mean?” He remarks and averts his gaze.

You sigh and shrug timidly. “I guess it means that you don’t give up, you keep going even if you could’ve given up and abandoned this fate with all the pressure that’s put on you,” you explain quietly as you grow flustered. “You’re smart too, and you keep wanting to learn even if everything at your feet. You’ll be strong because you’re cocky and always keep your head up high, you’re also very stubborn about failing.”

Satoru scoffs and slowly drags his eyes back up to you, and you continue softly so he knows you’re not joking even a bit.

“And I know that a lot of things come easy to you, but when it doesn’t you keep trying until you get it. And most importantly you’re fearless—“

“No,” he cuts you off and shakes his head. “I have fears, just like you. But I told you that it doesn't affect your strength.”

You offer him a soft smile, but before this can turn about you you focus back on him. “You’re also brave, the bravest person I know, and trust me I know, I have known since I was a little girl.” You say and swallow back thick emotions that begin to sting your throat. “And it’s because I know you that I know all I said is why you will be the strongest. I mean that’s what already makes you strong,” you finish with an endearing smile.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I suppose you're right.”

He could’ve said thanks, but whatever, you still can’t help but smile.

A short silence then passes where he takes this time to really digest what you said, knowing that everything you just told him comes from the bottom of your heart. You could be malicious and just tell him what he wants to hear, you have every right to be that way with him with the way your family treats you compared to him, but you always pour out your heart and be genuine with him. He admires you for that.

“Hey, now that you’re here do you want to go watch a movie?” You suggest before he has a chance to black out with that bottle of sake. “I rented this comedy movie I’ve been dying to see.”

Satoru eyes flicker to you and since he can’t find a way to pour out his own heart and express his gratitude he smiles at you and nods in agreement. “Of course! But if I fall asleep, wake me up early before Suguru leaves me behind.”

You push yourself off the swing and shoot him a pointed look. “As if,” you quip. “Be responsible.”

“You sound like Suguru! And after I come all this way to visit you?!” He shouts dramatically.

You face him and nod. “Yes. Now whoever gets inside last…” you trail off to bolt away before he has a chance to win.

“Hey! You had a head start, no fair!” Satoru exclaims after you and doesn’t hesitate to bolt after you.

When you get inside he does end up winning though.

So much for your headstart, and damn his long ass legs!

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*NOW*

You want to go back to simpler times. You want to take Satori, Choso, Satoru, and everyone you love dearly and keep close to your heart with you and just live simple lives. You can still be a sorcerer, you can still carry that trauma, the bad memories of the past, all you want is not having to worry about Satoru’s fate…

He’s home…

“He ripped off that Shikgami’s tail,” Choso kind of shares with admiration. “Why am I surprised?”

“Because he keeps getting cooler,” Yuji blurts, making Choso’s face flash on a short jealousy that twinges in his very core.

A soft laugh manages to leave your lips before you hold Choso’s arm and whisper. “I think you’re cool.”

Choso meets your gaze and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips before you lean in and press your lips on his and give him a lingering kiss.

“Thank you again,” you whisper against his lips even if you already expressed your gratitude to him for being so caring and attentive. You just know that in your lifetime you will never actually get to express how grateful you really are for him not growing tired or asking for anything in return while dealing with you, and your rollercoaster of emotions today. You certainly will try though every moment you can. He deserves to hear it.

“For what?” He asks cluelessly.

You offer him a warm and loving gaze and respond sweetly. “For today. For everything.”

Choso opens his lips and you know he’s going to say some stoic shit like well, “of course, I’ll always look out for you, it’s nothing.” So instead you cut him off and give him another lingering kiss so you can both savor the sweet taste before you bask in the comfort of his presence and lay your head on his shoulder to focus back on the screens, catching Mahoraga swing his blade and hurl rubble at Satoru. However, nothing hits him due to his infinity technique.

A flash of hits proceeds to happen that go by too quickly for you to catch so the next thing you know Satoru is in front of the second shikigami, and swings his fist so hard and so fast that the shikigami doesn’t catch him. Instead, it gets punched, causing you to react with an entertained smirk.

“You’re nothin’ but a one-trick pony,” you hear Satoru quip. He then proceeds to use the air to back away from

Mahoraga’s swing, whilst keeping a distance from the other shikigami. He then moves one leg forward and one arm back to prepare to swing at Mahoraga, but then in the blink of an eye Mahoraga swings his mighty blade with a swift woosh, and the next thing you see is part of Satoru’s arm flying away after it was cut off.

It was…

And he’s not bleeding…

His arm…

“Satoru!” you cry out and shove yourself to your feet.

“Mahoraga used his slashes?!” Kusakabe cuts in with surprise.

You grab at your chest as it feels like you’re suddenly at a loss for air.

This could mean the end…

“He struck from range?!” Yuji exclaims. “Just like Sukuna?!”

All you can see is Satoru on the screens, you can’t see anyone around you, it’s like you can only focus on him. You can hear the others fine, but there’s darkness all around you and Satoru ahead, besides you’re numbing fear.

“This is bad!” Shoko bellows and only worsens you’re already panicked state—“Gojo’s healing ability is dropping!”

Your heart pounds in your ears, and just as you feel the blood in your veins rush and make your hands tremble, a large hand cups your shoulder, feeling like a warm sun that slowly radiates warmth all over your frozen and stiff body.

“My Love,” Choso whispers, and then in a very affectionate and soothing way speaks your name before he carefully attempts to assure you. “He can heal that arm. He’s strong enough to do that. He’s okay.”

You blink and look over your shoulder to meet Choso’s gaze, feeling that tunnel vision fade, but not feeling the terror ungrasp you, it digs its claws in you and keeps your hands trembling and your mind thinking you can’t breathe.

“It’s okay, just breathe, hm? He’s still alive,” Choso adds a lot more confidently now that he sees you’re not turning him away like before. “Breathe.”

He grabs both of your shoulders and turns you to face him so you can see him slowly draw in a deep breath and slowly push it out, making you mirror his actions until you’re not heaving.

“Good,” he murmurs and slides his hands up to caress your face before he drops his hands to walk you both back to your seat and focus back on the battle with one hand still hugging his.

However, perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea returning your focus back on the screen because you catch Satoru being hurled back by Sukuna’s kick, and landing right across the other shikigami. The moment the Shikigami's eyes land on Satoru, it lunges forward and throws its giant fist, but misses due to Satoru’s infinity, which is comforting. You can breathe at the fact that you’re brother isn't slammed with another mighty swing that could have pushed him closer to the end now that he also needs to grow back an entire fucking arm!

“Ya know, what I’ve been thinkin’?” Satoru blurts with a hint of craziness and cockiness mixed together. Maybe it’s because he just lost an arm—“you just don’t fit in with this crowd!”

Your lips part as a blue glowing orb forms around his hand before in a flash your brother is upon the shikigami with his fist buried in its gut.

Mahoraga falls in front of its lord master and makes it his priority to protect him as Satoru proclaims his dangerous words. “Maximum output Blue!”

Your eyes widen with glee as Satoru’s technique drags the shikigami across a building, cutting it in half with its tremendous power as it scrapes the wall. You think it’ll fly away further, but the orb stops past the building and seems to swallow the shikigami in before it bursts and blows the shikigami to pieces, leaving Sukuna and Mahoraga left on the battlefield once again. While Satoru—well Choso was right, you could’ve realized that if it wasn’t for your panic.

Regardless Satoru grows his arm back, and his intense eyes gleam while his lips widen to a smirk as he seems to be pumped with more exhilaration and adrenaline.

Something so clear as day that you can’t help but feel a trickle of that excitement rushing through your own blood after witnessing such a feat. And it seems that the exhilaration running through your brother fuels his thirst for blood because he quickly manages to get a swing on Mahoraga. And when the giant beast gets hit he does manage to keep his feet on the side of the building but he ends up sliding back, leaving Sukuna in front of Satoru.

This time the evil man can’t maneuver himself away, so your brother zooms to him and manages to snatch his wrist before he twists his body around and swings Sukuna with him before hurling him at Mahoraga.

Of course, the beast catches him and guards him from Satoru, but nothing stops your brother from slamming his fist in Mahoraga’s forearm so hard that the beast breaks through the building and hits the wall inside with Sukuna still in his arms like a mother would protect its child.

Satoru proceeds to surprise you by not following them inside, he stays outside and instead points his finger to the sky, and sets a deadly gaze on his opponents.

“Phase. Pāramitā. Pillars of light.”

“He’s chanting again,” you proclaim and sit up as straight as a board as you’re bombarded with a rush of heart-pounding anticipation.

Is he going to hit them with his technique?

What if they swerve him and he just wastes his cursed energy on destroying more property?

But no…your brother is smarter than that, right?

Please don’t waste your energy on shooting at them…

“Cursed technique reversal,” Satoru announces and stretches his arm out to shoot a blue glowing orb from his fingers that grows in size the further it gets in the sky.

“Mahoraga!” Sukuna barks out with panicked rage, making the beast break every window and crack his surroundings as he immediately bursts out of that building to chase after Satoru’s blue technique.

You would think Satoru would chase after him to stop Mahoraga from getting in the way, but you end up gasping when Satoru shoots out a red orb too, and finally clues you in on what he’s planning to do.

He’s planning to expel his hollow technique…But not at his opponents, there’s no single target, the target is everything.

This plan can kill him too. In the same way, Yuki was killed by her own black hole.

“This better work,” you mutter and gnaw on your nail while you bounce your leg.

You can think of 3 different alternatives; one it kills Sukuna and Mahoraga at the same time but Satoru dies with them too. Two, none of them die and just get heavily wounded. Or three, this plan kills both Sukuna and Mahoraga and leaves your brother as the winner…

You want the latter.

Nevertheless, you watch Satoru get in the way of Mahoraga before it could reach blue. And the moment Mahoraga notices your brother, he blocks his face with his blade to prevent getting hit, thus letting Satoru quickly counter him by instead slamming his fist into Mahoraga’s chin.

All while that is processing though, Sukuna uses the shadows to appear behind his guardian, Mahoraga, and claps his hands together to point the tip of his fingers at Satoru’s red.

“He’s gonna hit it with piercing blood,” Choso murmurs under his breath.

You let out a deep breath, and feel your heart clench in your chest as you watch a blood arrow shoot towards red.

Satoru doesn’t seem bothered by the action, instead, he finds his way towards Sukuna and punches him across his torso.

“Too slow,” Sukuna says nonchalantly when he straightens up completely unbothered.

Once again Satoru passes him an unphased look and parts his lips to chant again. “Phase. Twilight. The eyes of prajñā.”

The blood arrow was redirected and hits blue, but following the incantations Satoru activated its output, so piercing blood is absorbed, letting you let out a sigh of relief. Albeit small, but you still sigh.

“Nine ropes,” Satoru starts to chant again, rising the way your heart already pounds.

“Polarized light. Crow and Shōmyō. The gap between within and without.”

Amid his chanting Yuta calls out your name before he interjects sincerely. “I apologize. If a burden like me were out there, he wouldn’t have done this.”

“You just wanted to help Satoru, it’s okay,” you assure him and blink to look back at the screen, catching the last words before the big explosion.

“Hollow technique: Purple.”

Your breath catches, and you squint your eyes as a blinding explosion goes off silently for the first few seconds before the stereos shake the room with the deafening blast that destroys the city with its unbelievable power, leaving nothing but rubble…and two bodies left standing.

Sukuna. And Satoru!

Mahoraga is gone, turned to nothing but dust, which turns out to be a fourth alternative you didn’t think about. A good alternative.

“Good job,” you whisper to your brother from your seat, and can’t help but share your proud smile.

This can lead to the end…

“An unlimited purple not bound by any specific target. It even hit me!” Satoru’s smug voice echoes as he walks out of a cloud of dust with smoke rising off the wounds he suffered because of the blasts.

“But sure enough, there’s a difference in damage,” Satoru goes on and comes to a stop in front of a limping Sukuna missing a part of his arm, and covered in blood, and fresh scrapes. “I guess my cursed energy pool is just that huge. Welp, all’s well that ends well! I totally crushed the improv with that remote purple don’tcha think?”

“Come on kill him already,” Choso mutters impatiently, making you lean towards him with a happy smile.

“It’s Gojo who regained his reverse cursed technique output through those black flashes,” Kusakabe breaks the stunned silence that filled the room. “Versus Sukuna with slowed healing, no Mahoraga, and an inability to do a lick of damage without amplification.”

“Satoru is just that great,” you finally admit with no urgency to keep it a secret so Satoru wouldn’t hear it and grow his grande ego.

“Does this mean…” Yuji trails off with disbelief as he watches the screen wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” Kusakabe says. “Gojo wins.”

He just needs to execute a final technique and he will win.

Just do it.

Satoru takes a step forward, and you catch a snowflake falling on the other side of the screen. The first snow of winter finally started.

Soon you can come home with Satoru, Choso, Yuji, Kirara, Hakari, and Satori, and you’ll be able to enjoy the snow; tea, or hot cocoa while you watch a movie and stay warm inside. Soon you can go home together.

You can’t help but rejoice at that thought and smile faintly to yourself.

All Satoru needs is a finishing move…

Your body eases at that relieving thought, and you draw out a deep breath and blink. Albeit, as soon as you blink suddenly a sharp whoosh of wind comes out of the stereo followed by the fulsome sound of flesh being slashed.

You fixate your eyes on a different screen and…suddenly it feels like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You abruptly freeze and your jaw drops as your eyes widen in horror.

Your surroundings vanish as your focus forces you to just stare dumbfoundedly at the top half of Satoru’s body sliding off the bottom half of his body, and hitting the floor with an awful thud that manages to disrupt your ability to hear anything.

However, what you see can’t be true, it’s not true. Your brother is not gushing blood out of his mouth on the ground. One of his arms isn’t ripped off him and on the ground across from him. He’s not lying still on the cold ground. That’s not him, it’s not real. It’s a cruel joke.

This isn’t real…

Yet no matter how much you want the screen to change to your brother ending this fight and winning, the image of Sukuna standing proudly over his lifeless body doesn’t change. So you squeeze your eyes shut and drop your head to wish for it to change back. You plead under your breath with unknowing tears rushing down your cheeks.

Choso stands in front of you and grabs your shoulders to try and aid in your distress, but you’re actually not aware of his touch, you can’t hear him repeatedly say your name as if he’s pleading for your life, you sit frozen pleading that none of this is true.

You want this to be a dream.

You want to go back. You don’t want to feel your heart breaking again. Not again. You want to go back to your family home, back when you were young because you were unaware of the anguish life had in store for you, because then Satoru still had his life ahead of him. You want to go back home…

“Please, please,” you repeat like a broken record.

Choso shakes you and finally breaks you away from the clutches of your numbing shock. You meet his gaze and see his soft and pretty brown eyes full of pity and anguish. Not for what just happened, but for you and your pain.

“Listen to me, my love, listen to me,” he murmurs and slides his hands up to grab your cheeks and try to talk you down so you can go on with the plan you have, but it’s at the feeling of his soft touch against your rigid body that you feel the sharp waves of your heart-shattering. You feel your entire being slowly wither as you realize what happened to the brother you love.

Death took him. Death took your home, your only older brother Satoru. The man who loved you when your family gave you the cold shoulder is gone. He’s not breathing no matter how long you watch in wait. He’s gone…and you can’t breathe now.

You grab at Choso’s arms for support as you gasp for air, but the weight of your anguish pushes you off your seat and knocks you down to your knees.

“Just look at me,” Choso tries to help you. He calls your name and tries to hold you up, but you slip from his hold and fall on your hands and knees to try and find a way to breathe from there.

But to no avail, you don’t feel the relief of a fresh breath running through your lungs, your mind repeats the sound of the deadly slash cutting through Satoru’s body. The image of his bleeding and lifeless body on the cold ground tortures you, sending waves of pain throughout your body that shoves you further into an abyss.

How can you be here again? First Suguru, Kiyoshi, the twins, Nanami, and Yuki.

How can you be here again?

You don’t want to feel grief's heavy shawl again. You don’t want to feel it again. You don’t want Satoru to be…gone.

You plead desperately again as you beg for a breath, leaving yourself unaware of your surroundings until Choso’s grasp startles you as he pulls you up, and pins your arms to your side.

You think he’s going to make you hold his gaze again and try to talk you down, but this time he pulls you against him and protectively wraps his arms around you to squeeze you against him with a tight force that washes you over with comfort.

So much in fact that you finally let yourself breathe as you cling onto him as if he’s life support.

“Choso,” your voice quivers.

Choso caresses the back of your head and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head as he coos, “I know. I know. I’m here.”

You dig your nails into his back and dig your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you croak into his neck as your tears soak his flesh.

“It’s okay,” he tries to soothe you.

But you’re restless, you pull back and face him. Choso brings his hands up and cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” his whisper breaks. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

You grab his hands and shake your head. “No, no. Don’t say that. Please…don’t say that,” you beg with streaks of tears rushing down your face. “Please, Choso…you have to do something…please honey. Please.”

Choso swallows thickly and tears form in his eyes. Before he can only step on the shattered pieces of your heart you keep going as if trying to persuade him. “I can’t tell Satori, I can’t tell her someone else she loves is dead.”

Choso wipes your tears with his thumbs and presses his forehead against yours to talk to you like that because he knows this touch is comforting for you as much as it is for him.

“My love,” he murmurs and gently speaks your name with sadness clinging to his voice. Sadness and comfort.

Yet as much as he wants that to help, it’s no use. His voice registers in your mind, but bloody images of your brother's body flashes in your mind and it’s like getting slammed with that realization for the first time all over again.

This time though there’s no struggle to breathe, this time you don’t try to fight the truth before you. You know the truth, you feel it torturing you without mercy. This time as you slip your grasp from Choso, and drop to your hands and knees you let out a heartbroken wail that silences everyone and makes everyone be hit with another wave of anguish.

Hakari, Kirara, and Yuji see you shaking and sobbing, and the only person who can manage to say something is Hakari. Kirara is too stunned, and Yuji is also still processing what he just saw.

“Master,” Hakari calls out.

You press your lips together and swallow back a thick lump of stinging emotions before you meet Hakari’s stricken gaze. You want to say something, but you can’t find anything comforting to say. You want to tell him you’ll be okay, but that’s not true, so you can’t even form the words in your head. Tears escape you again as another wave of anguish strikes you.

“It’s not the end,” Hakari's words hit your ears.

You’re left speechless with his words repeating in your head and finding some resolve. But not enough, it threatens to slip away until Choso swoops in and grabs your cheeks to lift your head and face him.

He says your name in a gentle and soothing way that makes you melt in his grasp and cry more.

“I know you just want to be here and cry,” he says, “but we need you. We need you to be strong. I need you to be strong. I know it sounds impossible, but Hakari’s right, it's not the end. There’s still plans to see through. People need you to do your part. Do you hear me?”

You hold his gaze and don’t say anything, so he enforces himself and slides one hand down to place it over your heart like you did with him when you first met and you told him for the first time that he was human. You were the first person to tell him that, you were the first person to help him feel human.

Now he’s the first person to break through your grief.

“It hurts I know,” he whispers against you as he uses his other thumb to caress your cheek. “But I need you to fight.”

You blink repeatedly and slowly lay your hand over his hand that he has pressed against your beating heart.

“Fight for him,” he says words to try and comfort you and fuel your motivation in a way he knew how. “Fight for your brother. Avenge him. And let's finish what he started.”

You nod as the words slowly sink in.

“Stand up and fight. Stand up and help Okkotsu finally get rid of Noritoshi Kamo. Fight my love so you can home to your girl. For him, your brother Satoru Gojo.”

“And you.” You say hoarsely.

Choso blinks repeatedly in disbelief and for now he pushes away how flustered you make him to comfort you. “Hm. Get up and fight. You’re strong. You have a strong heart. So live on, we need you.”

That’s right, isn’t it?

You have a duty, plans to see through to bring an end to this horror. As much as you want to curl up and cry, you can’t, you have to do as Choso says. You have to fight.

You have to get up and kill Kenjaku so you can then kill that bastard Sukuna.

You will be his demise. You will be death. Again.

“Okay,” you mutter to Choso.

Choso lets out a deep breath and offers you a gentle smile before he presses a sweet and short kiss on your lips.

“Don’t leave me okay?” You plead more than you ask.

“Never,” he promises from the bottom of his beating heart, and seals that promise with another kiss before he helps you to your feet.

And the moment you get up Shoko softly calls your name, pulling your attention to her standing close, and getting welcomed with another wave of grief as you see her own in her eyes and the tears that pool within them

Nothing is said about what happened and who you lost, but you both know you share the same deep ache just by staring into each other's soul, so you seek comfort in each other's embrace.

“Yuta’s waiting for you, okay?” Shoko says and doesn’t verbally touch on the other matter, you can’t speak on it because you’ll fall deeper into the abyss, and this time she’ll be dragged with you. That’s why you share that grief with the embrace, and when you pull back you speechlessly share your condolences in between your gleaming gazes.

“You better come back,” she says as she grabs onto you with a fear of letting go. “Please.”

She’s lost just as much, making you the last person she has close to her heart.

“I will,” you assure Shoko. “I swear.”

Shoko lets out a deep sigh and nods softly before she lets you go, letting you walk to Hakari standing close by.

“I believe in you Kinji,” you share a bit more tenderly than you intended. You wanted to be motivational considering when you come back he’ll be fighting Uraume. But oh well you don’t regret sounding too affectionate even if you are around his friends. “You have luck, and most importantly strong will. Just don’t play stupid.”

Hakari scoffs and nudges your arm. “Never. Not in my game.”

You share a soft laugh before you offer him a tender smile. “I’m proud of you. I just need you to know that. I’m proud of you, and Kirara,” you also mention them and glance over at them with the same affectionate look. “Fight hard, the both of you. And most importantly stay alive or I will drag you back just to scold you.”

Kirara chuckles before they close the gap between you with an embrace.

You’re taken back by the gesture even if you’re used to it by them, but feeling them embrace you without needing to ask for one and with an immeasurable amount of affection always surprises you.

“I’ll make it back,” you assure them as you return their embrace. “Kenjaku will hardly be an obstacle if all goes according to plan.”

“We’ll be counting on your return, master,” they whisper before they mumble, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

Your hand stiffens for a moment, but you then realize that you can’t just freeze and break down at the mention of your brother. Not right now, so you let out a shaky breath and pull back to grab their shoulders. “Be careful Kira.”

You look over at Hakari and direct the same thing at him. “You be careful too.”

“Always,” he winks at you and shoots you a smirk.

You scoff with amusement before you back away and turn to face Choso and Yuji.

Now you know you don’t have time to spare, but you have to get your point across to Yuji, so before saying your goodbyes to Choso, you instead approach his brother who is caught by surprise as he didn’t expect you to get so close.

“Listen,” you don’t take time to warm up to him. “You have a gift, Yuji, and great strength. Don’t let Sukuna tell you otherwise. But,” you add seriously while you carefully grab one of his arms and pierce your serious gaze into him so he can engrave what you say in his soul. “With this power and strength might come a responsibility that will fall on your shoulders. I wouldn’t want it to be up to you, and I know Choso doesn’t want it either, but if it falls on you, listen to your heart,” you say and point at his chest. “And your mind. Don’t get discouraged, it might happen, but fight and listen and you’ll know what to do. And whatever you choose it will be okay, it doesn’t make you any less strong. Hm?”

Yuji’s eyes soften and he doesn’t respond, but he offers you a grateful smile as he nods in comprehension.

“Good,” you say and pat his shoulder. “Be careful out there all right?”

“You too,” he redirects sweetly, making you offer him an assuring smile before you turn away from him and approach Choso, choosing to immediately meet him with an embrace.

“Please be careful,” he tells you with worry that makes his voice quiver. “Please.”

Now that you’re in his arms you lose that confidence you held for the kids and shed tears. “Please live,” you press him too. “Please. I don’t want to raise these babies without you.”

Choso pulls back to grab your face and try and comfort you the best way he can even if he’s uncertain of the future. “I promise I will fight to stay by your side. I swear it. You will not raise the twins alone.”

You lean into his touch and gently grab his wrist. “I love you,” you murmur as you hold his soft brown eyes.

A smile spreads on his face and doesn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you.”

You offer him a wobbly grin and lift your head off his hand to slide your hand over to grab the sides of his neck and assure him of something that’s been irritating him. “When I come back I will come with a piece of Noritoshi. I will avenge you, your brothers, and your mother.”

Without saying anything and making the unbelievable possible he falls deeper in love with you at the promise of revenge for him and those he deeply cherishes.

“I give you my word,” you press and manage to smirk. “Our kids will be able to live their lives without fearing your father.”

You will also get justice for the fact that Kenjaku took Suguru’s body, and killed Yuki, but you don’t tell Choso those parts. You keep it to yourself.

“You will find peace without him roaming this earth,” you finish making him grin.

“I love you,” he asserts proudly before he leans in and crashes his lips on yours to take you in for a passionate and lingering goodbye kiss.

You almost don’t intend to pull away, but you can’t stay here a moment longer, so even if it pains you, you pull back, leaving yourselves connected by a string of saliva that he wipes off.

“I’ll make my way back,” you add one more ounce of comfort before you leave him with a peck on his lips and then walk to Okkotsu patiently waiting for you.

Before you can reach him albeit, you dig your hand into your pocket and pull out your beloved Worm cursed spirit.

“Let’s get Suguru back,” you tell him confidently as he stretches himself so you cling him on your shoulders before you walk out with Okkotsu leading the way.

You’re an unlikely pair, but it’s what has to happen to kill Kenjaku.

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*GOJO. WHERE? UNKNOWN*

A morbid silence set upon the group of men as Satoru finally really, deeply processed what happened, how the end of his life came to be.

And he knows that there isn’t anything that could’ve been done to avoid his fate, not when it came to someone like Sukuna, but…he’s dead now. Gone!

His mind is racing with that reality, and he badly wants to share it all to make sense of the whole thing, but he also already said all he needed to say with his friends, so he’s stuck just listening to his mind make sense of the craziness that is dying.

That is until one person comes to mind, someone he hasn’t talked about, someone that now weighs down on his heart; you.

Dying without regrets is something he wants to stick to, so he won’t regret dying and leaving you, but if he could change things he would make it so he wouldn’t have left you. After all, he promised he’d protect you, didn’t he? Now that he’s gone he can longer do that…

Just like he can no longer see Satori or the other kids you are going to have. He can no longer make up for lost time, or really make up for leaving that day 11 years ago. He can’t do anything with you anymore, he can only talk about you.

“So,” he rolls out casually and slowly glances over at Suguru. “Your wife…” he trails off and Suguru blinks before setting his gaze on Satoru and directing him a questioning look.

“What about her?” Suguru asks cautiously.

Satoru huffs as he nods slowly. “11 years huh?”

Suguru narrows his gaze and starts to predict where this could go. “Yeah—”

“Thanks for the invite to your wedding by the way,” Satoru just cuts him off, making Suguru huff. “I would’ve liked to be there to walk my sister down the aisle.”

“If it’s any consolation I didn’t get invited either,” Nanami interjects with a small smile.

“Me neither,” Haibara cuts in and jokes around, making all three men look at him and snicker before the focus is drifted back on the topic.

“Anyway—”

“Anyway,” Suguru cuts Satoru off now. “You know why you weren’t invited so please just drop it.”

Satoru parts his lips to argue, but there’s no point because Suguru is right…he wasn’t invited because you didn’t talk with him, you were still mad at him, so whatever, he’ll leave it be. Now albeit! Off to something else.

“Great kid, by the way, she really has spirit.”

Satoru smiles and at the same time he swallows thickly as he thinks about you having to tell Satori he’s gone; She’s going to be so sad…

When he looks over at Suguru however before he can feel anguish, he sees that Suguru is hunched over, with his head on his hand, and his face covered so it's impossible to see his reaction on the matter.

“Yeah,” Suguru whispers softly. “She takes after her mother.”

Satoru keeps looking at Suguru to wait for a small expression, but Suguru keeps his face hidden.

“You…did good raising her, she’s a good kid,” Satoru adds. “A lot nicer than her mother.”

Suguru finally raises his head and when Satoru’s eyes set on him he sees that there’s tears welled in his brown eyes. But even still, Suguru makes sure to correct him. “It wasn’t just me who raised her,” he says, and then says your name too as a reminder of who was also there to raise his beloved daughter. “We raised her together.”

“Well,” Satoru says softly. “You guys did good…I mean it surprised me that she knew about me.”

A smile finally breaks on Suguru’s features, a soft one filled with longing. “Thanks, and…she never wanted you to be a stranger to Satori. We would tell her stories and so would Nanami. Besides everything else, your sister never stopped loving you. When Satori was born…I would see how much she wanted you to be a part of her life again.”

The ache in Satoru's heart was already deep enough, and now hearing this?

He almost wants to cry but he doesn’t let himself do so, instead, he just smiles sadly at the ground.

“Did you know that Satori talks to me every night,” Suguru lets Satoru know with a hint of sorrow but also joy. “It doesn’t matter if she’s feeling really tired, or if it's past her bedtime, and she doesn’t care where she is, she always talks to me before she goes to bed…” Suguru pauses and drops his head again, this time the tears are obvious as Satoru watches them fall on the ground.

“She tells me about her day, what made her mad or sad. She tells me about what tooth she lost or if her mother was sad or mad. She…never forgets about me…”

“I know,” Satoru whispers as he keeps his eyes set on him. “My sister never lets her forget. And she tells me too—she would tell me too.”

Suguru swallows thickly and nods while his smile never leaves his face. “I try to visit her in her dreams. She always gets happy…it will never be the same as actually seeing her, but…for a moment it feels like I’m with her again….I miss her. I miss the both of them…” he whispers in a way that Satoru would’ve missed if he wasn’t so close.

Satoru would’ve also missed the tears that still fell from Suguru’s cheeks.

And seeing him so upset over something he can only long for now made him feel the need to comfort his best friend, but he just stays in his seat and feels bad without consoling his friend. Instead, he interjects with something else. In hopes that would help. “Well, your wife is married to a short man with blood manipulation.”

Behind him, Nanami shares a judgmental click of his tongue, not to be aimed at Choso or you, but it was for Satoru’s abrupt and thoughtless change in subject.

Yet Satoru doesn’t care, he goes on to complain. “I mean it wasn't even a year since you died and she married him.”

Suguru wipes the tears off his cheeks and slowly sits up with his eyes still averted. “Yes,” he says bluntly. “I know.”

Satoru leans forward abruptly. “Does that not make you mad? I mean, my sister, your wife is with another man. Whom she’s having babies with!”

Suguru shoots him a pointed glare. “You didn’t even like me and your sister together, Satoru, why do you care now?”

Satoru sputters and then scoffs and counters. “I was just looking out for you and her. You’re my best friend and she’s my sister, I didn’t want either of you to get hurt. I didn’t want to potentially face any of that trouble. And I care now because, I don’t know, it feels like she hasn’t processed you or what happened. Her fear of being alone let her get carried away before she could even process what happened.”

Suguru meets his gaze with a hardened glare and makes sure Satoru sees his frustration and disappointment for what he just said about you.

“You don’t really know your sister do you?” He retorts.

Satoru opens his mouth but Suguru interjects before he can say something stupid. “Your sister loves her children the way she wanted to be loved. She hates the way they taught her to hate. And she grieved me with every fiber of her being. I saw her, I would see her cry every night. I saw how depressed she got, how she hid it from the girls, from you. I saw her not value her life, she contemplated dying to ease the ache. So seeing her be happy, seeing someone make her smile is not something I’m mad about, I’m glad. All I want is for her to be happy, it sounds cliche, but it’s true because I love her, why would I want her to be miserable?”

Okay yeah, Satoru deserved that one. After all, he wants you to be happy too. He didn’t really see how hurt you were, maybe that’s why it was so easy to make assumptions and be mad for someone else.

He also never let himself see how much Suguru loved you, and how much you loved him. Sure running off with him required some kind of affection, but a part of him took you leaving with Suguru as some desperate move because you had no one else to go to. But once again he’s been proven wrong and learning again that you loved each other for real and a lot deeper than he ever considered.

However, there can’t be anything done about it now. Not even regret, so he decides to press Suguru one time. For the hell of it. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be jealous. You’re not even a little mad that your wife is with someone else?”

Suguru holds his gaze for a moment with a look of annoyance and disbelief at what was just said. However, he then drops his head and sighs. “Yes, I’m jealous that my wife is married to someone else…but it’s not like she can wait on someone that’s already dead. I can’t—”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Satoru cuts him off smugly as he sits back in his seat. “Don’t bore me with sappy shit.”

“You’re annoying,” Suguru grumbles and turns away. “Besides you killed me hence taking me away from my wife and my daughter,” Suguru is not afraid to say, making Satoru snap his head towards Suguru and gasp.

Yet there’s nothing that can be said, it’s true. As much as it hurts him, it’s true so he takes it.

Instead, he adds one more thing filled with sorrow. “I really hurt her now didn’t I?”

Suguru shifts in his seat and nods. “She knows that nothing could’ve been done to prevent what happened, but yes, you really hurt her this time.”

Satoru scratches the back of his head and whispers under his breath. “Damn it.”

A/N- I hope you guys liked it!! And thanks to @adrlsbbdbd for giving me the idea to add a Suguru and Satoru convo!!

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“Be the one Fallen from Grace, be Death”

~ ?, Sugar

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CATCH UP, CATCH UP before the next chapter!!! It’s gonna be a big one!!

Choso and you act like mom and dad to Yuji, and there might be a Suguru flashback in this chapter!!

Chapter 34 Two birds on a wire…

Chapter 34 of Sugar

A/N- I love how this chapter turned out!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff, violence and blood, mention of sexual intentions and hints at sexual activities, SPOILERS!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- 230-234 (but only half of 234) of the manga

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*2 DAYS AGO*

“Do you remember how I can tell your future from reading a palm?” You break the silence of the room and stop messaging Choso’s foot.

“Hm,” he hums to let you know he remembers whilst he continues to gently massage your own foot. “Can you read feet too?”

You snort. “No! I’m curious if that’s a thing though…” you trail off and think for a second about that possibility before you return to what you want to do. “Anyway, come over here and give me your hand.”

Choso drops your foot and obediently crawls over to the other side of the bed to lay beside you and give you his hand, palm facing down, making you flip his hand the first thing you do before raising it slightly, and letting the soft morning sunbeams peeking through the curtains bask his palm, whilst he lays his head on your chest.

“What does it say?” He asks groggily.

You study the intricate lines on his palm and respond softly. “Let me read the lines on your palm first. Now remember I was probably scammed when the lady read my palm so take your future with a grain of salt.”

Choso shares a soft and short chuckle while he awaits to hear his future with his eyes closed considering you haven’t really slept at all because of your passionate activities after your wedding.

“Oh,” you muse and trace his heart line from under his index finger all across his other fingers. “You have a deep and long heart line. That means you’ll have an excellent and fortunate love life with a special someone…” you trail off and pick up your hand to connect your palms.

“Oh and look,” you point out sweetly. “Our heart lines connect.”

Choso shifts his head up to take a peek, letting you feel his lips spread on the side of your boob, which in turn sends jolts of electricity down to your sore core that he abused all night until dawn. “Do you say that to all your past lovers to make them swoon?” He teases.

You snicker and nod. “Yeah actually. I act all cute and innocent and draw my heart line to match theirs so I can play this trick. It has them on their knees by the time I’m done.” You roll your eyes and chuckle before you tilt your head down to press a kiss on Choso’s head. “But seriously, no, ours connect though, I noticed that.”

Choso uses his other hand to bring it up and trace your heartlines that uncoincidentally connect like a puzzle.

“What do you suppose it means then?” He asks.

You smile giddly and shrug. “Well, I like to think that it means that we were meant to be. How romantic is that?”

Choso grins softly. “I had my doubts about you, but I see that you’re right now,” he teases, making you grow smug. He then probes and feeds into your curiosity. “What does this line mean?” He asks as he points at a random line on his palm.

“That,” you roll out and click your tongue. “Is a nothing line, it means nothing. Now leave the palm reading to me.”

“You don’t know do you?” He asks nonchalantly.

You answer bluntly, “no. But!” You go on a bit louder. “Your lifeline—oh!” You exclaim.

“What?” He asks a bit more interested now.

You sit up and sigh. “Your lifeline is faint, there’s no prediction, your life is spontaneous so live your life like any day is your last. You beautiful human.”

Choso smiles shyly as he hums and you point to a little line on the edge of his palm and gasp dramatically, causing him to gasp too. “What?”

“Your money line,” you laugh at him, making him groan. “Your money line is short and broken, you will live a stable life and have an incredibly rich and beautiful spouse.” You say teasingly and tilt your head down as he tilts his head up to meet your gaze that’s fiercely blazing thanks to the sunbeams kissing your eyes.

“Will I?” He asks and pulls his hand off yours to push himself up and crawl up to let his face hover over yours, and his body heat embraces you so tenderly.

“Hm.” You coo and slither your arms around his neck. “I know so.”

“Will I fall in love with her the moment I lay my eyes on her?” He plays along. “Will she have beautiful white hair that’s like the color of snow? Will she be the best thing that has ever happened to me?”

You smile softly and start caressing the back of his neck with your long nails, causing him to let out a small satisfied hum as you answer him. “You will live quiet lives, raising your children, 7 probably because she has two that aren’t hers but she loves them as if they were, and a third one that is hers and also loves with her whole heart. And then you’ll have four more because she wants a big family,” you share quietly and can’t help but grin, whilst he laughs softly.

“You will make her very happy every day you’re alive,” you add in a honey-laced voice. “You’ll make her feel grateful that she gets to be so fortunate enough to be loved by someone who saw right through who she really was and still loved her for it.”

Choso’s smirk fades to a soft smile and his eyes fill with awe as his breath hitches, and a tint of red paints his face.

“Well then…” he pauses and holds your gaze. He then parts his lips to go on with the role-playing, but he smiles widely and leans in to whisper against your lips. “I love you.”

You giggle and slide your hands to his cheeks. “I love you too,” you assure him and lean in at the same time to meet each other for a deep and passionate kiss that leads him to roam his hands up and down your body that he already knew better than the back of his hand. He didn’t even have to see you, he’s marked your body with his lips so many times already that he would be able to recognize you with a single touch.

Even a whiff of your sweet scent would be enough for him to be able to recognize you; he’s so enticed by your scent that he engraved it in his memory.

If he could, he would always be near you, touching you, and kissing you in every part of your body that makes you smile, but he has to hold himself back. Like now he has to pull back.

And when he does pull back he starts to smirk so you grow curious. “What is it?” You probe.

“I can see the future,” he reveals as uses his thumb to rub small circles on your hip.

You raise a brow and press him. “Oh? I mean you're old enough for that to actually be a possibility. You’re 150 years old honey, I kind of believe you.”

Choso scoffs and shakes his head, but he can’t help but laugh before he goes on and questions you. “Well, then are you ready to know what's about to happen?”

You smirk and nod eagerly. “Please.”

“I am about to go downstairs and make you breakfast,” he says. “I’ll bring it up here since it’s cold outside and we’ll have breakfast in bed.”

“Oh,” you coo in amusement while you move your hands back to twirl a strand of his hair on your finger. “I like the sound of that. And maybe I’ll have some strawberries on the side? And then you after? In the shower. Do you see that in the future?”

Choso smirks and even if he gets flustered he nods. “I see it.”

You beam at him and lean in to pepper his face with kisses, making him grin before he pulls away and climbs off the bed, letting you grow smug as you see how his back is decorated with old and fresh scratch marks of pleasure, and grow hot as you watch how his muscles move so fluidly as he puts on his pants. When he turns to face you your smirk deepens and you can’t help but shoot him a flirty quip.

“You have a sexy back.”

Choso blinks in surprise as if that’s the first time hearing you compliment him like that, making you giggle and wink at him.

“Hurry back,” you purr and turn around to show off your bare ass that’s marked with bruises from his slender fingers. “I hate being lonely.”

Choso lets out a deep amazed breath as he lets his eyes greedily linger on your body for a moment longer before he turns and leaves in a hurry so he can come back quicker to you, his wife.

——

*NOW*

Okay, yes now that you take a deep breath you realize that Choso didn’t deserve to be snapped at the way you snapped at him mere moments ago. He was only trying to help you and there’s no excuse you can say about it either.

Especially now because Mahoraga is disappearing into the depths of the shadows, leaving only a wheel above Sukuna’s head.

“What's up?” Sukuna directs at your brother casually. “You look like you have something on your mind.”

“Not really,” Satoru retorts. “It just warms my heart seeing you so desperate.”

Only he could joke around so much when he’s so close to death. Then again you try to do the same before you get too upset to keep any kind of amusement going.

“Look who’s talking,” Sukuna snaps back with a chuckle? A chortle?—whatever, he cackles maliciously, so you take this time as they're staring into each other's eyes to back up and sit back down, feeling a one-sided tension fall on your shoulders and grip at your throat.

You almost feel like Choso’s honey-infused eyes are burning into you, you feel the side of your face burning, but when you steal a glance at him he has his eyes ahead. So it’s your mind just playing cruel tricks.

“Unlimited void, an ability that activates once inside your domain…honestly, I figured it was going to be a real pain,” Sukuna yaps on while he reaches his arm across his chest to stretch the muscles on his arm—“That’s why, my first move was to take that card out of the deck.”

Smart or afraid?

“While unable to use my amplification within the domain, I had Megumi Fushiguro adapt to unlimited void using his ten shadows technique,” Sukuna continues. “As a result, I couldn’t use my cursed technique other than what was imbued to my domain, I suppose that paid off in its own way.”

Smart.

“All he took was the process of adaptation, and not the resulting adaptation right?” Satoru points out and you notice that he’s growing more smug. “Sukuna, you haven't actually adapted Megumi's soul itself to unlimited void. If I open my domain again Mahoraga won’t be able to bail you out.”

Don't do it!

You blink in disbelief and feel your whole body grow bitterly cold as you realize that what he’s about to do is a stupid move.

He already bled from his nose! No matter how strong he is, he’s not immune to strains!

Stupid idiot!

“I’ll destroy it with one attack,” Satoru says and brings his hand sign up, causing you to dig your nails in your palm so hard that they cut through your skin. Not like you actually feel a single sting through the stress winding your stomach when Satoru bleeds more and nothing opens.

“You can no longer open your domain,” Sukuna teases him nonchalantly, and it’s something you already knew.

Satoru is such a stupid idiot!

“What just happened?!” Kusakabe bellows at the screens.

You knew it! Damn it. Now he’s put even more strain on his stupid brain!

What he did…

Tsk.

This is like watching a sports game, except for all of the stress and none of the fun.

“Using reverse cursed technique to heal your exhausted innate technique looks like you’ve strained yourself quite a bit,” Sukuna points out the obvious and goes on yapping about the inner workings of cursed technique and rct on the brain as if Satoru didn’t know!

Maybe that’s why Sukuna and Kenjaku get along, they both like just flapping their lips at the oddest times.

“Even using that is way too risky!” Yuta refers to Sukuna’s explanation about Satoru using RCT to heal his burnt-out technique.

“The brain…” Kusakabe utters sounding muffled thanks to his hand over his mouth. “Especially the part of the brain where cursed techniques are concerned is a black box, it isn’t as simple as thinking about healing it, then doing just that.”

You drop your eyes and exhale deeply, feeling that tight grip loosen and letting your body feel only a bit at ease. Your muscles are still tight with stress, and that tension…is very much still alive.

“Based solely on the amount of times he’s done it already,” you hear Yuji ramble beside you. “He should be at death's door. He did something that reckless four times…”

As he pauses you look over and catch him counting on his fingers, only he has up three fingers instead of four. Thus you lean over and gently pull out a fourth finger to aid his difficult calculations.

“Ah,” Yuji gasps. “Right, thanks.”

You hum and find entertainment in his counting.

“So just seconds ago makes five,” Yuji says with five fingers out. He did it!

If you could count all the stupid things your brother has done you wouldn't have enough fingers or toes to count them on. You’ve only lived half of your life with him instead of the entirety of it like it was meant to be, but even then his recklessness surpasses every limit.

It’s best not to put up any expectations or he’ll break them one way or the other. It’s why you’re so damn stressed, you don’t know what to expect from your dear brother.

“I thought Gojo had been getting used to healing his brain, but it looks like he’s suffering the sequelae now,” Shoko interjects in a hoarse voice that lets you know that she hasn’t stopped smoking. “Sukuna’s done it fewer times, so he has more leeway than Satoru here.”

And the moment his name is spoken, Satoru tumbles on one knee and thanks to the bright daylight, you see his face gleaming with thick beads of sweat, and his face stained with blood running out of his nose. Which only makes that tight grip take ahold of you again to the point you feel like everything in your stomach is going to come up.

“You’ve reached a limit completely separate from healing flesh and bones,” Sukuna begins to proclaim ever so proudly and smugly. “Supposing you could expand your domain again, you’d perish the moment you did so. Not to mention the fact that you wouldn't be nearly precise enough to oppose me.”

This time Satoru doesn't counter with a witty remark, he glowers, but his silence is so deafening that even if you begin to realize something, tears still prick in the corner of your eyes as your worst fear could be seconds from coming to fruition.

“Next, I’ll close the barrier of my domain and you will be left with nowhere to run,” he rejoices maliciously. “And while I carve you to pieces I’ll even adapt to that infinity of yours.”

You gasp as if you had been suckered punch in the gut and feel your bottom lip push out to a shaky pout.

Choso watches what’s unfolding on the screen and slowly and carefully reaches for your fisted hand at your side. His cold touch startles you, but it’s not unwelcoming, the stress is making you sweat, and every second that passes your muscles only feel as if they tighten more, so his touch is refreshing, and works like a relaxer to your tightening muscles. You immediately feel comforted by a touch you had basically, rudely turned away moments ago when you were a bitch.

“This is goodbye,” Sukuna’s voice turns less brash and sounds almost like it’s laced with admiration. “You were born in an era without me and hailed as “the strongest”, and yet you turned out to be so painfully ordinary.”

Your face twists with agony even if you know deep inside the reality that’s about to strike. You grip onto Choso so tightly that he winces under his breath.

“Domain expansion,” Sukuna’s gravelly voice echoes out of every stereo. Skulls and bones from creatures you don’t recognize, and pieces of a structure are then born behind him, yes, but, before his domain can actually grow to completion it all explodes and blood pours out of Sukuna’s eyes, staining the whites of his eyes, while the blood that filters out of his nose stains the tight white robe he wears.

His brain, like Satoru's, is burned out. You realized that but your logic was clouded by your fear, so that’s what took control of your emotions, but now as you watch your brother push himself up unscathed, you draw in a deep breath to ease your nerves and just breathe.

You can never breathe properly when you’re anxious, or scared, but now your chest isn’t as tight—AS TIGHT, you still feel a weight, but now you’re relishing in the fact that your brother is still alive.

“Looks like it’s hitting you pretty damn hard!” Satoru exclaims as he mockingly laughs at his opponent before he points back and grins. “My students are watching, you know. I’m gonna go ahead and keep showing off.”

You laugh under your breath and can’t help but smile faintly and keep that smile as an expression of your relief whilst Satoru attacks a dulled Sukuna with punches.

“Maybe betting you would’ve made me the rich spouse,” Choso attempts to break the tension that was still in between you.

However, as an amused smile breaks out on your face that tension stays up as you’re interrupted.

“Who here has ever been seriously punched by Gojo?” Kusakabe asks the group.

“I’ve seriously punched him before,” Panda shares, making Yuji go on and finish that response.

“I didn’t end up touchin’ him though.”

“He’s punched me,” you share bregudgly and avert your gaze as everyone’s eyes fall on you. “He punched me last year.”

“Oh, oh,” Yuji exclaims. “Was it during the Night Parade?”

You sigh. “Hm. He was trying to…” You trail off as you remember one of the reasons why Satoru was fighting you last year and look at Choso beside you with a smirk. “…stop me from taking something.”

Choso glances over at you and you can’t hold your smug and teasing gesture, you have to show him a wide endearing smile.

Choso realizes you're referring to him and he mirrors your smile while his cheeks react by growing red.

“If by seriously punched you mean taken a blow from limitless technique,” Okkotsu brings focus back on the topic. “Then I have.”

“Same here.” Hakari raises his hand.

“His fist is enhanced with cursed energy,” Kusakabe finally gets to what he was leading up to. “And on the moment of impact, “blue” repeatedly absorbs the surrounding space,” he shares and slams his fist against his palm to give a demonstration.

“It isn’t just stronger,” Hakari shares by experience. “It feels like you’ve been clocked by a counterattack after preparing for a regular blow. It’s the absolute worst.”

You huff in agreement and feel as if you can recall the fucking feeling…

“Did it hurt?” Kirara asks with curiosity, and you can’t help but laugh nervously.

“It…made me puke,” Okkotsu and Hakari both say at the same time.

“Did it hurt you master?” Kirara now directs at you since they didn’t catch your response. And you swallow thickly and nod.

“It hurt,” you admit bluntly.

“Nanamin…” that name spoken by Yuji catches you off guard and for a moment you believe that man is going to walk out.

Only for a few seconds though.

“…had something to say about that too,” Yuji continues. “He said it was easy for Gojo to jab critical hits while other sorcerers like him struggled to perform them in the first place. He made a point to tell me not to compare myself to him.”

You hum and murmur, “he’s right…he was often right.”

How you wish he was here not only to help but so you could seek comfort in your best friend…

“What I’m trying to say,” Kusakabe interjects. “Is that from here on out, I don’t have a clue what Gojo’s doing. So don’t ask.”

Was anyone?

Regardless, you let out a deep sigh and take a glimpse at the screen, seeing your brother having fun literally dragging Sukuna through the ground.

Just like you dragged Kenjaku, it’s like you learned from one of the best. Or at least you learned playing with your victim from him too well.

Regardless Mahoraga isn’t out so you take this chance to break that tension between Choso and you. You can’t go on keeping things awkward and or pushing problems aside. That’s not you in relationships with your partners.

“Choso,” you call out quietly.

“Hm?” He probes with worry instantly expressing his kind eyes which only works to fill you with more guilt and the necessity to apologize.

“Come with me,” you say and make him more concerned as you take his hand and lead him to a hall away from the nosy audience.

“What is it?” He asks with worry obviously laced in his voice.

You meet his worried gaze and don’t hesitate for a second to express your remorse. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. You were only trying to comfort me and I snapped at you. I’m sorry.”

Choso lets out a deep breath and chuckles breathlessly at the floor. “Oh. I thought it was something else,” he says and looks up at you with a soft and enamored look. “It’s fine, Don’t apologize.”

You huff and part your lips to argue, but he cuts you off.

“Listen to me, I understand why you snapped at me, okay? You’re stressed. You’re watching your brother fight, I understand.”

You shake your head and grab his arm to argue. “No, it’s not okay. You wouldn’t snap at me. And me snapping at you because I’m stressed is no excuse. It’s okay to be annoyed at me, or mad.”

Choso steps closer to you and cups your cheek. “I have no reason to be mad at you. I told you I don’t like being mad at you.”

“But—”

“If you hurt me then I will have a reason to be mad at you, but as of now,” he interrupts you so you don't have to waste your breath sputtering out something foolish. “I understand.”

You scoff in disbelief and hold his gaze to share that same emotion before an affectionate smile breaks on your face, proving once again why it is that you love him so deeply.

He understands you deeply, he understands the inner workings of your soul as if he was a part of you.

So without saying the words ‘I love you’, you actually speechlessly say those meaningful words with a soft and enamored look that can’t be broken, and then lean in to press a quick kiss on his lips before you press your forehead on his and take in the feeling of presence that’s all for you.

You so badly want to break down at the feeling of him embracing you, but you stay strong and instead lay your head on his shoulder and let him hold you.

And it’s then that you break your silence in a quiet voice filtered with hints of sorrow. “Back when I was young…I used to be jealous of the attention my brother got,” you admit, which isn’t really hard to guess about you. It’s kind of obvious to guess if anyone tried it.

“My jealousy only got more profound when we both went to school,” you continue to share. “He would get praised and get looked at like he was some savior, a god amongst mortals. Even my mother would cast me aside in favor of Satoru as if I were some ugly painting no one understood. I would get sad, but after I realized that I would never be treated the same no matter how strong I got because I would never be a son, my sadness turned to anger and resentment.”

Choso’s hold tightens around you, and his fingers dig into your clothes as he clutches onto you.

“Now,” you go on and move your head to press your forehead on his shoulder, and sound muffled. “I hate the attention he gets because it means he has the responsibility on his shoulders to be the savior for our people. He has to fight alone.”

“But he’s not alone, he’s not doing this alone,” Choso says, making you pull back to face him with curiosity. “There's a responsibility he will always hold because he’s strong, but he’s not alone. He knows that because of you and all his students. We will win because of him.”

A wobbly smile slowly tugs on your face to express your speechless appreciation.

“And you,” he emphasizes by speaking louder, but still expresses his love for you. “You are not an ugly painting. You’re beautiful. Complex, but who isn’t? But you,” he whispers and cradles your cheek. “You, My Love, are breathtaking. And it’s a shame your family never saw that, or how strong you are. No one’s strength compares to yours. I know that, I’ve seen It since the moment we met.”

You grin at him and press your forehead on his before you lean in to steal a thankful kiss that you deepen by pushing your tongue in his mouth. When you pull back you gently tug back his bottom lip you caught between your teeth.

When you face him you still grin at him as bright as a shining sun and wipe his lip with your thumb. “This is why you’re the best. No one could ever make me feel the way you do.”

Choso blinks and queries. “Is that good or bad?”

You chuckle. “You tell me, I officially met you two months ago, and now we’re married and expecting twins.”

Choso scoffs shyly at the ground as he understands but you still assure him. “Definitely good. Oh, and you’re funny and hot.”

“Hardly.”

You smirk and press a last kiss on his lips.

“You know,” you say when you pull back. “You can pull me out to talk to me anytime. Just don’t obsess over the well-being of the twins, I’ll let you know if somethings wrong in that case.”

Choso scoffs and hesitates to respond considering the twins are all he will worry about regarding himself at the moment.

“Well then,” he mutters. “All I can say is that I’m nervous about you, Yuji, and our friends, but we haven’t gotten there yet so I’m okay.”

“Good,” you say with a relieved sigh and stare at him longly for a second. “Now I’m in need of some snacks…we should—”

Before you can finish he pulls out a ziploc bag with chips. “Just don’t finish them, I want some too,” he says. “I was going to bring dark chocolate for the both of us for our benefit, but it’d melt in my pocket so I opted for only chips.”

You look at him in awe before you giggle and take his arm.

“I knew you’d want something to munch on so I brought them,” he mentions proudly.

He knows you so well.

Now to go back, but you hesitate leaving and he waits with no argument. After a few minutes, you let out a deep breath and finally find the will to return.

Even though if you stay where you are maybe, just maybe nothing will happen to your brother…

But you also know you’re being a bit delusional, so you interject quietly. “Let’s go back.”

Choso hums and tows behind you as you return to the main hall where everyone is watching the grand battle. You however don’t look at the screen right away, you avert your gaze as you remember a specific day you returned home after being at the school for a while. You remember Satoru sharing a story of one of his complicated missions and the praise he got because he defeated the curses all by himself. You remember the praise he got, the pats that slapped his back as if he had just the saved world.

Most of all you remember your anger, jealousy, and resentment burning deep inside as you saw how much they loved him. You tried to fight what you felt poisoning your mind, after all he deserved all the praise because he was the strongest even then, and Satoru was never directly the one to make you feel left out (or he tried not to at least), but…you were a special grade sorcerer too, you had a remarkable technique that was rare too.

You were afraid, a bit weak then, but you fought just as hard, maybe even a little harder, and all you wanted was to be at least looked at the same way they looked at him.

If you had been born a boy perhaps your treatment would’ve been different, you would have been praised for what you could do. But you were born a woman, and they never bothered to even look your way when it wasn’t to get you in trouble. It wasn’t until you formed your family with Suguru that you were praised, you got pats on the back, and you were looked at with appreciation and admiration.

Perhaps that’s why you can’t part from Larue, Miguel, Toshihisa, and Manami, so easily. They gave you what you always longed for. As cruel as you all were, your love for each other was always genuine. And perhaps it’s your recalling of deep heartfelt, and hurtful emotions, or perhaps it’s your mind playing a sick game, but you remember a specific day several years ago when you, Suguru, and Larue saved Toshihisa from a town that treated him the same way the twins were treated.

It was unfair and horrible that people could mistreat and hurt a kid because he was born with abilities and techniques he didn’t ask for. He was different and the people that were supposed to protect and nourish him hated him for it, so you paid back their injustice with justice.

Of course, you started the attack that day, you remember now as clear as day; there was no wind, there was a chill, but it was typical since all the tall trees blocked the sun. The people of the town had settled down after the commotion you all made when saving Toshihisa, so it was easy for them to hear their wind chimes starting to play, and the branches starting to dance with a sudden breeze that started randomly.

You wanted to be a bit playful that day so as you played out your part you chose to have some fun. Instead of suddenly bombarding your enemy with a wind storm, you started by slowly raising the wind's speed.

What started as a gentle breeze sped up to rushing gusts that started to raise the pulses of the non-sorcerer townspeople. Your smugness heightened and so did the wind. Then things that were left discarded, leaves, loose dirt, and pebbles started to fly as the wind’s speed picked up, pulling out the non-sorcerers who had been inside their homes, and making those outside stop to look around as if they were looking for the cause amongst themselves.

You had remained hidden for the beginning as to keep them at their toes and have their hearts race as they wondered what cruel joke Mother Nature was playing, but after you made the wind race faster and start to pick up dirt, you stepped out to the top of a green hill and hid within a cloud of dirt to keep your identity a secret. However, your smirk and your malice could be felt as an evil presence, a demon who had chosen to come out and play with mortals.

You didn’t stop there, you remember that you could’ve let Suguru join in to bring a swift end and return home, but you were feeling a bit dramatic and vengeful that day, so you raised the amount of cursed energy you were using and threw your arms out towards the town to blast out wind to the point the howling wind began to roar.

You remember hearing houses shake, tree branches, and old or weak trees breaking. You remember the sound of glass breaking as things were being hurled out. You can still hear the screaming of people before the wind drowned out every cry.

Did you feel remorse then?

Not at that moment, you were so lost in the power, and the deep need to prove something to the sorcerers who would see reports later on what happened. You were proud of being able to blast out windows with the gusts of wind you could control, and the fact that you were so strong you could make the wind pick up to record-breaking speeds that were so violent that they barged through houses made of wood.

There was a moment that evening, a moment they thought was their salvation where the wind settled and a deafening silence fell, but you spoke words they couldn’t hear.

“Elemental cursed technique, fire dragon.”

You smirked and felt fire ignite from the dragon mark on your arm, making it glow a rageful red-orange that matched the color of your eyes.

The fire traveled down, licking your veins and flesh under your skin before hot flames started to seep out of your palms and slithered out to the sky. That wasn’t it, to create a fire dragon large enough to damage a town, you needed more fire, so you remember throwing your head back and letting fire creepily crawl out of your mouth like a snake would do in horror movies.

All that fire combined created a large fire-made dragon that blocked what little sun that shone down, and casted a large shadow on the town before its echoing roar broke the sky and let every non-sorcerer know that the wind wasn’t the end.

Raging fire fell down and the non-sorcerers cried out as they ran from the creature terrorizing them and the blasts of fire that rained down. Some got close to escaping on opposite sides of the town, but Suguru finally joined in and trapped them inside with a curse they could see because their death loomed, while on the opposite side, you use your technique to slither fire in front of them to barricade them before it furiously jumped and created a firewall of cursed energy imbued flames.

You didn’t stop there either, you finally felt the need to come out of hiding and strode through the tall wall of raging flames.

At first, you weren’t visible to their panicked vision, but as you strutted further in the fire they saw your figure take shape in the flames before they caught your eyes and your malicious smirk through the gaps of the dancing flames.

And you knew there was no need to walk down and come out of hiding, you had the advantage of being able to use your technique from afar, but you wanted to show the powerless that this was no act of god spiting them, this was you, you were no weak link, you were the great evil, you were death. You were in control and that filled you with a sense of glorious pride and made your blood pump with adrenaline

You could say that you remember feeling ashamed at that instant as they tried to desperately escape, or when you saw the once blue sky get littered with thick black clouds of smoke, but that wouldn't be the truth. You didn’t feel glee, you felt closer to your goal and proud that you got justice for their crimes, but you were far from feeling any sort of satisfaction.

When the dragon then landed on the town and you had it bath the town in more flames, instead of looking at the town with mischief, you remember dropping your lips to a scowl and furrowing your eyebrows to express your malice, but your eyes…well, the fire reflected your gleaming gaze and didn't at all express the rageful emotions you tried to maintain.

Suguru saw through you that day, of course…

“Not at all the look I was expecting after a marvelous display of your abilities…” he pauses and his voice softens. “Are you okay?” He asks.

Your eyes flicker down and your heart nervously skips a beat, but you still nod because a part of you does tell the truth. “I am…it’s just…I don’t know. It’s not easy. You know? After all the excitement and rush comes down I feel…” you pause as you’re at a loss for words since your mind comes up blank.

“Regret?” Suguru tries to finish your sentence.

You meet his gaze and shake your head. “No, of course not. Not regret. I can't describe it.”

Suguru hums and studies you to try and read what it is you can’t express, but he comes up empty in his search since you really don’t know. Thus he raises his hand to lick his thumb before he cleans soot off your face, making you smile.

“I would understand you know,” he whispers as if he can read your deep thoughts that you can’t even uncover. “You not wanting to take part in this part of our goal. That wouldn’t change a thing, not your place by my side, ever. You’d just not come out on field missions as much.”

You sigh and hold his gaze as you debate wanting to continue wiping out towns for the better of your dream. Your mind battles hard and bloody to pick a side.

But even if you thought you’d take long choosing between not being a part of this side of history or choosing to go on as you are. Your mind ends up choosing a side rather quickly.

Maybe it’s his dark eyes that look at you softly and bring clarity, or the warmth of his hand on your cheek that comforts every rising spike in your heartbeat, or simply his mere presence that makes you feel so safe and comforted that you know it’s all going to be okay with whatever you choose. Maybe it’s all three. But whatever it is, you know.

How could you live in a world without curses if non-sorcerers still roam the earth?

You can’t so you choose.

“No,” you share with growing confidence. “I don’t want to stay behind. I want to continue doing this, I want to achieve our goal side by side. And the only way I can do that is by helping eliminate non-sorcerers with my technique.”

Suguru hums with pleasure and offers you a soft heart-warming smile. “Great,” he whispers against your lips.

You glance at his lips and pull back. “Suguru, I have soot all over my face.”

He smirks and shakes his head. “So?” He snaps before he leans in to steal a slow kiss fueled with needy desire.

You grab his jaw and lean in closer as if trying to devour him.

Neither of you are in a rush so you linger in that heated kiss before you pull back and share a malicious smirk as you both feel a stronger need to achieve your mutual goal.

“You did amazing by the way,” he doesn’t forget to say. “Great control.”

You smile giddly and shrug cockily. “All in a day's work.”

Suguru chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’ll let you have that.”

“Yeah?” You ask as you turn to leave with your arm hooked around his.

“Totally, only because you left me in awe.”

——

Out of all the things you knew, what you didn’t know was what happened after that day.

Unbeknownst to you the higher-ups made Satoru go investigate what happened with other workers. Your own father and some other members of your family even went along after they heard about the disaster you and Suguru had left behind.

“Satoru,” his father's voice booms. “You have to kill your sister. She’s gotten out of control! She’s a weak link that could destroy us all.”

Satoru’s father swiftly turns around to face him with an angry glare. However, it’s not anger for what happened, he felt nothing for the injustice committed to the town, he was angry because of you, of the stain you were putting on the Gojo reputation. Your father was angry because you weren’t under their control, and because Suguru and you were gaining more power than he or any higher up could ever wish for.

“Satoru,” his father sighs and walks towards him with an attempt at sounding pitiful. “I know your feelings are conflicted, but that woman who did this is not your sister anymore. Listen, do your job as the clan leader, and as the strongest sorcerer, and get rid of this evil.”

Satoru holds his father's gaze under his dark shades as he does feel conflicted, but not in the way his father assumed.

If he had to kill you…he would…he knew that. Would he do it so easily? No, you were his sister. You would be one of the few people he would ever hesitate killing for the greater or good, so his conflict came from not knowing how to reach out to you.

“Perhaps we pushed her over the edge?” One of Satoru’s uncles tells his father. “We should have never let her leave with the technique she has! She should have married Naoya Zen’in like they wanted instead of letting her run around with that curse manipulator!”

Satoru’s father responds right away with a dry laugh and an untrue comment. “Ha, no. People this evil are born this way. There’s nothing we could have done.”

Satoru turns away and thinks to himself that you had been far from evil. You probably wouldn't have fallen from grace if they had treated you differently; you probably would’ve ended up staying. But they had a hand in pushing you away and turning you into who you are.

Not like they would ever see their wrongdoing.

He could correct them and defend you, but there was no point, they’d never understand or change their minds. He’d just be wasting his breath so he walks away to keep looking around. That’s when he comes to a sudden halt when he comes across a tall wall of fire still consuming a house. He doesn’t even need to read whose cursed energy seeped through every corner of the house and every inch of that fire, it all reeked of your presence. You were here, you…are here?

Satoru’s breath hitches and his pulse jumps as he notices a figure in the flames that looks like you. He can’t see a face or hear a thing. The figure stands there in the flames, so he stands there and watches the flames as if waiting for you to come out.

He wants to call out for you, he pulls his hand out of his pocket and feels a sense of relief and longing to see you. The flames move and he swears he sees a glimpse of your eyes glistening bright because of the firelight.

But as the flames move further away he discovers the figure is only rubble that had fallen. Of course, you were long gone, why did he think you’d still be here and so easy to find too?

Perhaps it was his heart's desire to see you again. And not just in a magazine or short clips of you on runways, he wants to see you face to face and talk and laugh again like you used to. The years that passed without you were too quiet.

Right now if you were here—well from what he remembers about you, you would be making fun of your uncle, pointing out how stiff he’s standing and if he clenched his muscles anymore he’d let out a fart. You would also point out how serious he tries to be in front of your father.

You’d grow bored after a while so you’d kick the rocks, you probably would have accidentally hit your father and ran away laughing so he’d take all the blame. After a while if you were still here you’d be dramatic and say you’d die if you stayed here any longer so you’d suggest leaving without letting anyone know, and he’d of course give in and leave with you even if it meant getting in trouble…

——

*NOW*

Yuji says that the wheel over Sukuna’s head needs to do two more spins before Mahoraga adapts to Satoru’s infinity technique, which finally places a meaning behind the wheel. You were clueless as to what its purpose was, but now you know.

And knowing how this battle is going, Mahoraga will adapt to his infinity before Satoru has a chance to kill Sukuna. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass, but you will try to be more positive to prevent any more outbursts like the one moments ago with Choso. So! Even if Mahoraga adapts then your brother will adapt too and find a way around it!

Yes!

Anyway, Yuji is worried about Satoru forgetting about Fushiguro…as much as you’d like him to live, you’re okay with letting him die if it means getting rid of Sukuna once and for all. It’s so cruel to think about, he’s young after all, and he has his whole life ahead of him, but if it means getting rid of one evil you’re okay with it. And you know Satoru thinks the same way, he can’t afford to think otherwise.

Nevertheless, you watch as Satoru holds onto Sukuna’s leg before kicking him away, somehow causing the wheel above Sukuna to spin, leaving one spin left.

“The third spin!” Hakari yells out what everyone is watching. “One more left!”

You clench your jaw and lean forward, propping your elbows on your legs.

“Is it time needed for the adaptation?” Yuji asks with concern. “Or is it experience?”

You wish you could answer, but you know a little bit about Mahoraga, the Zen’in’s were not keen on sharing that much information about it. All you know is from the stories left behind by your ancestors who watched someone fight that beast.

“Oh, I see,” Kusakabe interjects—which of course he does, he’s like a computer, he knows everything. Somehow—“you’re asking does it A, take the attack once and take time to understand it, and then adapt. Or, B, adapt incrementally after taking the attack multiple times. Well,” he sighs. “Considering Gojo hasn’t used any techniques aside from Lapse, which could it be?”

You analyze Sukuna through the screen, but who are you kidding? You won’t get shit.

“Either option is possible,” Kashimo is the one who answers. “That’s all there is to it.”

He’s…right…

Regardless, there’s nothing you can do to stop that damn wheel but watch it turn, and hope that somehow Satoru performs some miracle and kills Sukuna now.

That’s not likely, so you just hope with all your might that your brother can beat the mighty beast.

“Cursed technique reversal!” Satoru announces, stealing all your attention to him pointing his fingers at Sukuna after he finds his footing on the ground after being flung—“Red!”

A bright flash blinds the screens, making you be left in wonder as to what the outcome is.

But when the birds recording the fight recuperate their sight, it seems that Satoru’s technique didn’t hit. It seems! You know otherwise, there was no flash of red, and the damage on Sukuna and their surroundings wasn’t much at all, you know it hasn’t hit.

“What did he do?” Choso mutters in frustration.

You lift your head and drop your hands on your thighs whilst a smirk tugs on your lips. “Watch,” you whisper and steal a glance at him glued to the screens as he falls for Satoru’s trick just as Sukuna and everyone else does.

“He misread it!” Higuruma sounds alarmed. “At this rate…”

“It’ll adapt!” Yuji shouts and lets everyone else know.

But you…you still know otherwise.

“It’ll adapt,” you direct at Yuji as you watch Sukuna look smugly at your brother—“but just now what did you notice about the explosion?”

“Huh?” Yuji exclaims.

“Describe it to me,” you press excitedly

“Uh…”

“It wasn’t red,” Choso points out for his brother as he finally realizes why you weren’t stressed out too.

“Oh.”

You hum pridefully and nod.

“Such sloppiness,” Sukuna sneers. “Lost your cool after your hand was read.”

You let out a deep breath and rub your thighs as you’re filled with eagerness.

“You know that red just now,” Satoru finally reveals his play with his eyes wide with determination. “Still hasn’t exploded.”

Sukuna’s eyes peel open and before he can even think of countering, Satoru’s Red shoots Sukuna in the back, making his spine crack violently, and leaving Satoru a chance to lunge forward and strike him with a mighty black flash!

A black flash!

“A black flash!” You exclaim and jump to your feet.

The screens reflect the wheel hitting the ground as Sukuna blanks and spills blood out of his mouth and the wounds he gathered after the violent explosion.

However, success isn’t guaranteed, no matter what Sukuna’s state is, because somehow even if the wheel is on the ground, a shadow casts on the ground below Satoru’s feet before Mahoraga emerges and snatches your brother with his giant hand.

“Satoru,” you gasp as if trying to warn a man projecting through a screen.

And from one second to another, when Mahoraga is standing on its feet, he slashes your brother with his enlarged blade, and you feel your heart clench at the sound of the blade cutting your brother's flesh.

It’s not enough to kill him, you have to blink multiple times to realize that, but Mahoraga is still fully out now.

You’re surprised your heart can take the stress of seeing that beast, it’s working so hard in your chest.

“He’s not finished yet,” Yuji says through his panic. “Even if it adapted to infinity they’re still on equal footing. And even if he’s injured, he can quickly—”

“No,” Shoko cuts him off harshly as she lets out a nasty smoker's cough. “His wounds are clearly taking longer to heal. I’m sure he’s still able to use reverse cursed technique beyond firing red, but his output is definitely dropping…sorry. It’s likely the same for Sukuna, with the damage sustained by his brain.”

But…Satoru can still win...he’s smart and skillful…

You can’t start losing hope, as low as his chance of survival gets. You have to believe in your older brother.

So as you watch him strike Mahoraga with a strong punch and manage to shove him back, you let out a deep breath and start manifesting his success.

“Phase. Pāramitā. Pillars of light.”

You blink with surprise and smile faintly. “He’s reciting his incantations,” you point out in awe.

“He’s trying to restore his decreased output!” Shoko informs everyone as she’s caught by surprise.

“Cursed technique reversal,” Satoru announces, but before he can shoot it Sukuna overwhelms your brother with rabbits that emerge from the ten shadows technique, therefore blocking all sight of him and only making your brother grow ten times more cocky.

“Looks like the black flash worked like a charm,” Satoru says as he keeps his aim locked. “How much longer ‘you gonna rest for?”

An amused smile flashes on your lips before you sit back down and take the bag of chips you had abandoned on your seat, whilst you catch Satoru shoot the red technique and blast through the rabbits to reveal Sukuna and Mahoraga's position.

When your brother sees his opponents he rushes towards Sukuna, and so does Mahoraga. However, before Satoru can get close, Sukuna snatches a fire extinguisher and hurls it at Satoru to blind him once again and catch him by surprise.

You see that play out and you’re tempted to yell at the screens as if that would somehow aid your brother, but you just clench your jaw and hold your breath as you watch Mahoraga appear above your brother. Whilst across from him, Sukuna claps his hands together and bends his legs a little.

“Piercing blood?!” Choso gives out Sukuna’s move, making you swallow thickly and look at your husband with slight fear.

“Would…” you trail off to watch Mahoraga strike his blade down as he lands on the ground, whilst Sukuna shoots piercing blood at your unaware brother.

Nevertheless, by damn luck, Satoru blocks the beast's move and notices the bright blood rushing his way so he manages to block the strike with his unoccupied arm, letting you relieve your lungs by breathing.

“Would his blood be poisonous like yours?” You finally ask Choso the question you held captive at the tip of your tongue when you were watching the move unfold.

Choso looks over at you and meets your shaken gaze. “I don’t know,” he says the truth so as to not fill you with delusion. “Mine and my brothers are, but it could all depend on the user. If Satoru was a cursed spirit I would say yes, but he’s not so I’m not sure. Sorry.”

You draw out a deep breath and nod in comprehension.

“Satoru can surpass poison,” you share quietly, mostly to talk yourself down from stressing out too much. “But it could still affect him if it is poisonous…”

“I don’t think it is, my love, he would’ve felt something already. As small as the effect was,” Choso tries to assure you. “It’s all different depending on the user.”

He’s right. Besides you remember when Naoya was struck with his blood, it affected him right away. Satoru hasn’t twitched or expressed a thing on his face.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whisper.

Choso holds your anxious gaze and offers you a comforting smile before he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers between yours.

You offer him a grateful smile before you scoot closer to him and return your eyes to the screen, noticing your brother stand across Sukuna and Mahoraga now.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Sukuna breaks his silence with a mischievous widespread smirk. “This isn’t a 2-on-1. Nue. Totality. Fusion Beast Agito.”

From the shadow emerges another beast that causes your heart to skip a beat before it begins to pound.

This one is as tall as Mahoraga, with antlers like a deers, a face like an insect, and a snake for a tail.

Both beasts now protect Sukuna, sending your brother to tease the menacing curse. “Dude, you look like a lost little alien boy,” Satoru makes fun of him, making Sukuna’s smirk widen as he huffs.

You scoff in amusement, but that soon dies as both beasts swing. Your brother manages to escape but Sukuna uses the shadows to appear under Satoru and shoot another piercing blood as he thinks Satoru won’t be able to swerve it.

Yet your brother proves to be much faster, he twirls down and swings his fist down to try and strike Sukuna, but the curse flips back and dodges the attack, making you groan in annoyance.

At the other side of the screen Satoru is caught between both beasts, but before they can hit him, he jumps out of the way and quickly blasts a Red that manages to scrape the beasts, but is it enough?

No. No, it’s not. Damn it!

Albeit that doesn’t discourage your older brother, he still smiles as if he already has a plan thought out.

He’s up against strong odds, but seeing him be hopeful and smug eases your racing nerves, and fights against the fear polluting your mind.

“I’m going too,” you suddenly hear Okkotsu sneer before you notice him storming off.

However, Kashimo quickly tries to stop him. “Get back here.”

He’s not looking out for Okkotsu, you know that after befriending the man and knowing his crazy ambitions.

“Don’t get in the way,” Kashimo snaps as lightning cracks all around him.

You and Choso share a knowing look before you sit straight up and watch the interaction in hopes that Okkotsu actually listens. No matter how much you would love for Okkotsu to help your brother, this isn’t the plan. He’d only be a burden.

“Regardless,” Kashimo goes on. “You aren’t even next in line.”

Okkotsu shows his own ambition and surrounds himself in cursed energy as he glares at the man trying to pull him back from helping his beloved teacher and mentor.

“Cool it, Okkotsu,” Hakari tries to calm his friend down. “Kashimo’s right. Unless he’s weakened to the point that you or I could take him, Gojo told us to hold off.”

“There are extenuating circumstances,” Okkotsu argues as he does attempt to hold back. “Right now Sukuna can’t use his domain. Rika and I can handle the two shikigami. It’ll relieve pressure.”

Yuji gets up and you let go of Choso’s hand to get ready to get in the way of this ridiculous plan.

“If anyone’s going out, it’s me,” Maki cuts in now too, which doesn’t help the situation at hand.

“Screw you,” Kashimo hisses with a bit of lightning sparking off him, expressing his frustration physically. “Gojo, come get these damn students.”

You glance over at him and smirk. “Kashimo you’re behaving like a child. Sizzle down.”

He snarls and you smile in amusement. You would say your own daughter doesn’t throw tantrums like him, but she does, so your argument wouldn’t be valid.

“Insurance that won’t be needed if we win against Sukuna here,” Okkotsu responds to something you didn’t catch because Kashimo distracted you. “We should take the gamble.”

“Okkotsu,” Yuji interjects and you think he’ll have better judgment. “Go for it. It’s necessary.”

Alas. More trouble. Damn, kids.

“Hold it, hold it,” Kusakabe groans. “You damn kids really don’t understand a thing. Come on.”

Both boys hesitate, letting Mei-Mei cut in.

“Listen you all. The conditions for Gojo’s victory are different from that of Sukuna’s. Gojo only needs to beat Sukuna. Because if we all band together, we may be able to handle Kenjaku. It’s different for Sukuna. Even if he wins against Gojo, he’ll need to fight the rest of us afterward without a second to rest.”

“He definitely has an ace up his sleeve,” Hakari points out to try and diffuse the situation. “And if we go out there, he may just use it.”

Okkotsu’s glare hardens before he snaps back. “You’re saying we shouldn’t provoke him?”

“Exactly,” Kusakabe inputs. “There’re still monsters like Uraume lying in wait too. Right now, Sukuna still has to hold back while Gojo is able to go all out with no burden. Right now, this situation maximizes our chances of victory.”

Burden is right. Satoru won’t go all out if his precious students go out to fight with him.

“Are all modern sorcerers this dense?” Kashimo remarks, causing Hakari to quip.

“Huh?”

“You’re all missing the point,” Kashimo ignores Hakari while he keeps his gaze on the screens as the fight unfolds. “This is Satoru Gojo’s battle. No matter what happens, it won’t be right for us to jump in.”

Okkotsu doesn’t seem to resonate with what he heard, so you finally get up and cut in a lot more harshly. “Sit down.” You sneer. “You too Yuji.”

Said boy's eyes drift to you and then his brother as if looking for backup, but Choso agrees with you on this so he says nothing and offers no help, he actually presses a hardened look that makes Yuji back up.

“You will only burden Satoru,” You agree with Kusakabe. “He will see you out there Okkotsu and he will hold back to prevent harming you. Which in turn will lead to Sukuna having an advantage. Do you want Satoru to die because of you?”

Okkotsu blinks repeatedly in surprise, but even if he seems to realize the truth behind your words he still desperately argues back. “You went to help him in Shibuya. He still used his domain.”

You nod. “He did. But it was different, we had no idea what was going on. We had no plan, and I was able to pursue after someone else to give my brother the chance to use his domain and go all out. He wouldn’t have done that if I had stayed with him,” you explain. “Today is different, we have a plan today, you going out there when it’s not necessary will ruin our plan. You will kill Satoru if you go out there now, do you hear me?” You press sharply and step toward him.

Okkotsu swallows thickly and drops his eyes to stare at the ground for a moment before he glances over at the screens and watches your brother go all out against his enemy. He takes a moment and keeps quiet, but it seems that he makes up his mind at that moment because his grip eases on his katana and he faces the screens.

You wait to see if he’ll suddenly change his mind, and when you see that he won’t act on his plan anymore you settle back down in your seat and interject with one more thing with a hopeful smile.

“Besides, don't you have faith that Satoru will find a way out of this mess?”

You do…

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Remember if you want any other bonus scenes for Sugar, let me know! I’ll be more than happy to write a short side chapter

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Sugar fun side story before things went to shit…

Satoru and you doing the “We’re ___ of course we,” trend…

(I know that trend didn’t start back then, but I had an idea…)

Satoru starts it because it was his idea and he says he wants to be followed by more people on his social media, and your followers can help him achieve that. Albeit he only got you to do it because he promised to pay for your manicures and pedicures for the next 6 months.

He also starts wearing expensive shades and a charming smirk.

“We’re Japanese of course we pray before we eat.”

He grins and clasps his hands together before the video cuts to you smiling and showing off fancy clothes because you’re both not so humble when it comes to clothing and accessories.

“We’re Japenese of course we celebrate Christmas even if it’s not for religious reasons.” You’re showed off next sharing a big smile before the camera cuts back to Satoru.

“We’re Japanese of course we don’t wear outside shoes when walking into our house. I mean who does that?—

“Satoru you can’t say that, that’s mean,” you interrupt him as you lean towards him. “You know that not—”

The clip gets cut off because Satoru edited it out and goes back to you walking around the lake you live by.

“We’re Japanese of course my parents don’t like me because I’m a girl—”

“No,” Satoru cuts you off sharply and turns the phone away to scold you. “What did I say? None of that depressing shit!”

“It’s true! Now shut up or I’ll stop doing this!” You counter back, making him groan before the video returns to you so you can do it over.

“We’re Japanese of course I’m judged for what I wear because I’m a woman and—”

The clip abruptly gets cut off again because Satoru hates your responses and instead when the next clip plays it’s Satori happy to be participating.

“We’re Japanese of course….” She pauses and hums for a second before she remembers what Satoru told her to say. “Oh! Of course we like anime.”

“Satoru, that’s such a stereotype—”

He ends that video before you can ruin the clip and the next part is him in front of the camera. “I’m Satoru Gojo, brother to your beloved model,” he says and goes on to say your name before he ends the video and posts it because he knows the media will go wild for it.

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Me writing the most gut-wrenching and depressing chapter of Sugar bc of someone’s death

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I need to write some Kashimo imagines I love him

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