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[soranihimawari]

Be my Light

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader// platonic! Gojo x reader

Warning: none(?)// mentions of alcohol & death

Rating: fluff & dark humor

Part 2

Notes: saw the .gif and thought yep! reader is a baddie.

“So curses are real, huh?”

The cafe is busier today than normal. You’re sitting down with your childhood neighbor’s friend, who is stabbing a poor blueberry to death. To the right, his best friend, the man in white and black, sits humming an affirmative answer to your question.

“And you two… ‘kill’ these things?”

Your jacket and jeweled hand rest easily on your shoulders as you pause to drink your hot latte. It’s autumn now, so your leather jacket comes out of storage and your dark academia jewelry is on display. You were warned by parents and loved ones alike about how you shouldn’t be too friendly with the Gojo heir since his friend is also troublesome, but you don’t take their worries to heart. For the last decade or so, you helped soothe their fears before a mission or especially after tiring ones, you offer your home for them to rest their weary heads. You always left a lamp on in the spare room when you know they’d come back. You don’t know what has transpired since they went off to help keep a young woman safe, but what you do know now is how much Geto and Gojo seem to be affected by her loss.

That was half a year ago now. Here you three were, discussing curses and you asking them questions you might not want to know the answer to, but you press on until Geto stands up and snaps at you for poking into their lives:

“It’s dangerous,” that is all he says and leaves. He doesn’t want to let you know he’s on the precipice of spiraling, so you shrug it off.

Gojo apologies and pays for his and Geto’s drinks.

You don’t hear from them for a week.

In that time, you decide enough is enough. Your parent at home is asleep when you sneak out a quarter to midnight and your feet take you to their dorm area on campus. As quietly as you can, you climb and tap on Geto’s window.

“Su? It’s me,” you say low enough for your voice to travel through the glass. “I-I just haven’t heard from you in a couple days & if Satoru won’t answer me, I jus— ”

The window slides open and you’re pulled into his arms as he gives you the tightest embrace. He smells of cheap alcohol, no doubt an adviser bought it for him to help cope. He just casually lifts me and sits me on his lap when he sits on his bed; he says nothing, but you know he knows and you see it. Bags under his eyes, his thinning face, his baggier than normal clothes. You cup the side of his face, slightly smiling giving him some hope for this to pass.

“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” you whisper. “Or what you should be doing…”

Geto grunts before he growls, “tell me not to go murder every damn monkey in that church. Please.”

You realize he’s proud and arrogant to a fault, but he listens. He adheres to whatever code of friendship he has with Gojo; he has respect for his fellow sorcerers; and you notice whenever Gojo’s not around, he clings to you. You’re an innocent in all this, yet yesterday at the cafe, you asked more questions and the last one caused him to have an epiphany that perhaps a new world order needs to be started. Especially if you have the ‘Eye’.

There is something your childhood neighbor hasn’t told you while you were at a park hanging out over the last couple of days and Geto is around a few feet away—

“Boys, considering your last mission did not go as planned your next one will be a bit easier: considering you know your target.”

Their teacher slides the file of a person with a familiar name and Gojo glances up saying it was a mistake.

“You’re joking,” he’s amused and serious when he passes the file to Geto.

Their teacher and an elder sits down and describes what may occur if they choose to deny this mission: “you either protect your friend and ensure y/n lives to see another day or you have her killed just like…”

“Don’t,” Gojo stands abruptly. “We’ll accept, right Geto?”

Geto asks more important questions like why and what significance does keeping you above ground serve.

The elder straightens up and right as Gojo is about to leave, the elder states: “the Eye can see weak points in a cursed humans body—they can extract the curse without even touching the human—originally found in Korean lore, the Eye is usually passed maternally, from mother to daughter, typically their abilities are active once the mother is dead or hunted. Your friend, yn, is one of the last few remaining in the known sorcerer world.”

Gojo freezes and turns to tell his raven haired friend it’s time to leave. Later in Geto’s dorm room, Gojo reads into the file more. Geto, on the other hand, listens to how his friend rambles on.

“Satoru, you know what to have to do,” Geto sighs as Gojo’s rambling ceases.

“But how can I hide yn, the person you also claimed to be your light in these times, in my void? YN would die there,” Gojo says, a deep melancholy floats heavily on his last words.

Geto, leans forward with his chin resting in a prayer hand pose, elbow to his knees.

“If you don’t do it, I can.”

“You’d do that? You’re cruel.”

“But if it protects yn…”

The conversation lives rent free in Geto’s mind, even now when he hears how you fret over him. Calmly tracing his features, one thing you discovered when you saw Gojo with him the day after your turned nineteen. You tell Gojo you’d rather hang out win your friend; when asked why, you nonchalantly say, “Suguru needs a break from consistent sunshine, right Sugu?” And your smile, your smile brought a solar flare to his hardening soul even if Gojo walked ahead saying you two should date. Your cheeks blush though, as Geto chooses to walk past you, he hears you muttering, “I’d say yes if you’d asked me.” His heart must have stopped immediately the moment you lock eyes with him, soft with affection, understanding that this might be the first-last chance at a youthful romance given where life was taking you, he had no qualms of hiding your relationship while he went on missions.

Gojo finds out naturally one day when he catches his best friend hiding a familiar onyx ring.

“When?” Gojo asks him quietly.

Geto says quiet. It’s been a month since their disastrous mission with the middle schooler. You are consistently checking in with Geto even if it’s by proxy through calling Gojo since the other won’t answer his phone for hours at a time. Geto might not seem like he appreciates it, but he does. It’s the one went that is making him not snap and kill everyone on sight. One night, when you were walking home with him after a series of dead end conversations, you present him the onyx ring, telling him it’s ok to lose himself for a little while. He tries to give it back, but instead, you press it into his palm, close his fist around it and press that fist against his sternum. You cup his frowning face, kissing his forehead lightly, whispering against his skin in the autumnal air: “you have every right to feel these emotions. I’ll be right here to help you if you like.” And just like that, Geto bows his head and he crumbles just a little bit; strong arms shake asking with his shoulders and you, you who seem so small, you soothe him until the sadness, the fatigue, the everything-wrong-with-the-world leaves Geto’s soul alone for minutes, hours even. You don’t know how long he plans to sob into your already soaked shoulders, but you don’t stop him.

“How tragic and full of sorrow you must be,” you whisper against his cheek, running your fingers in his hair. “Things will work out, you’ll see.”

Waving your free arm behind his crouched form as you calm him, several of the most hideous creatures burn away above him. Your warmth is something he cannot get enough of, only then does he see through blurred eyes just how bright you can shine. He calls your name and you glance at him, his tear streaked face now dry, his lips quiver. At the end of the day, you two part ways, but not before Geto, tall and proud, kisses your lips praying he doesn’t fall further in his spiraling descent.

Back in his room, the ring is still in his hand. Geto feels six eyes on him, he knows. Even if Gojo will never attempt to admit loving someone else whether romantic or not, Geto finally has something Gojo cannot have. The onyx ring warps their reflection a bit as their conversation continues.

“Geto Suguru,” Gojo is warning in his tone. “YN is like my family. You already knew what our next mission entails. Are you sure you’re up to the task?”

Geto picks up his long hair and puts it up in a half bun. His dark eyes focus on the ring and turns to Satoru.

“YN deserves to hate one of us,” his voice is calm yet loaded with livid undertones.

“Can you live with it being you?”

Gojo had this annoyed look in those gleaming eyes, but his friend, his dear friend, his charcoal haired brother in arms, turns and with a smile throws back the question to the self-proclaimed strongest:

“Can you?”

Gojo slams the door when he leaves, his mouth dry and feet heavy. He believes he needs to find the resolve to ensure you can survive his technique—like those princess stories where they are cursed sleeping for eternity. Meanwhile, Geto calls one of his seniors who buys him cheap alcohol. It’s the only way he might be able to deal with what they had planned for their mission later in the week.

You’re here now, resting a head against Geto’s shoulders, your ministrations cease as you tell him about what Gojo told you just earlier that night on the phone.

“I know, you don’t have to hide it,” not an ounce of regret in your tone when you kiss his furrowed brow.

Geto’s grip loosens, then tightened, then loosens again. His head is bowed in shame because you were read into this mission, their world, their jobs…

“I won’t hate you,” you continue, voice quiet and Geto has a pained look on his face. “Sugu, I don’t think I ever can.”

You feel his hand reach the back of your neck, circling the nerve that will make you go limp. Grinning, you nod, understanding the implications of the boys’ plan. You persisted to stand by his side, help him through a majority of his darkening times, and for some odd reason in the shower, when he stood there for an hour, both naked and with soaked clothes on, your countenance enters mind—the comfort you provided and still do makes his heart ache. Gojo was wrong, Geto thinks leaving the dorm showers, we never should have accepted this mission.

“You should,” his hand retracts from that spot on your neck and he pushes you forward by the small of your back to kiss you instead.

Your hand presses against his chest as your eyes close and he hums approving of how you move. Geto entices you to follow his lead to deepen this kiss when his canines nibble gently at the top of your lip; you taste the fear and uncertainty but the love and genuine compassion is there. His lips leave yours momentarily, his nose tickles your jaw and his teeth graze your neck before he bites you, sucking the flesh, bruising you. And you bite your bottom lip, sort of chortling away at his eagerness to show you that you too can drive him mad. You call out his name and he pauses, hungrily ready to receive more of your sweetened warmth.

After a moment’s reprieve, you brush away his loose bangs, noticing the hurt and soft loving expression in his dilated eyes.

“Shh...” your breath is hot and you kiss away the tears that escaped his eye. “It will be ok. Everything will work out.”

He is frustrated, you know he’s caught between a rock and a hard place, yet you make him want to try to be better.

You kiss his brow when he holds you tighter, his mouth close to your ear, you hear Geto Suguru, special grade sorcerer, “Don’t make me lose you too.”

You nod, bringing his forehead to rest against yours as you slide your lips over his with more igniting a passion more fierce than earlier. Your fingers tangled in his hair and with a light nudge, you feel him press his tongue against your lip, asking, imploring you to let him memorize the taste of green tea cheesecakes and the shapes of your teeth. He almost moans into your mouth, making sure you are breathing still because heaven forbid Gojo finds you both like this, Geto believes he’d be a dead man. He inflates your lungs in order for you to stay with him longer. Your kisses are powerful, filled with a light that seems to make his shattered heart become filled with gold like those old art pieces. He kisses you like he knows you understand his betrayal and the best part of it? Geto’s the first and last person whom you’d expect to love you—so yes, you do get that teen romance a been craving. Ah, but alas, Geto makes up his mind: he would sacrifice the world to have you back. Even if you’re frozen in time for an eternity. He will watch the universe burn if it meant you breathe again tomorrow.

“Stay still,” are two words you’d never think you’d hear from Geto, yet you obey.

“Let me look at you one last—”

Right outside the door to his dorm, Gojo Satoru drops a bouquet of gardenias along with the resolve to confess how he truly felt since you crashed into his bicycle when he just turned six.

As you stay still, your words are interrupted, Gojo enters the room through a rip in his own void, taking your now unconscious body out of his best friend’s hold. Gojo doesn’t get very far when he hears Geto run behind him and the door to the void closes, snipping edges off Geto’s hair. The last time Geto Suguru sees you is when you are encased in a written and glass coffin in a quiet meadow in Gojo’s void. Gojo Suguru seals it with several layers of a barrier before picking up the ruined gardenias and placing them atop the coffin. You look so peaceful here. Your eyes closed, the bouquet eventually withers, but you stay youthful. Gojo, once the void closes, bows to your sleeping corpse, whispering words of a confession and apology.

Geto memorized that place, so if he does indeed fail, he can find you once more. Panic, depression, obsession. Those three words and their definitions finally cause Geto Suguru to snap. He leaves for his hometown for a fresh start the morning after you are pronounced DOA by a hospital, although you sleep in the glass coffin in one chamber of the limitless void. You dream of Geto finding you; out of the blue you’d forgive him and Gojo by default.

After that night, Gojo retreats into himself a little more while his peers think of other missions they’d get assigned to. The elders and the principal are happy this mission ended successfully; somehow Gojo finds himself walking past the cafe, a random memory blooms in his mind.

“The void is a dangerous place,” you’re reading in the Gojo family library with Satoru on your right. You’re both finally the same age of eight. Right before you turn nine, though, Gojo asks you to read the prophecies book his nanny left out. “Once you enter, it is limitless.”

Gojo’s phone lights up with the news that Geto Suguru has killed everyone in his hometown.

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