#cerdrabbles

[sixeyescurseuser]

Teachers Satosugu

Thinking about adults Satosugu who become Jujutsu Tech teachers together. They’re married too. In their late 20s, they’ve found sweet domestic bliss in the dangerous yet meaningful life they’ve created for themselves. 

Geto still makes sure to praise Gojo for all the work he does; often surprising Gojo with his favorite sweets or a trip down to the street vendors, saying: “Thank you for your hard work, Satoru” and “Come on, let’s eat something special, you deserve it.”

Gojo still goes on his one hour rants about topics that fascinate him, and Geto listens without complaining. Even if this is the third time digimon has been brought up this week. 

Geto stays at the school to teach for the majority of the time. He only takes missions if they are emergencies and avoids interacting with the higher ups. Thankfully, Gojo is more than willing to deal with that side of work. 

While Geto is involved in both physical training and classroom lessons, he’s more hands-on with the latter. Compared to the Kyoto students, let’s just say that the Tokyo students don’t put in a ton of effort when it comes to their academic scores. 

Geto is fated to be the hardworking but disappointed teacher. 

(Geto: “Nobara, Yuji, c’mon, I am begging you two to study more.)

The thing with Yuji is that he is smart in that he can memorize things and write well, but not being exposed to the sorcerer world from a young age has put him really behind. 

(Geto: “Hasn’t Satoru told you all about Sukuna’s origins and what not? Given you books from the library?”

Yuji: “Oh the library! I forgot that existed!”

Geto: …

Yuji: “Also no, Gojo-sensei didn’t tell me anything yet.”

Geto: 💀💀)

Additionally, Gojo isn’t the best when it comes to structured lessons in the classroom. He’d much rather skip over the boring stuff and show his students the real excitement out on the field.

This is where Tokyo students surpass Kyoto students in fighting abilities. Plus, getting lots of first-hand experience of what sorcerers actually deal with helps them quickly adapt to situations and strategize how to outwit their opponent. 

But book-smart-wise? Megumi carries. 

Once, Yaga gave the first years a firm reprimanding because of the missing past three mission reports. (Excluding Megumi.) Turns out, Gojo didn’t inform the first years about filling out mission reports at all. 

That night, Geto scolds the shit out of Gojo. 

Gojo: “Hey Suguru, isn't that your job? I just help them train their fighting skills, no?”

Geto pinches Gojo’s side - who lets out an undignified yelp - even though he knows Gojo is just joking. Besides, Gojo does try to teach the rules better after Geto’s scolding. Gojo just needs reminders, that’s all.

It doesn’t help that Gojo is literally a prodigy and always does things his own way. 

(Geto, shaking his head: “Lord knows these kids need all the help they can get with you as their teacher.”

Gojo: [jaw open, betrayed]

Cue Gojo decisively turning the other away in their bed. 

Geto: “Oh, did I upset the baby?”

Gojo: “Worse. You upset your husband.”

Geto guffaws.

“My husband can take it.” Geto moves so he’s spooning Gojo.  “Isn’t that right?”

Geto’s breath tickles Gojo’s ear, making Gojo shiver.

What were they talking about again?)

***

Gojo might be busy as hell but Geto will be there to protect their students from the higher ups. 

That mission where Yuji died for a short while after switching with Sukuna to face that special grade? It would never have gotten that bad. Geto would’ve been with his students and protected them.

Geto is anxious to the point where he designates certain curses for specific people, mostly to look after his students. This way, he can be there if his students are in serious danger, preventing more young sorcerers from dying due to the higher ups' negligence.

Of course, Geto’s rainbow dragon has always been assigned to Gojo. 

Gojo will often take Yuji on rides on the rainbow dragon, either for missions or just to be up in the air. When this happens, Geto’s orders for the rainbow dragon consist of: “Only listen to Satoru’s reasonable orders” and “Protect Yuji from Satoru’s recklessness.” 

On another note, Geto’s curses would have intercepted before Todo and Mai could beat the shit out of Nobara and Megumi. Geto himself would show up quickly after, furious when he sees the Kyoto students trying to take out his students. 

(Geto with his murderous glare: “As far as I know, the competition hasn’t started yet. No one should be picking fights with each other, hmm?”

Mai and Todo, quietly: “Of course, Geto-san. We’ll be taking our leave.”

Geto stays standing in front of Nobara and Megumi until the Kyoto students leave.)

Even as teachers, Geto and Gojo are incredibly competitive with Kyoto. Of course they’re going to talk shit during the goodwill exchange event. They’ll watch the broadcast of the competition and loudly cheer their students on. They’ll also whisper to each other in the most obnoxious way. 

Utahime is about to bust her blood vessels. She still throws her tea at Gojo when he makes a snarky comment that pisses her off; the tea bounces off of Gojo’s infinity and splashes all over Geto, who groans. 

Well, that shut the pair up for now. 

***

When Nobara spilled coffee on Gojo’s shirt, Geto had been the one to catch them first. 

(Shaking his head, Geto says: “You guys really did it this time…”

Nobara: “We could just replace it??”

Megumi: “It is 250,000 yen.”

Geto: “It's also Satoru’s favorite white shirt.” He pats Nobara’s shoulder comfortingly.

Yuji: “Geto-sensei, please help us!”

Geto: “And spend the precious money I earned with my own hard work? I don't know, Yuji-kun, I gain nothing from helping you.”

Nobara: “He’s your husband”

Geto: “And he’s your sensei.” He turns to Megumi. “Slash father”

Megumi: 😩😩

Moments later, Gojo enters the room: “Iijichi-kun said you guys have my newly laundered shirt-“

He sees Megumi with two breast bumps.

Gojo: ??

The others laugh as Nobara pulls out the stained shirt, causing Gojo to let out the most horrified, dramatic gasp. 

All the students find it hilarious, but Geto laughs the hardest. He's bent over, hands on his knees, straight up cackling. When Geto somewhat catches his breath, one look at Gojo’s stricken face sends him into another fit of laughter. 

(They are so married.)

Geto walks over and slings himself over Gojo. 

Geto: “It’s okay, Satoru, you can just get another one.”

Gojo: “That was my favorite one, you know this, Suguru~~”

Geto: “Satoru...you’re rich-“

Gojo: “My clothes are important, they aren’t so easily replaceable. Imagine if I had tried to replace you-“

Geto: “Did you just compare me to your inanimate white shirt?”

Geto begins to pull back, but Gojo immediately latches on to him.

Gojo: “Noooo, I didn’t mean it. I love you~~”

They proceed to act out a mini-drama, which ends in Geto leaving with faux-disappointment and Gojo chasing after him.

Consequently, Gojo forgets about his stained-beyond-repair 250,000 yen shirt.

***

When formation B occurs in response to Megumi being “hit on,” Geto watches from afar, disappointment deep in his veins. 

We’re too old for this, he thinks when Gojo reveals Megumi has to master twinkle twinkle little star. 

Having had enough, Geto steps in and tugs Gojo away. 

“Baby, come here, you forgot to take your pills this morning,” Geto says. Gojo gasps in offense. 

“SUGURU, SHUT UP! I'M NOT MENTALLY ILL!“ Gojo cries, but now there’s no way he doesn't look crazy.

Geto has his arms wrapped around Gojo’s waist while Gojo flails to escape. 

“Satoru, stay STILL- NO you are not going back!”

They end up making a bigger scene. Megumi wants to d-word. 

(“With this treasure i summon-“)

Gojo doesn’t care who hears or sees, and is now screeching for Geto to let him go. Left with no other choice, Geto bites Gojo’s shoulder. He also tries to shove his fist in Gojo’s mouth - anything to shut him up.

Geto is going all out like they’re teenagers again. 

(Nobara at Geto: “YEAH GET HIS ASS!”)

Geto eventually becomes aware of the small crowd that has gathered and rethinks his actions. He ends up dragging Gojo by his collar. 

“Ok, we’re leaving,” Geto calls to their students, leaving no room for argument. Megumi immediately follows, dragging Yuji and Nobara in tow.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk headcanon #satosugu fluff #satosugu headcanon #satosugu fanfic #teachers sastosugu #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #cerdrabbles

[hualianff]

“San Lang, I think there’s something on my robes, right here.” XL points to his collar.

HC immediately leans down to inspect,

“Hmm, I don’t see anything-“ HC starts, but then he feels a pair of lips lightly smooch his forehead.

“Gege!?” HC exclaims, realizing it had all just been a ploy for XL to spoil him-

XL quickly smooches HC’s left cheek, then his right one. After that, he merely offers a smug smile, tickling HC’s chin with his fingers.

“Kisses for my husband were overdue,” XL cheekily says. HC whole-heartedly agreed with this.

He’s prepared for the next kiss where soft lips meet his own.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #cerdrabbles #tian guan ci fu #fluff #kisses

[sixeyescurseuser]

Modern AU with painter Geto who prefers real-life models instead of just going off of pictures. Thus, he’ll have Gojo pose for him, physically moving Gojo’s body this way and that, going through all sorts of motions.

“This is for my reference, Satoru, so hold still,” Geto orders. Gojo sighs forlornly.

“Just using me for my body, I see.”

Geto flicks Gojo’s forehead, stating: “This is what you signed up for when you began dating me.”

Gojo playfully snaps his teeth at Geto, a last attempt at payback before he becomes a living statue for however long Geto needs him to be.

When Geto has his art exhibitions, Gojo stands in front of the pieces while explaining to Shoko, Nanami, and all their other friends how he was the reference for all the paintings and had to pose tirelessly for hours on end.

Sometimes, Gojo will even demonstrate the poses with all the drama of a troubled maiden.

Then, during times when Gojo is busy, Geto usually asks a past model acquaintance to pose for him. Gojo feels so betrayed!

Gojo: “I thought that what we had between us was special!” 😭

Geto rolls his eyes fondly: “Satoru, you will always be my favorite model.”

Geto truly adores drawing the curves of Gojo’s body. It also helps that Gojo is as flexible he is. When Geto poses Gojo, he makes sure to let his appreciative praises slip out.

“Jesus, look at you,” Geto breathes out. “You’re just gorgeous. I could gaze at you forever.”

Gojo’s cheeks become rosy, but he makes sure throw his boyfriend a wink: “I do aim to please.”

Lastly, it’s the way Geto draws every detail of Gojo - his chest, collarbones, abdomen, hip bones, thighs, legs, etc. - so deliciously, with purposeful strokes to capture the raw essence of the moment.

But when Gojo draws Geto, it looks like a sims character.

Geto, rubbing his temples: “Satoru, why do you just have my chest and…dick drawn out?”

Gojo shrugs. “That’s my creative process. I start with my favorite parts of you.” :)

Geto: “You have five seconds to run. Go.”

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #goge #cerdrabbles

[sixeyescurseuser]

(1)

The temple curse Geto absorbs has a certain side effect; One that will strip away all the affects of his suppressants. 

He calls Shoko immediately. There’s no one else he trusts. Yaga-sensei would find this a pain to deal with, not to mention Geto’s placement at Jujutsu High would be at risk if he’s seen as a liability, and-

Geto would rather claw his insides out then admit to Gojo about being the so-called “burden that would drag them down on missions.”

Using his manta ray curse, Geto gets himself back to campus grounds and rushes to the infirmary where Shoko has already prepared a room in the isolated basement.

Geto has never gone through a full heat, only diluted ones because of meds he began taking once becoming a jujutsu student. Everything completely overwhelms his senses. His body aches already, and he’s beyond light-headed.

Bless Shoko, man. She made sure to get some blankets, pillows, and clothes from Geto’s dorm to bring into the heat room. If she includes some of her clothes and Gojo’s jacket that she stole when he took it off to train just an hour ago, then that’s their secret. 

“You know he’s gonna find out, sooner or later?” Shoko states, watching Geto gain a burst of energy as he meticulously arranges his nest.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Geto says absent-mindedly, holding up a dark blue jacket that’s doused in the scent of cotton candy and faint gunpowder.

Shoko sighs heavily, about to point out the fact that Geto is currently hyper fixating on the exact jacket of who they’re talking about.

The sound of sniffles makes her bite her tongue.

There Geto is, holding the jacket up to his nose, clearly basking in the scent. Except tears pool in his eyes, the first few slipping down his cheeks.

“Satoru is going to h-hate me,” Geto chokes out. Shoko blinks, taken aback.

“He’s not going to hate you-“

“Yes he is! He- I lied to him! I’ve been lying to him,” Geto whimpers, subconsciously nuzzling into the fabric that smells like his best friend. The scent of a panicked omega fills the room. 

Shoko quickly walks up to the bedside, putting her hand on Geto’s shoulder.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Gojo may be petty, but you’re his closest friend! He adores you,” Shoko says softly, rubbing Geto’s arm comfortably. 

Geto merely shakes his head, which begins to pound with a sharp pain. He can’t think rationally, the only thoughts pointing to Gojo’s betrayed reaction.

“I don’t want to lose him.”

“Geto…”

“Which is why you can’t tell him about this,” Geto concludes, eyes narrowed as he scrutinizes his friend. “Shoko, promise me.”

Shoko makes the promise. She says she’ll be in periodically to check on Geto, make sure he’s drinking water and eating what little he can stomach.

After Shoko leaves, Geto’s heat continues to burn him from the inside out. That night, he lays in his nest, which feels like it has a crucial piece missing.

The dark blue jacket lays shoved beneath his pillow.

***

Gojo knows something is wrong. He’s very irritable, snapping at everyone and everything. It doesn’t help that Geto hasn’t talked to him since that conversation. 

Naturally, Gojo’s been replaying their argument in his mind over and over again.

Why did Suguru get upset? 

Angry. He was angry, Gojo corrects. 

The itch under Gojo’s skin continues to get worse. When there’s no sign of Geto returning on the day his mission was supposed to end, Gojo is positive something is wrong.

He goes to Yaga-sensei first.

Yaga-sensei doesn’t reveal anything, saying he hasn’t heard from Geto.

Gojo forgoes asking Nanami because apparently he's also pissed at Gojo for whatever he said the other day. Asking Haibara is out of the question.

So without anyone else to bother, Gojo heads to the infirmary.

Right as he enters the front door, Gojo is hit with the most intense wave of chocolate, with a hint of lavender. A scent he’s never smelled before, as that’s sure as hell not Shoko’s citrusy scent.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Gojo heads for the stairwell that leads down into the basement. The scent grows stronger and stronger the closer he gets to the bottom.

A voice in the back of his mind tells him to fucking get a grip: a weird, enticing scent that has his body moving on its own? Major red flag. 

But alas, Gojo isn’t thinking clearly. And he’s still hung up on how obviously upset and disappointed Geto was with him. If Gojo can’t do anything right in the moment, he may as well do what his instincts are telling him - to follow the scent of chocolate and lavender.

Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming up reveals Shoko, who blocks the path to the rooms in the basement. 

“Gojo,” she acknowledges, a hint of surprise on her face. In her hands, she limply carries an empty tray. 

“Yo,” Gojo says dumbly. Shoko clicks her tongue, unimpressed by the innocent grin Gojo sends her way.

“You can’t be here.”

Gojo levels her with a determined expression. His subconscious knows who is in the basement. Shoko knows there’s no stopping him, so she reaches up to pinch Gojo’s cheek - HARD.

“You hurt him, I make you wish you were never born.”

When Gojo walks into the room, his brain short circuits. 

The scent he was smelling had belonged to an omega.

And that omega was Suguru.

(3)

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieri shoko #jjk headcanon #satosugu fluff #satosugu headcanon #satosugu fanfic #TBC #cerdrabbles

[sixeyescurseuser]

Merman Gojo with albino white hair, crystalline blue eyes that rival the ocean’s beauty, and a silver tail. These features make him easily recognizable by humans, known as the White Beast who relentlessly kills whoever enters his waters.

See, there are different kingdoms among the ocean, but Gojo is unofficially the leader of the rogue territories because he is both the most powerful and knowledgeable.

Gojo also swims at the speed of light! He has to be mindful of what or who is behind him so they don't get swept away from the sheer force of his tail's movements.

However, despite reaching maturity a long time ago, Gojo doesn't have a mate.

Though he does have a pod. Sort of. More like younglings he has taken in who insist on engaging in pod dynamics (grooming, hunting together, submitting to the highest rank, etc.) but Gojo has never considered himself a pod leader.

For as long as he can remember, he's always been alone.

Fuzzy images of hazel eyes and long black hair flash through his mind.

***

The main younglings consist of Megumi (royal blue tail), Yuji (salmon-colored tail), and Nobara (lavender tail).

Whenever Gojo - their “leader” - arrives, the trio will drop down to the seafloor on their stomachs, a common act of submission to the higher rank. Gojo just laughs and pats their heads, signaling that they can get up and begin nuzzling him. 

Pods usually sleep in a huge cuddle pile. Gojo has a huge bed of seagrass that's big enough for everyone. Yuji and Nobara are the noisiest when they prepare to sleep, chirruping as they find the perfect positions to doze off. 

Background-wise, Megumi is a prince from a kingdom that fell down to mutiny. He has a heightened sense that connects him to the ocean and sea creatures because of it.

Yuji used to be in a pod with his brothers before a violent storm and turning of tides separated them. His goal is to reunite with them someday. He's the newest podmate, having joined a little over a year ago.

Nobara came from a pod that remains hidden in the deepest part of the oceans. She left home to explore the sea and other aquatic life, and has had quite a few encounters with humans herself by getting too close to the surface. By being in the rogue territories, Nobara has the freedom to explore while also having a home and podmates to return to.

***

When gossip spreads that there are merpeople searching for the lost prince of the fallen eastern kingdom, Gojo quickly decides to send Megumi into hiding. Though the pursuers claim to want to restore the lost prince to his rightful throne, Gojo knows these mercenaries just want to kill Megumi and gain the favor of the sea for themselves. 

So he asks Megumi if he trusts Gojo. 

Megumi looks off to the side before muttering "Of course."

In order not to endanger their current home, Gojo plans to take Megumi to the one place he knows is absolutely safe, to someone who will look after Megumi after his own. Gojo tells the others that he's taking Megumi on a trip and orders Yuuta to keep the others safe.

Of course, not even an hour into their journey, Gojo notices two certain somebodies sneakily trailing them.

Gojo immediately stops swimming, causing Megumi to stop right next to him. The youngling looks up at Gojo questioningly, then follows his gaze to their other two podmates attempting to hide among shallow seagrass.

"You two shouldn't be here," Gojo says, using two powerful swishes of his tail to arrive at the two resigned younglings.

"Like hell we shouldn't," Nobara mutters while Yuji says, "You and Fushiguro are leaving us behind..."

"You two...Megumi-kun is being tracked down right now. I am taking him somewhere safe so everyone at home will be safe as well," Gojo explains patiently yet bluntly. "Furthermore, I can't protect all of you at onc-!”

In a flash, Nobara and Yuji shoot up and latch onto Megumi, making small distressed whines as they entangle their tails together. Megumi groans, but loops his arms around his podmates. 

"Idiots. You need to listen to Gojo-san. I'm not leaving forever, just long enough to throw them off my tail. Oh my god- guys, come on-" Megumi softly purrs as Yuji and Nobara cling even tighter, rubbing their faces into Megumi's shoulders. "Listen you two, you can't come with us. You need to stay home with everybody, where it's safe. If something ever happened to you two, I- I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Gojo watches the three of them embrace and feels some tugs on his heart strings. These younglings really are attached at the hip. He can’t say he didn’t expect this.

With no more time to waste, Gojo swims forward and engulfs the three younglings in his arms, then wags his tail to propel them forward.

“All right, come on, kids. If we maintain a good pace, we’ll get there in two day’s time. Then we’ll all be safe and together.”

The two stowaway younglings give a shout of joy, then detach from Megumi to swim on their own. All three of them have to give their best to keep up with their leader, after all. Gojo mentally sends his regards to the person who will unexpectedly have four merpeople show up on their beach.

Two days later, they make it to a beach front where a small cottage lies, secluded.

Gojo beckons his younglings onto the sand. They flop around uncoordinatedly.

Nobara tries wiping off the sand that sticks to her skin, hating the sensation of it, but it’s no use. 

Megumi struggles a bit but uses his arms to pull him across the sand. 

Yuji is still out of breath from swimming long-distance. He’s never been above the ocean surface either. The air feels too cold and too thick. He subconsciously sticks close to Gojo, who hesitates at the water’s edge.

With a heavy sigh, Gojo lugs himself out of the water. He follows the first two younglings, occasionally nuzzling Yuji’s neck to comfort him.

When he begins to dry up, sand collecting on his skin, Gojo starts to feel sharp tingles in his tail.

Before he can stop it, a high-pitched whistle escapes his lips. It echoes in the night, moonlight spilling onto their slow-moving forms.

All three younglings freeze on spot, whipping their gazes to their leader who had just released a mating call.

There’s no response, and that pinches at Gojo’s chest.

“Gojo-san, are you okay?” Yuji asks with wide eyes. He buries himself against Gojo’s side while the others make their way towards their leader. 

Gojo answers with a low rumble. Then, against his better judgment, he calls again.

This time, a soft voice answers his call.

“Gojo-San, what’s happening!?” Nobara asks while Megumi stares at where Gojo’s tail once was, now replaced by a pair of long legs.

“It’s okay, everything's gonna be okay” Gojo tries explaining. Megumi has joined Nobara in her babbling when Yuji suddenly lets out a hostile growl that seems to shake the ground.

His eyes are trained on the silhouette that has exited the cottage and now jogs over to the vulnerable mers.

“Protect Gojo-San!” Yuji says, wrapping his arms around Gojo. The other two follow suit, creating a protective barrier around their leader.

They have no idea why Gojo brought them here, why he just let out a mating call when to their knowledge he’s always been alone. Now, a human has spotted them and is fast approaching. 

Being on land makes them easy targets, but none of them will go down without a fight. They will defend their pod together.

The human is tall, wearing layers of clothing to combat the cool air. His long black hair falls down his shoulders like a river, dark eyes shifting from Gojo to the three younglings in tow.

Gojo weakly tucks his legs under him, and hugs his younglings close. There’s a pleading look in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the human’s eyes soften. He opens his mouth, speaking perfect mer language. 

“Satoru.”

#jjk #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #cerdrabbles #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #merman au #merman gojo #human geto

[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Shoko who gets hella confused when she interacts with men who aren’t Gojo or Geto, aka gay icons. She just spends so much time with those fools, who are admittedly quite entertaining to watch. 

Shoko will observe hetero men and wonder: “Huh, why don’t they put their hands on their hips? Not sassy enough…”

Or, “He’s talking on the phone without bending his neck at a 90° angle?”

Or, “Man, this guy is like a rock. So expressionless.”

Shoko sees the str8 guys’ pants and thinks: “Not skinny jeans, but also not those billowy loose pantaloons…”

Plus, getting str8 men to engage in actual conversation can be a PAIN. Why don’t they reciprocate basic questions? Would it kill them to add inflection to their tone, or give more than two-sentence answers?

Meanwhile, Gojo and Geto never stop talking. They have the innate skill of arguing about the dumbest shit. They’re loud af too. Shoko frequently has to tell them to shut the fuck up.  

At first, Geto will be like, “Satoru, we need to lower our voices,” but then he gets too heated in proving his point and forgoes his manners. Gojo simply has no problem egging Geto on, nor speaking whatever comes to his mind.

***

During one of the goodwill exchange events, Gojo and Geto grew bored and began competing against each other. Even the Kyoto guys, who are rugged and masculine by traditional standards, have to veer out of the way to avoid their path of destruction. 

No one stands a chance against the gays.

(Gojo, jumping out of the way when Geto sends a tornado kick: “Woah! That made your ass look good, Suguru!”

Geto rolls his eyes and continues to try to beat this loser. 

Moments later, Yaga-sensei broadcasts to the  entire arena, yelling at his students to, “Quit fighting each other - you do enough of that already - and focus on the competition!”

Gojo tackles Geto while yelling: “Suguru started it!”

Geto yanks on Gojo’s hair. “Satoru you fucking LIAR!”)

***

Then, there’s conversations that make it clear to Shoko that despite being able to start a podcast each time they open their mouths, having interesting fashion, or flaunting undeniable charisma and fuck-you-you’re-irrelevant energy, the gays still have their shit to figure out. 

Meaning, they should really kiss. Each other. 

That will happen in due time, Shoko is sure.

For now, she’ll enjoy the entertainment the strongest pair insist on showcasing - for free - every day. 

(Gojo, rubbing his full tummy after devouring an all-you-can-eat buffet: "Guys, I’m pregnant.”

Shoko turns to Geto. “Congrats.”

“Damn,” Geto says without missing a beat. He glances at Gojo with soft eyes. “But we used a condom.”

Gojo nudges Geto with his shoulder, then gazes up at Geto over the rims of his black shades. “I poked holes in it beforehand. Didn’t think it’d actually take though…”

They continue like that for a sickeningly long time, fabricating an entire story full of scandalous decisions and questioning family-planning. 

Shoko doesn’t comment on their bright, pink cheeks by the end of it.)

*** w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieri shoko #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #jjk headcanon #satosugu headcanon #jujutsu kaisen #canon compliant #cerdrabbles

[sixeyescurseuser]

Bunjo

Thinking about canon but make it hybrid au - bunny hybrid Gojo and human Geto. 

The Gojo clan is very adamant about breeding within the same species of rabbit family. Something about maintaining a pure bloodline and having a mate that will instinctively know what’s best for you.

Then, THE Gojo Satoru goes off to Jujutsu High, and imprints on a HUMAN. 

The thing is, Gojo’s never had trouble controlling his bunny instincts - not since he was a kid. But whenever he’s around Suguru, his self-control goes out of the window. 

Meanwhile, Geto came from a small country town so he’s not used to this many hybrids there are in the big cities - and so many varieties!

It’d be so funny if the first time Geto “met” Gojo was when Gojo was in bun form.

Bun Gojo - “Bunjo” for short - gets restless when he doesn’t shift for more than a week. Upon wanting to explore the campus in his bun form, he lost track of time, aka the moment their new classmate arrived on campus.

So Geto comes across this snow-white bun snoozing in one of the chairs in the main dormitory room. He slowly approaches, unsure if the bun will startle or not.

When Geto cautiously reaches his hand out, his fingers brush against soft white fur, and the bun’s ears twitch a bit. 

Cute! Geto thinks. 

***

By the end of their first year, everyone now getting along very well, lizard-hybrid Shoko comes to find Gojo has SCENT-MARKED Geto, which is a big no-no between hybrids without consent. 

Shoko: “You idiot, you can’t do that!”

Gojo: “Huh? Do what?”

Shoko: “...have you smelled Geto recently?”

Gojo: “Duh. And Suguru smells the same.”

Shoko mentally facepalms. Gojo didn’t even realize he had scent-marked Geto? That’s somehow even worse. 

It seems that to Gojo, Geto smelling like him feels so right that he didn't even notice. 

***

Geto 24/7: “How are you a bunny hybrid but you hate veggies?” 💀

Gojo: “Say that again and I will bite you.”

***

Gojo turns into a bunny when he’s angy. Like when he stubbornly doesn’t want to talk to anyone and childishly runs away. 

Poof! He’s a bun and then HE FLEES. (Bun on the loose!)

Geto is usually the one to find him and bring him back. Even if Geto was the one who made Gojo angy by accidentally forgetting to meet Gojo at the new bakery he wanted to try. 

(Geto, chasing after the white blur: “Satoru STOP”

Hearing those words, the white bun speeds up impossibly faster.)

Whenever Geto finally convinces Gojo to stop running, he has to have a piece of clothing ready to carry the white bun back. Usually, that’s one of his sweatshirts, which he’ll swaddle bun Gojo in and scoop up into his arms.

Yet another sweatshirt Geto will have to wash because it has white hairs all over it now.

***

Geto gets cute aggression with Bunjo, starts squishing and pinching the cute bun. 

(Geto does that with human Gojo’s cheeks too.)

Gojo wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves pets, and Geto’s hand is sometimes the best reward. 

Bunjo will hop over to Geto and flip over onto his back - exposing his tummy. Geto doesn’t hesitate to stroke the soft fur, which smells so sweet somehow; he buries his face into Bunjo’s furry body and showers him with kisses. 

Whenever Bunjo has been running around for the day, he comes back all dusty. Cue Geto picking Bunjo up and patting the dust off like he’s a rug.

After one final shake, Geto finishes the patting session with a kiss to Bunjo’s head. 

***

Bunjo being a brat and dive-bombing Nanami during a training session. In bun form, he’s somehow hopping so high in the air and lands a kick right to Nanami’s ass. 😭

Nanami immediately yells, “GETO-SAN, COME PICK HIM UP. PLEASE. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!”

Geto, who is busy helping Haibara train, shouts back, “Just indulge him for a bit!”

Nanami: “HAH?”

Geto: “Spar with him!”

Bunjo’s back leg thumps the ground twice as he launches himself into the air to push a paw into Nanami’s face.

Nanami: “GETO-SAN, THIS IS RIDICULOUS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPAR WITH HI-“ *gets kicked HARD on his face by Bunjo*

When Geto finally comes over, Nanami is on the ground holding Bunjo up by the armpits and as far away from his face as possible.

As soon as Geto takes Bunjo into his arms, the white bun melts against Geto’s body, ears twitching happily.

That’s the first day Nanami begins to lose respect for his senpais. 

After that, Nanami has war flashbacks anytime he comes across a wild rabbit that’s the same shade of white as Gojo.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Satosugu really out here being two 6ft+ tall guys sharing a twin bed. Their bodies are contorted into the most uncomfortable positions - long limbs tightly folded, one of them always half on top of the other - in order to fit.  

They spend more nights in Geto’s bed, which Gojo revels in because Geto's natural, masculine scent relaxes him. And in his sleep, Gojo always manages to wiggle his way over to share Geto’s pillow.

But the most important thing is Gojo’s plushie that he MUST bring when he’s sleeping over at Geto’s. 

It’s an old, dusty, and worn-out thing - an albino tiger. Geto had gifted it to him when they started being friends. 

(“It looks like you,” Geto had said.)

Since then, Gojo kept it close, hugging it to his chest in his sleep. 

(“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone about this,” Gojo mumbled sleepily as he held the plushie tight, eyes fluttering shut. Geto sighed fondly. 

“Yeah, yeah, just shut up already and go to sleep.”)

***

At first, Geto doesn’t realize how special the plushie is. After all, Gojo had insisted the tiger did NOT look like him and just said he’ll drop it off in his room.

The truth is, Gojo genuinely has trouble sleeping without his plushie - which he named “Shiroi.” Don’t get him wrong, he can! He is certainly capable of closing his eyes and letting dreamworld take over without a dumb stuffed animal.

But alas, Shiroi brings him so much comfort. Her fur is very soft too. Gojo loves the feeling of the small weight pressed to his chest. 

So yeah, maybe he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night if he’s suddenly lost his grip on Shiroi. 

One time, the plushie got stuck underneath Geto at some point during the night. The first emotion filling Gojo’s fuzzy mind upon realizing this is anger. He’s ready to push over the dead weight of his best friend as hard as he can so he can rescue Shiroi from her prison. 

But one look at Geto’s peacefully sleeping face, so cute and complacent, and the anger dies down immediately. Instead of shoving Geto out of Earth’s orbit, Gojo settles for carefully tugging Shiroi free and cradling her to his chest. 

Facing Geto, who is dead-to-the-world deep in sleep, Gojo easily drifts into darkness. 

***

Gojo’s plushie dependence becomes more apparent during a mission assigned to the strongest pair, one that unexpectedly lasts over two days, meaning they have to spend the night at a motel. 

When they prepare to sleep for the night, Gojo begins to fidget. 

“Satoru, quit moving,” Geto mutters tiredly. They’re sharing one bed, this one a little bigger than the ones in the dorm. They have both more space and blanket, so Geto isn’t sure why Gojo can’t keep still. 

Surprisingly, Gojo doesn’t retort back. He just exhales heavily, as if nothing was right in the world. He burrows himself under the covers.

Of course, Geto senses something is wrong.

“‘Toru? Everything all right?” Geto questions.

Gojo is silent for a moment, long enough that Geto thinks he won’t answer. But then, Gojo let’s out an annoyed (annoyed!? Geto just breathed) huff, and flips over to face the other boy. 

Wordlessly, Gojo tucks his face into the crook of Geto’s neck. Gojo’s hands finally find something to grasp onto: Geto’s arm.

“I sleep better holding something,” Gojo quietly says, lips smushed against the soft skin of Geto’s neck. 

Of course. The answer clicks right in Geto’s mind.

(Most things about Gojo do.)

“You miss Shiroi?” Geto softly asks. Light puffs of air fan out on his neck. The mop of white hair tickles his jaw when Gojo slightly nods, up and down.

“You better not tell any-” Gojo starts, but Geto pinches Gojo’s shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, I won’t tell a single soul. This is between you and me, Satoru,” Geto says gently. Gojo seems satisfied with that answer because his body finally relaxes, melting into Geto’s side. 

He doesn’t let go of Geto’s arm either, even as the two of them drift off into dreamland.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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[sixeyescurseuser]

Thinking about Curse Geto inspired by Medusa, where he has snakes for hair and will turn people to stone if they make eye contact.

Back in ancient times, Geto was a sorcerer from a prominent clan. He was the middle child of ten siblings and was on the quieter side. It wasn’t until he got his technique at eight years old that his family noticed him - and not in a good way.

Geto was powerful, and progressed at a rate that was envied by others of his clan. While they had the same technique - something along the lines of sound/air manipulation - Geto was still stronger than all of them.

By his teens, Geto had an ever-piling mountain of responsibilities. Only valued for his abilities, and abused for them too. There was a lot of pressure…and constant noise. All day and all night, Geto heard every single sound: one of his relatives crying, or fighting, singing or screaming

So. Much. Noise.

And no one bothered checking in on him.

He despised them.

Geto planned to escape but his clan would never allow that. In his attempt to run away, Geto’s clan managed to overwhelm his senses and kill him.

In the end, the ugly feelings of resentment and hatred consumed him. This was also an era where no one knew that sorcerers could become curses if they didn’t receive a proper burial; therefore, his body wasn’t properly disposed of either.

That’s how Geto became a curse who found his peace and silence by turning people to stone with one simple glance.

This was Geto’s fate.

***

Three centuries later, Geto has left behind the days of him rampaging and killing humans left and right. He’s a changed curse!

He doesn’t want to kill anymore, but the humans keep bothering him! They spread horror stories where he dwells, meaning many impulsive kids and teens cross his territory on stupid dares, and well Geto has to kill them now, doesn't he?

Geto is very protective of his territory.

***

Geto had always wanted a friend though.

Being a curse was lonely.

Geto’s snakes are the only company he has.

Though some days, they drag him down like an oversized crown. They are his true cursed nature, after all - one that Geto constantly fights.

His bloodthirsty babies will whisper to go to the village and turn it all to stone.

You know you want to, the snakes hiss.

Humans are nasty creatures. They have it coming, they repeat.

Imagine how energized you’ll feel after.

Geto can’t deny any of it.

***

The universe sends Geto (now a special grade curse) his first friend in the form of a 190cm human sorcerer with albino-white hair and white bandages secured around his eyes.

Oh yeah, did he mention this sorcerer was sent to exorcize him?

But Geto is like “NOT TODAY” and flees the scene.

Not that that accomplishes anything. This sorcerer - Gojo Satoru - is definitely following Geto’s cursed energy traces, exorcizing other lesser curses while he’s at it.

Gojo is probably following a random statue here and there leftover from Geto’s accidents. See, Geto can't see with his eyes closed, so if people end up crossing his path…

Well, it can’t be helped. Not with Gojo hot on his trail.

Then, Geto will think he’s safe, wiping the sweat off his forehead when a flower appears into his vision. Gojo is sitting right next to him, holding the flower out like an offering.

“Hi.”

Geto shrieks and runs away.

***

It seems Gojo is flirting throughout this chase.

Geto must show no signs of weakness and outrun this madness!

***

Gojo has cornered Geto once again. The layers of white bandages are no match for Six Eyes, since Gojo comments about how pretty Geto looks.

“What?!? I- what?” Geto exclaims, too shocked to move away. Gojo places a hand on his cocked hip.

“What? No one’s told you look beautiful before?” he asks.

“…No,” Geto says. “Usually, the last thing people get to say- er, do, before they turn into stone is scream.”

“Oh…well that checks out.”

Geto’s eyebrow twitches.

Gojo continues on to say, “Your beauty is just too stunning!”

Geto is dumbfounded. And maybe a little touched. Are his cheeks heating up? Impossible, this form of his should be incapable of expressing human emotions and reactions.

To blush at such a comment…Geto must have more dignity than this.

***

One day later, Geto is sprinting through the forest while Gojo hollers behind him: “You know, you’re super boring. But at least pay attention to me!”

***

The next day, Geto weaves through the crowds on the street while announcing to people who can see curses, “DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

Gojo cackles as he trails after Geto.

***

To think Geto was a curse born from negative feelings of overstimulation, while Gojo wears a blindfold to not get overstimulated. They’re truly a match made in heaven.

Gojo quickly finds out that Geto isn’t malicious by any means. It’s just…he keeps accidentally killing people. 😭

For Geto, every day is a fucking struggle. After centuries passed, suddenly the silence wasn’t so good anymore. And it’s not even full silence since his snakes constantly hiss in his ears.

The big cities are overcrowded, and he’d stand out too much in the suburbs. Geto should really escape to the countryside.

It’s also a pain to run away from Gojo because that fool makes almost no sound when he moves.

Fortunately, Gojo has stopped claiming he’s giving chase under the pretense that he’s hunting Geto down.

That’s progress, right?

***

And maybe, Geto begins to ook forward to Gojo’s visits.

Just a little.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Satosugu in Gojo’s bed fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, exchanging slow kisses. It could’ve been a few minutes or a few hours; time passes differently when they’re so lost in each other.

Gently, Geto pulls back, eyes fond as he stares into Gojo’s soul. 

“I have to go back to my room. We have an early class tomorrow,” Geto says, voice raspy with fatigue from the day. Gojo hums, then scoots closer to further tangle their legs. He ghosts soft lips over Geto’s adam’s apple.

“Satoru, I’m serious.”

“I heard you, I heard you,” Gojo grumbles. Geto doesn’t have to look down at him to know he’s pouting. “One more?”

The moment Gojo taps his own lips for a kiss, Geto is already swooping down to press their lips together. The wet sounds of their lips smacking fill the air, along with the rustling of sheets as Gojo lazily rolls over to half-pin Geto down.

Geto’s hair is messily strewn across Gojo’s pillow. Gojo can’t help but dig his fingers into the silky strands. Geto’s hands have found their way to Gojo’s waist, simply holding him. By the time they finally pull back, both of them pant heavily - synched in even the smallest thing.

Gojo gazes down at Geto, half-lidded, ocean-blue eyes impossibly bright in the dark room. A few seconds pass before he lifts his weight off.

“Okay. You can…you can go.”

Geto blinks. With a squeeze to Gojo’s hips, he exhales heavily.

“Okay.”

Geto sits up, which Gojo takes as a signal to shuffle back. Except before he can make it even an inch back, Gojo feels the world turn upside down as he's hauled onto his back, and Geto’s lips crash into his once more.

This time, the kiss is much more heated. Geto doesn’t give Gojo time to breathe as he devours Gojo’s mouth, licking in obscenely. 

“S-suguru, you a-asshole-!” Gojo whines, but they both know he’s secretly delighted at Geto’s lack of control. Geto pulls back, smiling with mirth.

“Sorry, you’re just too pretty. I can’t help but want to gobble you up,” he says. 

Gojo preens at that.

More kisses from his insanely hot and warm and most favorite person in the entire world? Gojo doesn’t need to be asked twice before he’s wrapping his legs around Geto’s waist and pulling him closer, silently asking for more.

Geto obliges, dipping down to meet Gojo in the middle.

In the late hours of the night, they end up falling asleep.

And nearly oversleep if not for the alarm Geto had strategically set the night before.

Cue Geto jumping out of bed to get changed but he ends up tripping over their clothes that are scattered on the floor. Gojo, even in his half-asleep daze, cackles loudly at the sight.

Without turning back, Geto quickly gets dressed, throws his middle finger up, and exits the room with a dozen dark, hickeys lining his neck. 

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Satosugu who wear sweatpants that barely cling to their hip bones, and which expose the band of their briefs, and maybe their happy trails too…

Gojo wears expensive as fuck underwear - he’s so nonchalant about it too. One day, when they’re all hanging in Shoko’s room, he’ll off-handedly mention he’s wearing prada that day. Geto will sigh heavily while shooting Shoko an exasperated look.

“Literally what is the reason? It’s just underwear,” Geto tells Gojo, who raises a challenging eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah? Lemme see what brand YOU have.”

He lunges for Geto’s back. 

Geto wheezes as a 190cm lanky brat untucks his shirt. 

“GET AWAY OH MY GOD-!!”

They roll around as they wrestle, pants slipping down their long legs. Gojo has already yanked Geto’s half off. Shoko sits on her bed, wishing she had a bucket of popcorn to snack on while the show gets interesting. 

Usually, she knows when to leave, which is basically when Geto pulls out his curses and sets off the school’s alarms.

This time, she waits a little longer. It’s hilarious to watch Geto - pants pulled down - with a red face throwing curses left and right at Gojo. 

***

Geto doing laundry one day and suddenly pulling out several pairs of Gojo’s expensive af underwear: “That brat is trying to get me to do his laundry for him!”

Geto: …

Geto: “Well, if I’m the one who washes them…”

Cue Geto wearing Gojo’s briefs from that moment on.

They turn out to be pretty comfortable, sue him.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about the Tokyo Jujutsu students going to a hot springs for their holiday vacation, except Gojo suddenly turns bright pink and promptly passes out.

He makes Geto do a whole scene and everything.

(“Satoru, stop playing around and just come out and breathe-

Satoru?

SATORU!”

Geto dives under the water to retrieve an unconscious Gojo, holding him in a bridal carry.

Shoko has to reassure a panicking Geto that, “He’s fine, the idiot just overheated.”)

So Geto takes Gojo back to their shared room and lays with him until Gojo wakes up. 

When Gojo eventually rises, the first thing out of Geto’s mouth is, “You’re banned from going to the hot springs alone.”

Gojo sticks his tongue out.

“It’s a good thing you’ll always be with me then.”

***

After soaking in the hot springs, everyone gathers in the communal room of the place they’re staying in. They’re watching a high-action, fantasy movie - the first of many movies to see, according to Haibara. (Who wants to pull an all-nighter.)

Unfortunately, it seems Gojo is very low on energy. He burns so many calories with his techniques, rendering his metabolism haywire, and he definitely didn’t snack enough today. 

Losing to the hot springs’ sneak attack didn’t help either. 

So, Gojo is feeling very sleepy but he doesn’t want to admit it!

They’re only about thirty minutes into the movie…yet, he ends up falling asleep on Geto, anyway. He can’t help it when he’s sidled up next to his best friend, feeling his body heat and surrounded by his scent. 

Geto feels the moment Gojo’s head tips onto his shoulder. Fondness washes over Geto, and he reaches over to lightly pet Gojo’s soft, white hair.

Well, it looks like he’s not moving anytime soon. Can’t risk jostling the big baby. 

Geto quickly falls asleep too.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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[sixeyescurseuser]

Tattoo/Neurosurgeon

Modern AU where Satosugu were best friends in high school but Gojo who went off to the best uni for his medical studies and Geto who went off on his own to find his calling. 

Gojo got really busy with uni so he couldn’t reach out as often and Geto had known (read: assumed) he was no longer a priority in Gojo’s life. So they drifted apart. 

Ten years later, a lot has changed. Geto is now a respected tattoo artist whose style is very bold and usually black/white. He has his own tattoos that really speak to his identity over the years, being an artist, struggling to find his path, joining a gang, coming out as gay, etc.

Satoru was always in the back of his mind; the best friend who he never thought he’d part from. A lot of his art portfolio pieces were sketches he had refined that were originally inspired by Satoru... 

Meanwhile, Gojo has been studying to become a neurosurgeon, and is currently in residency. He’s very sharp, swamped with work, and takes great pride in helping his patients.

Gojo could not give less of a fuck about tattooing his skin, which is why he didn’t pay much attention to Shoko as she was showing their colleagues the social media page of the tattoo parlor she recently went to. The place is called Ink Domain, with three tattoo artists and one piercer to pick from. 

Who would’ve thought that when Shoko scrolls past the tattoo designs and onto a post introducing the employees, Gojo does the most wicked double-take that leaves a sting in his neck. 

Discreetly, Gojo scans the picture: he sees a man with purple makeup and twin buns, a younger man with pink hair smiling widely next to him, another man with pink hair and black markings on his face, and a woman with long blond hair who has her arm around the shoulders of a man in a baseball cap and black a face mask pulled over the lower-half of his face.

Black side bangs peek out from the cap.

Gojo stares hard at the last figure, a rush of complicated feelings pooling in his gut.

“Who did you say did your tattoo again?” Gojo shakily asks, holding his breath.

The moment the name “Geto Suguru” leaves Shoko’s lips, Gojo feels as if the air has been punched out of his gut.

***

Gojo thinks long and hard about what his next steps should be. Long and hard meaning he books a consultation appointment with Suguru for the next week.

Gojo is sweating. 

Why did he do that? Especially on one of the few days he doesn’t have to go in at the crack ass of dawn into the hospital? To get a consultation for a tattoo he hasn’t given a second thought about, with the best friend he lost touch with nearly a decade ago?

Gojo isn’t sure what he’s hoping to get out of this. He just… he’s missed Suguru, and wants to see how he’s doing.

When Gojo walks into the studio fifteen minutes before his appointment, a boy with pink hair and the name tag “Yuji” greets him. 

“Hi, welcome to Ink Domain. Do you have an appointment?” Yuji asks.

“Yes, a consultation appointment with Geto,” Gojo answers, feeling light-headed and ready to pass out. “My name is Kento Nanami.”

“Okay, checking you in riiight now, and yep! You’re good to go. You can wait on the couch, Geto-san will be with you shortly,” Yuji says brightly.

Gojo waits while anxiously tapping away at his phone, checking his calendar to make sure his shifts are all in order, then takes a look around and sees all the portraits of the artist’s past work - pictures of small moments that they seemed to want to frame. 

Before Gojo knows it, a tap on his shoulder has him looking up into familiar soft hazel eyes, narrowing in mischief.

Gojo swallows thickly, eyes sliding from Suguru’s signature bun and bangs combo, to the tattoos that peek out from his black t-shirt, and the muscles that strain the said t-shirt.

Suguru looks good. No, MORE than good. He looks fucking delectable, giving Gojo the same expression he’d give when he’d catch Gojo stealing his clothes whenever Gojo had slept over.

Oh ho ho, Gojo was screwed.

“Sorry for the wait, Kento,” Geto says while smirking. “Ready for your consultation appointment?”

Gojo stands up abruptly, choking out a weak “yep” to Geto’s question while the rest of his mind is too scrambled to say anything else. Geto chuckles, lifting his chin slightly once he noticed Gojo had surpassed him in height.

“All right, follow me into the back.”

Once they arrive at Geto’s station, Gojo plops his bum onto the patient seat.

Geto rummages around for his sketchbook, lightly lecturing: “Whose poor soul did you commit identity fraud against, Satoru?”

Gojo gives a small smile, happy to see Geto isn’t angry with him. 

“A friend. And a co-worker,” Gojo answers, crossing a leg over the other. Geto hums, searching his station for a pen, a pencil, and a sharpie. 

“Where is work for you?” Geto asks. He pauses for a moment, then remembers he had placed the sharpie in his bun, and proceeds to pull it out.

“JR Tokyo Hospital.”

“In Shibuya?”

Gojo nods, eyes following the way Geto’s biceps bulge when he brings a water bottle to his mouth, gulping it down quickly.

“I’m in residency right now. Gonna be a neurosurgeon,” Gojo says.

Geto’s eyes widen, and he puts his water bottle down.

“A neurosurgeon? Satoru, that’s- that’s amazing,” Geto says, voice filled with awe. He scoots his roller-chair close enough so their knees are a hair away from touching. “I always knew you were going to excel at whatever you pursued. But neuroscience? God, that’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

“Okay, okay stop. Enough about me. Believe it or not, I’m very much interested in what you’ve been up to. A tattoo artist? You never talked about wanting to tattoo!” Gojo exclaims.

Geto’s eyes crinkle, becoming bashful under the slightest amount of praise. As per usual.

“Yeah, well, I must say it was quite a road to get to this point. Doesn’t feel real, sometimes. Getting to do art and make a living out of it? And also loving what I do? I never imagined it before either, trust me,” Geto says, gaze becoming softer as he reflects on the past decade of his life.

It’s bittersweet, thinking about how much time has passed, spent without Satoru by his side. 

It’s never too late though. Satoru is here now, in his shop, listening to his every word.

Satoru and his brilliant brain, and drive to be the best, bound to do great things, which now includes being a fucking neurosurgeon! He’s insane, Geto thinks. Insane in the best way possible. 

Geto is so proud of him.

“But we can save that story for another time. After all, it’s a tattoo consultation you’re here for, isn’t it?” Geto questions, readying his pencil on his sketch pad.

Gojo wants to melt into the ground. Can't Suguru just drop it already?

But after sending a pleading lookover to his former best friend, expressing that he did not fucking come all this way (into a tattoo parlor) for a stupid tattoo, Geto still won’t bite. 

He’s gonna make me say it, Gojo thinks with vengeance. This bastard.

“What if we…skip the consultation part and…just talk?” Gojo suggests. He belatedly shoots two finger guns Suguru’s way for effect.

Geto raises a brow. “But you paid for a consultation.”

“No, I paid for your time,” Gojo clarifies, leg bouncing nervously waiting for Geto’s reaction. “And I would love to use it to catch up.”

Geto’s blinks once, then twice. Slowly, a fond smile spreads across his lips. He puts down the sketch pad, pen, and pencil - and slips the sharpie back into his bun.

“There’s this cafe down the street that I know you’ll love. Give me five minutes and we can head over together,” Geto says, standing up to reset his station.

“Gah! You remember! I hope they have mochi, maybe some cheesecake!” Gojo cheers, standing up as well. He readjusts his pants that had slipped down a little while he sat, then makes his way back to the front.

A hand on his wrist stops him.

“Satoru,” Geto says in his honeyed voice. Crystal blue eyes lock on the face that’s been the subject of bone-deep nostalgia and yearning that’s already made a home in Gojo’s heart. “I’ve missed you.”

Instead of answering, Gojo wastes no time in wrapping his arms around Geto’s shoulders, bringing him in for a long hug. Geto melts into the hug, as if it was the most natural thing on earth, holding Gojo’s waist because he was precious precious precious. 

He still smells the same, Gojo thinks. A little more mature, a little more cinnamon-y, but still the same Suguru.

“I missed you more,” Gojo murmurs, nudging his nose in Geto’s neck. “I’m sorry for losing touch.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t do the best job either,” Geto responds, rubbing comfortingly up and down Gojo’s back. “But we’re here now. You found me again, Satoru.”

“Hehe, I did, didn’t I?”

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[hualianff]

Thinking about Hualian at the beach, where XL must reapply sunscreen on his husband every thirty minutes. Fortunately, HC spends the majority of his beach time relaxing under the safety of the umbrella; however, SQX urging Hualian to join in on beach volleyball or enjoy the waves is simply unavoidable. 

Under the sun’s unforgiving heat, HC burns. So easily. The amount of sunscreen purchased every month is a hefty investment in and of itself. 

XL always takes it upon himself to lather HC up, but sometimes HC is just so bad. He doesn’t sit still for long, or teases XL for putting his hands on HC every chance he gets. 

“Feeling me up in public?” HC fake gasps. “Gege, how scandalous.”

XL flicks HC’s forehead with fond exasperation. 

The point is: HC is destined to not only roast under the sunlight, but he develops the WORST tan lines as well. For one, there’s the comical outline of his eyepatch - not much can be done there. Second,  HC ends up pink everywhere except for his ass and upper-thighs. 

XL has to hide his giggles behind his hands when he walks in on HC showering with his back to the door. HC responds by poorly attempting to cover his ass, then looks back at XL with a pitiful expression. 

“It’s humbling to know my husband is amused by my pain,” HC says woefully. XL’s shoulders continue shaking with his laughter. He walks his evenly-tanned body over to the shower, shoves his trunks down, and joins HC in the shower with a placating kiss.

When HC returns to work after their vacation, his employees are mildly impressed with how much color his skin has. He considers it a small win. 

Nevertheless, YY knows the truth when he pops into HC’s office and sees multiple tubes of aloe vera on the desk.

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[hualianff]

XL, waking up shivering as a spark of electricity shoots down his spine: “!?!??!?”

HC, hovering over him, who had let his intrusive thought to gently blow on his beloved’s neck win: 😳😳

XL: [pinches HC’s ear]

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[hualianff]

Modern Uni AU. Boyfriends Hualian. XL rooms with MQ and FX while HC somehow snagged one of the few single rooms in the upperclassmen building.

Hualian find out very soon that they can’t study in HC’s room because they’ll just end up making out on HC’s bed for hours. XL will try so hard to keep them on track, literally turning away as he studies on HC’s bed while HC is banished to remain at his desk. 

HC manages to get some work done before sneaking his way over to XL, who currently lays on his front, typing up notes. HC covers his boyfriend’s body with his own, pinning XL down with the weight of a sack of potatoes. 

“San Lang, do your homework,” XL sighs, unaffected by the extra body on top of him. HC merely buries his nose in the crook of XL’s neck. 

“Bleh.”

HC then pretends to snore.

XL pauses his typing, and says, “You’re not being a very good study partner right now.”

“I can be a different kind of partner, just say the word,” HC cheekily answers. 

XL sighs. Gathering his strength and utilizing the element of surprise, XL flips them over so he sits in HC’s lap. 

“San Lang, you’re being too greedy. We’ve barely even worked an hour,” XL says seriously, borderline scolding his boyfriend. HC is undeterred. 

“I am simply lobbying for a higher wage,” HC remarks, sliding his hands up XL’s sides, teasing the edge of his sweater. “Three kisses per hour of work just isn’t enough to sustain me.”

XL raises an unimpressed eyebrow. Without breaking eye-contact, he reaches behind him to fling off his notebook and somehow place his laptop on HC’s desk. 

“How about four-“

“Let’s go for time, Gege,” HC suggests with a sparkle in his eye. 

“What?”

“Hm, it’s easier to keep track that way. Let’s say, ten minutes of kisses per hour of work,” HC says.

“Five.”

“Eight.”

“San Lang.”

“…Nine.”

“That’s not how bargaining works,” XL frowns, flicking HC’s forehead. HC just laughs, sitting up so he can skim his lips along his lover’s neck.

“It is when kisses are at stake. Come on, Gege, please? Just a few?” HC begs, pressing light kisses along the column of XL’s throat. “I promise we’ll get more work done after.”

Liar, XL thinks. But he doesn’t turn his head away as HC mouths his way up along XL’s jaw, then his cheek, kissing until he reaches the corner of XL’s mouth. 

Without saying anything else, XL concedes by capturing his boyfriend’s lips in a tender kiss, melting against HC’s body. 

HC smirks triumphantly against XL’s lips. Using one hand to cup XL’s nape, he quickly unlocks the watch on XL’s wrist and sets the timer to ten minutes. Without wasting another second, HC leans back on the bed and yanks XL down with him, bodies flush together as they lose themselves in fervent kisses. 

Mysteriously, the timer never goes off. 

It’s only when XL’s phone goes off, MQ asking if XL is coming down with them for dinner, do HC and XL pull apart with enough rationale to think. 

Oh my god, XL thinks. I’ve been bamboozled!

HC, the sly fox he is, instantly sits up with a bright smile. Because XL is too stunned to speak, HC sneaks in yet another “innocent” kiss. 

“Gege, it’s dinner time. Let’s go!”

“I- give me ten minutes,” XL says in a strained voice. HC tilts his head in question, then notices the obvious bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. 

“Well look who decided to join us today~”

XL chucks a pillow at his boyfriend’s head with a glare.

The turn of events has HC going down to the dining hall with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face while XL calms himself down. Which was kind of difficult to do since he’s surrounded by HC’s scent…

When XL finally joins the group, FX and MQ immediately fire off their questions.

“What took you so long!?”

“Why are you so red?”

XL coughs, then takes his seat beside HC, who wears a satisfied smirk. 

One look at the pair and Fengqing know not to ask any further questions. 

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

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