#uhhhh first jjk one shot tbh

[satorusbbygrl]

the stronger you are, the harder you fall

Summary: Satoru Gojo is perceived to be an aloof, careless man. A dangerous one. But there's more to him than people think.

Sheep probably think lions are villains too.

(Also on AO3 )

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The strongest sorcerer.

That's what people called him. The cocky, selfish womanizing sorcerer with a god complex.

Oh but only if they knew.

His birth changed the entire trajectory of the jujutsu world as everyone knew it. He wasn't even a toddler before people started calling him 'the greatest in over a thousand years'.

So what he was a bit cocky? Maybe it's because he was told he was great his whole life by people who were much older than him. So who was he to care? In his mind, it was merely reparations.

It's the least his clan can do, after they stripped him of his childhood.

...

He didn't have friends.

"The strongest sorcerer of our clan shouldn't align himself with the likes of them."

The children in question were just....children. Children with love and laughter, hopes and dreams. With choices. Satoru Gojo had none of those.

His only purpose was to protect the world from curses. Anything besides that was irrelevant. It was all but drilled into him.

"Get inside, Satoru. It's after one in the afternoon, no need for you to trouble yourself with those that are not on your level."

If he was going to be alone for the rest of his life, he might as well be good at it.

So now, when everyone called him the strongest, he nodded and smiled, going along with them.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

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When Satoru Gojo turned fifteen, he found himself interested in someone. She was pretty, with kind eyes and a beautiful smile. But she was taken out by the Sorcerer Killer—Toji fucking Fushiguro.

Geto had to stop him from killing the man himself.

"He fucking killed her, Suguru! He has to pay!"

Geto's calm but fierce eyes found Satoru's piercing blue ones as held his gaze, sympathizing with his pain yet knowing that nothing he could do would bring her back.

"If you kill him, then everyone will be after you and I don't think you want Shoko caught up in that, now do you?"

The blue eyed boy punched the wall in front of him in anger, tired and angry at the world but most importantly he was fed up with the world of sorcery. He ignored the blood that dripped from his pale fists. He was angry at his family for putting the burden of the jujutsu world on him and taking away any semblance of happiness he could've possibly had. Angry at the world for expecting him to be flawless.

He was just angry at the world.

After that, Gojo made a vow to himself to never love again.

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Two years later, he and Suguru were tasked with keeping the star plasma vessel, Riko, safe. She was a middle schooler and in some ways, even reminded himself of how he used to be growing up before his cruel reality snapped him awake from his reverie.

He didn't want to admit it at first, but she had grown on him. They had only known her for a short while but surely enough, he started to consider her family.

"We'll keep you safe, Riko. I promise."

A promise he couldn't keep. A promise that broke his heart and had darkened Suguru's. Because now his best friend understood. He understood why Satoru had felt this way in the first place.

The higher ups only saw the strongest sorcerers as a means to an end. And although, he could easily kill them, there would be no point. More of them would just take their place and where would he be? An outsider. Exiled. Unable to make any change on his end.

So he decided then and there that he would protect the future generation of jujutsu sorcery, to see them excel where the conservative, traditional fools of their current world would not.

"Satoru, a teacher? Really?"

The platinum-haired giant smirked, "What? You think I wouldn't be able to teach a couple of teenagers?"

"No." Suguru deadpanned.

If only he saw what Riko's death had done to Geto earlier on. His best and only friend, and at times possibly more than that, was hurting and there was nothing Gojo could do. He was more absent now, more zoned out and exhausted and depressed than Satoru had ever seen him. He was always the one that kept Gojo on his toes. Always ready to reprimand him should he go astray.

But now it seemed it was the opposite. A world where Suguru had lost his way and possibly his mind. The news of his parents' murder surprised the blue-eyed sorcerer. Geto was many things, but a cold-blooded killer wasn't one of them.

"Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo's eyes were wide, unshed tears in his waterline as he listened to his best friend. What he was saying?

"Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?"

He didn't even give him time to answer, probably already knowing it anyway. Gojo held his outstretched, trembling hand in front of him, his fingers aching and sweaty, the mere thought of having to end his best friend's—his soulmate's— life made his gut churn and tumble, the bile welled up in his throat. His eyes burning with hot tears.

Satoru Gojo never felt sick. His endless cursed energy made sure of that.

As he walked off, he kept replaying the moment over and over in his mind, desperate for answers. How did Suguru become this? What was even the point of all his power if he couldn't even save his best friend?

What good was the strongest sorcerer when he couldn't even save the one person who was worth anything to him? What was the point? What was it?

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Their last words to each other rang in the sorcerer's mind like a record player with the same record on repeat. Kind of like how they do it in horror movies, he thought. It was a sick and twisted memory that plagued him every night and every day. He took overtime, he taught his students, he went home and did it all over again for months. Yaga was ever so observant, taking in Gojo's fake smiles and teases. Plucking them apart like a violinist plucks a string, feeling its vibrations just enough to play the tune, but as cleverly as a professional could be.

Despite his cheerful and aloof persona, the man was living nightmares day by day and no one even knew.

No one suspected.

How could they when he was everyone's resident idiot?

But Yaga knew.

The man used to teach Satoru after all, and a teacher who always cares is always aware. That, he knows.

So when Satoru brushes him off with a polite, yet firm "No thank you" to an inquiry about his mental state, he knew to drop the matter entirely.

You can bring a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.

Gojo kept his feelings to himself, painfully aware that his emotions could create curses and a curse created by the Satoru Gojo could easily bring down the entire world.

He almost laughed to himself. He wasn't even allowed to grieve his one and only or even deal with it the way he wanted to.

So he stayed silent. Jujutsu sorcerers could opt in for therapy sessions, sure, but no therapist could give him the answers he needed. No, what he needed was to reform the jujutsu world so that these things stopped happening. He needed action, not empty words on a payroll. He wanted to make sure that the future of jujutsu was nothing like the world the old geezers created.

He wanted his students to have happiness, to have freedom. Besides, no one was allowed to take youth away from young people.

He knew that all too well.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #fanfic #my perception of gojo #uhhhh first jjk one shot tbh #suguru geto #there will be a part 2 #i swear on my life