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Gojo Satoru, thought of as a God in the Jujutsu World, then soon ascended to Godhood in his twenties. He was proclaimed as the Overseer, or more commonly; The Six Eyes.
Nobody really knew what his true form was, nor did anyone know his name in fact. The only way he was identifiable was his eyes. His light blue eyes that mirror the image of the sky, eyes so bright that in the dark it was rumored that he once stared in a pond and his eyes lit up the water reflecting into the sky, creating the stars and the moon.
There were stories of his many forms; a being that was tall and long flowing white hair that matched with his eyes, stories of him being secretly a kitsune, stories of him moving space and time, unable to be hit by anything, stories of him being a plain mortal whom the gods found interesting- simply because of his bright eyes.
All non-sorcerers didn’t have the faintest idea of who the illustrious Six Eyes was, they all knew he existed. Of course, he was written in textbooks about being a great, wonderful savior that saved and will save the world again. In actuality, it wasn’t the Gojo Satoru who currently roams the earth.
It was his grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents and so on. His grandparents who had the six eyes technique and did miraculous things that changed and saved many lives.
Soon the Gods took notice, and once the next six eyes user was born. They ascended them to be the ruler of all.
The Overseer, Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru. The God of All.
The God of Everything.
And Now, Geto Suguru.
Born and raised from the countryside. Living in a small town, most who lived there were either in their seventies or below fifteen, the others moved out. But everyone was happy in his run down town.
Everyone smiled, so he never saw or needed to consume a curse, and so- when he was scouted and one day told he was a “Special Grade Jujutsu sorcerer.” Born to exercise curses. Thrown in the Jujutsu world, torn from his nice easy humble life with his town.
Thrown into the large world, thrown into the heart of Tokyo.
Geto Suguru was a handsome man, many didn’t know if he should be described as; handsome, or beautiful.
He had any man or womans ideal features. Soft hair, pale skin, slim, fit, almond eyes, heart shaped face, a soft kind voice.
He had almost everything.
But still, senior year at Jujutsu high, he defected and became a curse user.
Struggling to live with his new ‘family.’
Struggling to swallow curses every day.
And struggling to simply live.
**
“Geto-sama!” Nanako, the spritely girl said. Waving her phone around snapping him from his daze. “Hm? Nanako, has something happened?” He sat up from the beaten sofa.
In the short time of leaving Jujutsu High, he found a suitable place to stay. He didn’t have a solid plan, but he’d make it work.
Suguru got up and rubbed his eyes before walking to the worn down sink. He turned the squeaky handle to the left and on the first try- no water came out. Suguru sighed and bent down, he peeked underneath the sink to find the issue.
“Let Nanako fix it.” Mimiko said, “she can practice her technique.” The girl walked and crouched next to Suguru. “No, she's too un-practiced. We wouldn't want her to get hurt.”
He summoned a small cursed spirit and it ran through the drain and into the pipes. A few seconds later the spirit disappeared signaling the sink was fixed. “See, all better.” He smiled. He rose and turned the handle on again, this time, water came out.
Suguru began to wash the dishes before returning to look at Nanako who clearly wanted to say something. “Geto-sama?” She pouted, “Can’t we go out to eat?”
It was late, they were all tired of eating the same meal on the same plates in the same small abandoned shed in the middle of nowhere. The same wooden walls that had so many holes that they didn’t need a light because the moon shone through already. The moss that climbed up the ramshaked walls and the counter that was overused. The single bed that he managed to transport into their ‘home’ and the clothes he was forced to make himself because he refused to wear anything a monkey made.
He didn’t force this onto Nanako or Mimiko, and so he begrudgingly agreed to eating around so many monkeys.
He put on a black hoodie and black pants, after making sure they were the ones that he had finished sewing up, he dressed Nanako and Mimiko in warmer clothes and then they set off on the curse, rainbow dragon.
Mimiko leaned on his shoulder and Nanako rapidly took pictures of the sky above. “Wow,” Mimiko breathed, getting closer to Suguru’s warmth. “The moon, it's so pretty.” Nanako nodded in agreement, “so are the stars! Look how many there are!”
The breeze gently brushed by them, a small whistle in their ears. The dark sky being lit up with the stars that shone back at them, the full moons gazing down as if it was staring directly at him.
Suguru felt his ears colden, he looked at the two girls and saw their ears were as red as his own. “Want to hear a story? It will be a long trip there.”
The girls eagerly shook their heads as they loved his stories. They readjusted to sit more comfortably as they awaited for his story to be told.
“You like the moon, right? The stars in the sky too?” Suguru asked. They nodded again. “Would you like to hear about the deity who created them?”
Suguru then used his jujutsu to form shapes that ended up looking like people, “Gojo Satoru.” He said, “Or Six Eyes.”
“The monkeys that live on this earth have not the slightest inclination of who he is. They believe he is a lot, but he is actually just a Jujutsu sorcerer who ascended to godhood.” Suguru laughed softly, “He was like you or myself. They do not know his motives, name, or appearance. He is the god of all, of everything. But they do not know anything about the all knowing.”
“Most jujutsu sorcerers know the new Six Eye’s appearance, tall, taller than me. White fluffy hair, pale skin and eyes that the heavens found interesting.”
“But our Six Eye’s is not the Six Eye’s we once had who actually hung the heavens. But our six eyes was a sorcerer who ascended, around my age. I’m not sure why or what he did for that to be decided but they gods put him in charge of everything- even themselves.”
“And the first thing he did- was slaughter and dethrone gods and kings alike. Kept the ones he believed worthy, but killed all that had harmed another leaving only six left.”
“Six gods that his Six Eyes deemed worthy.”
“I wondered.” Mimiko interjected, “why put so much faith in someone so young?”
Suguru didn't need to think about it, he smiled and calmly looked at his two daughters, the city lights of Tokyo coming into view as he said;
“A young god will still have their humanity.”
**
Suguru landed in an empty area. Making sure nobody was around before quickly walking through the bustling streets tightly holding onto Nanako and Mimiko’s hands, his head down low hoping he wouldn't run into someone who wanted his head to present to the higher ups.
“Where do you want to eat?” Suguru asked, quickly scanning the area for any familiar faces. “Anywhere.” Mimiko said, “wherever you want, Geto-sama.”
“Don’t be like that,” Suguru smiled, “you should make your own choice, it’s better to be confident and independent then chasing another around.” Mimiko nodded, “okay. Is it alright if I follow Nanako around?” Suguru laughed, “of course. You will always have each other, even when I’m gone- your sister will be with you.”
“You sound like you're gonna die.” Nanako pouted. “Cut it out.” Suguru smiled gently. “You know I’m a wanted criminal, right?” Nanako nodded. “I know, but it doesn’t matter. The monkeys are wrong!”
“If I ever don’t return home.” Suguru said. “Don’t seek revenge,”
“No matter how angry, no matter how sad, no matter what.”
Nanako and Mimiko frowned. “Are you that concerned you're going to get captured?” Mimiko asked. Suguru didn’t respond. He was strong, he knew that, but he had many weaknesses, after all. He, too, was human.
“There, Geto-sama.” Mimiko pointed to a bright restaurant. It had a patio, which was surprising for Tokyo. Surrounded with green bushes cut perfectly into squares. A glass door that led into a modern room with a concrete floor and white tables and chairs. A large white light hung from the ceiling that illuminated the white walls.The counter was a gray-white, many servers rushing around frantically.
“Rush hour.” Suguru breathed. He found an empty corner and sat down, staring at the menu intensely. “What do you want?” He asked the girls. “This.” Nanako said, pointing to what looked like a soup. Mimiko pointed to pancakes and waffles. “Breakfast for dinner?” He chuckled. “Okay,” Mimiko grinned widely, hugging her plushie close.
“Are you ready to order?” A waiter with brown hair strutted over. “Yes, can she have this soup and pancakes and waffles?” The waiter nodded. “What would you like?” Suguru smiled, “nothing.”
“…” the waiter paused. “Ah, okay sir.” He took the menus from them and walked away. Mimiko and Nanako were silent. “I’m not hungry.” He explained, “that’s all.”
Nanako and Mimiko were young, they were only seven. So oblivious, and of course. They believed him.
Their food came quickly, Nanako and Mimiko started eating from across from him. Suguru wouldn’t deny it; he was hungry. But he’d survive.
Suguru sat there silently as the girls ate. Scarfing the food down without a care in the world. Suguru sighed to himself and looked around, checking for anyone.
He briskly looked around before his eyes locked with someone.
Saying ‘eyes’ wasn’t correct, he more locked ‘eyes’ with a blindfold.
There was a man in the corner of the restaurant, diagonal to him. White bandages wrapped around where his eyes would be. He wore an expensive white button up, partly covered by his black dress suit. He had black pants and black shoes.
White hair that was pointed in almost every direction. Suguru guessed it was because of his blindfold.
He looked muscular, pale in appearance and light pink lips that twisted into a smile as he saw Suguru was staring at him.
He slowly raised his hand to his side and waved. He rested his arm on the table and leaned forward before gesturing for him to come to him.
Suguru looked back down at the table trying to break ‘eye contact’ with the weird man but he still felt his gaze lingering on him.
Suguru paused before he pondered to himself, could this man be a jujutsu sorcerer? Nobody walks around looking so weirdly unless so…
Suguru slowly glanced back up and focused his vision on cursed energy around him. Suguru was talented at spotting jujutsu sorcerers, a talent that worked out well for his future.
At the sight of the white haired man’s cursed energy, he froze.
“Shit.” He swore under his breath.
I don’t know what his technique is but I know he has way more cursed energy than me…
It seems limitless.
“We have to go.” Suguru said. “We need to go now.” He repeated.
Nanako and Mimiko looked disappointed but felt the anxiety building up in Suguru. The girls nodded and packed their food in boxes. They all got up, Suguru fished out his wallet and quickly made his way to the counter. “Can I pay here?” He smiled. The waiter then very slowly turned around, “yeah. Go ahead.” She grumbled lazily.
She pressed some numbers on the register and she then turned the screen over, displaying the price to everyone.
“5000 yen.” She grumbled, picking at her fingernails.
Suguru paled.
“Uhm… you see- I'm in a bit of a rush, and I don’t have that money right now.” Suguru coughed, glancing at the blindfolded man who suddenly stood from his seat. “5000 yen?” She scoffed. “It’s not that much, you broke, boy?”
Suguru pressed his lips tightly together. “I’m so sorry.” He said, “but…”
The white haired man was now too close for comfort. We have to go now.
“Run!” He shouted. Suguru summoned a worm curse that shot out at the blindfolded man, killing many humans in the way. Screams and panic ran through the restaurant. Everyone shot from their seats and scattered, making perfect chaos for an escape.
He and his daughters rushed from the restaurant, screams following behind. Suguru summoned rainbow dragon and they all quickly got on and fled, but before they were too far gone- Suguru peeked down and saw the white haired man grinning up at him.
Alive and unharmed.
“Geto-sama!” Nanako shouted, “he-he’s alive!” Mimiko says, “not just that… there’s not a scratch on him.”
They all looked down at the white haired man, he slowly removed his blindfold, his hair falling down revealing the fluffiness of it, his white hair blowing calmly in the breeze. Hoards of people rushing and straggling out of the restaurant that was now lit on fire.
The white bandage that was covering his eyes was in his hand, his grip was too loose and it blew away in the wind.
He slowly raised his head to look up,
Revealing light blue eyes that reflected the sky and the stars.
**
Gojo Satoru frowned.
He had lost his blindfold to the wind.
He had lost his Geto to a dragon curse.
“What a bummer.” He said to himself. Satoru turned around at the burning restaurant. He calmly entered the burning building and looked around. There were a few corpses but that's not what Satoru was here for.
Satoru believed in saving the living, not saving the remains of the living.
He walked over to where he was sitting, swiftly grabbed his unfinished meal and found a to-go box that wasnt completely charred yet and put his food inside. He got out his wallet and put the money in the register even if the money would soon burn.
Satoru left the building smiling, eating his leftover waffles with a fork he had found that seemed clean enough. He waited outside before as he expected, voices came. “Evacuate everyone!” A boy with black spiky hair said. “I’ll find anyone that's alive!” Another boy shouted, this one had pink fluffy hair. A woman with a hammer in her right hand stood in front of both boys. She pointed directly at him and snapped, “who the hell is that?!” She scowled.
Satoru Gojo’s six eyes told him that the black haired boy’s name was; “Megumi Fusiguro.” Who happened to come from one of the two great clans of Jujutsu. And the other was, “Kugisaki Nobara.” Told to be a spritely woman with great deal of potential. “Yuji Itadori.” Who seemed to have two souls dwelling in him. One forbidden and one, his own. But besides the malicious intent his former soul had, he was indeed a good person.
But the illustrious Satoru Gojo, the Overseer, the Six Eyes, The god of everything, of all- did not care for one second of the young sorcerers.
And so, once yelled at by Kugisaki he instantly glared and shouted back, “Jujutsu sorcerer!” He snarled, “I'm surprised to see you!” Fushiguro glared, “are you a sorcerer?” He asked, “Whatever, it doesn't matter. Just move before the building collapses on you!”
The three were fully dressed in Jujutsu High uniforms. Cursed energy flowed around their bodies unprofessionally. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Satoru glared. “You think you can boss me around?”
Fushiguro scoffed, “the building is going to collapse! Don’t be so arrogant for a moment and move!” Satoru simply laughed as he saw the roof fall down on him. Fortunity- he could not be hit. And so he continued to laugh as he pushed the collapsed burning roof off of him and stared amused at the three students' bewildered expression.
“I- I don’t understand.” The vessel named Itadori said, ferociously shaking his head. “Well, genius.” Kugisaki backed away to avoid being set ablaze. “I don’t either.”
“Is everyone alright?!” He then heard another man approaching. He had blond hair and was very muscular. Satoru Gojo’s eyes told him his name was “Nanami Kento.”
Satoru Gojo was an impatient man, only the brave would describe him as childish. But the god waited for what would play out, purly for his amusement.
“Yeah, Sensei.” Itadori said, still looking shocked. “So is he.” He pointed towards Satoru. “The roof fell on him.” Fushiguro added, looking irritated for no reason.
Nanami Kento was more wize and educated than the three. As he immediately identified who the white haired man was, solely because of his light blue eyes.
“Now why would there be a god walking the streets of Tokyo?” Nanami asked, a sudden burst of cursed energy, he raised his weapon quickly. “A God?” The students said in unison. “Who?”
“Gojo Satoru.” Nanami sighed, “or, The Six Eyes.”
“He can’t be that powerful that people would call him a god.” Itadori confidently grinned. Cursed energy balled in his fists, completely oblivious to the fact Gojo Satoru could easily kill him with a simple punch.
“You're wrong.” Kugisaki swallowed. “He wasn't deemed a god by anyone, or a self proclaimed one either.”
Megumi Fushiguro and Kugisaki Nobara, those two students had been living in the Jujutsu world for longer than the other. Right as they heard “Six Eyes.” They knew who he was, their knowledge of the deity wasn’t as sharp as an older and more experienced sorcerer.
Fushiguro's mouth slowly opened but words couldn't come out.
“He is a god.” Kugisaki breathed.
“Fools,” Satoru sighed, “come on Nanami. You should educate your students a little better, isn’t that right Fushiguro?” He grinned as he saw the look of shock deepen on all of their faces.
“How do you know our names?” Itadori shouted. His hands started to shake as he too noticed how much cursed energy Satoru Gojo really had.
“He is the god of everything. Of all.” Nanami said. “But if I may ask. Why are you here?”
Satoru smiled, as he desperately wanted to answer this question. One of the reasons why he stuck around to be crushed by a falling and burning ceiling and insulted by teenagers who he could kill with a flick of his finger.
“I've been watching someone, you see.” Satoru grinned. He started to walk closer and the sorcerers backed away. “He’s just so fascinating.”
“He’d challenge those above him, slaughter anyone who he deemes is wrong and has his own ideas. Ideas that are against everyone else. Against what's known as right but he still believes they make sense.” Satoru Gojo grinned. “And yet through all of that.”
“My eyes tell me he still has his humanity to him.”
Satoru had a mesmerized look, staring at the place in the sky where Geto Suguru had flown away. Eagerly waiting for the day that the other wouldn’t run but stay by his side.
“Now, I made an unbreakable vow to not slaughter the masses. So unfortunately- I cannot help him with his goal.” Satoru genuinely frowned, sending a chill down the Jujutsu sorcerer’s backs. “I wondered if that would make him see me as interesting, but I doubt it.” Satoru sighed.
“Ha,” Nanami grinned, but something was covered up by his grimace. “Your talking about Geto, Geto Suguru. Aren’t you?”
“Of course,” Satoru smiled, “there isn't another like him.”
“He’s unique, special.”
“A one and only… My one and only.”
**
Geto Suguru frantically paced in circles muttering to himself. The moonlight poured through their ‘home’ making Suguru’s face shine with the light.
Suguru made sure to keep quiet so he would be able to avoid Nanako and Mimiko from waking. Now in a comfortable black baggy shirt and black sweatpants Suguru found it harder from collapsing and falling asleep as he was pacing around.
Suguru swore to himself to not fall asleep, he needed to think.
How, and more importantly, Why, would a deity show up in the same restaurant? Six eyes had made it more than obvious that he was watching Suguru, proven by the fact the god had waved at him.
The idea of the deity working for the higher up to capture him had crossed Suguru’s mind- but he deemed it not plausible. For the god would never bow to a group of low life grandpas.
Suguru also noticed that Six eyes did not show care for the lives he took that night. In order to escape he created chaos, leading to an estimate of twelve deaths. He neither cared for the lives he took but did care that six eyes appeared in the same place as he and his daughters.
That fact alone stirred worry in Suguru.
Suguru couldn't help it and sat down on the beaten up couch. He stared at the sky barely managing to keep his eyes open. His breathing was heavy, the cold air made his skin crawl, as he breathed puffs of condensation appeared before him. And so did a knock at the door.
Suguru shot from his comfortable spot, he summoned a small curse and approached the door. Suguru leaned his shoulder against the wooden door before saying quietly, “Who are you?” His voice was shaky, more than Suguru initially believed he would sound.
No response.
Suguru got impatient and peeked through a crack through the door. He held his breath but there was nobody to be seen. Suguru threw the door open, a gust of wind blew through and more snow started to make its way into the house. Suguru let out a soft sigh before he turned around.
A blue eyed figure staring at him, sitting on his sofa.
Sugurus' body instantly tensed. Suguru wanted to run to Nanako and Mimiko, desperate to protect- but fear stood in his way like a brick wall. Leading Suguru to crash into the wall, stricken with fear.
“Geto.” The deity smiled, seemingly enjoying speaking Suguru’s name as he repeated it again. “Su-gu-ru.”
His name fell from his mouth like dripping honey. The sweetness lingered in the air making its way to Suguru, somehow calming his nerves. Six eyes crossed his legs and leaned forward. “Outstanding, excellent… that's what your name means, right?” The god asked even though he already knew he was correct.
Satoru’s voice was soft, surprisingly so- it made the wall of fear in Suguru completely melt away. Just as the God intended.
Suguru managed to nod. Satoru continued, “My name means enlightenment.” He tilted his head to the side. “You have a very fitting name, Geto-kun.” Suguru swallowed hard as he quickly returned his politeness, “your name fits you even better, Gojo-sama.”
Satoru was beyond intrigued. He intended to find every secret about Geto Suguru that his six eyes did not know. He intended to find secrets about Geto Suguru that he did not know about himself.
Satoru stood, he stepped forward but Suguru stepped back, lips pressed tightly together.
Satoru kept a calm smile on his face and extended a hand, slowly and steadily moving toward the other as if he was a stray puppy that needed soft movements before he could fully acclimate to the taller man.
Satoru stood at least twelve or thirteen centimeters above Suguru, and Suguru was already tall as it is- making it more like he was prey and Satoru was the predator.
This was not Satoru’s intention, however.
Satoru stepped back even if he desperately wanted to embrace the shorter man.
“Gojo-sama, why are you here?” Suguru asked, clearly trying to keep his words simple and plain. Satoru laughed aloud at his carefulness. “Visiting,” Satoru smiled, “and no need for formalities.”
Suguru looked bewildered, no formalities? Is he testing me? Suguru wasn’t sure. “…” he looked down at his black socks after he was unable to form a response. “Satoru, call me that.” Satoru beamed. Suguru shook his head, “no, no. I could never do that, if you don’t prefer formalities… will Gojo-San be a suitable substitute?”
Gojo Satoru shook his head. “No,” his voice was sterner, Suguru stiffened as before and Satoru softened his voice again. “Satoru. Come on, try it out, please?”
Suguru nodded, looking down before hesitating, “Sa-to-ru.” Dragging out each syllable, Satoru’s name fell from his mouth, Suguru said his name so kindly and purred out every syllable, even though it was unintentional. Satoru felt chills running up his spine. Desperately wanting to hug or hold Suguru, but Satoru was meekly holding out the temptation.
“Easy as that.” Satoru grinned, he stayed back from Suguru’s worried expression. “Are you working for the higher ups?” Suguru swiftly asked. Satoru blinked a couple times before he broke out in laughter, “sorry,” he laughed. “I know you better than that, Suguru.” He smiled, “you that I’m not.”
Suguru believed the God, he nodded and said, “Okay. So, why are you here?” Satoru crossed his arms, he then sat down- but in the air. Floating above ground. Suguru’s eyes widened, unfocused at what the god had replied, “I told you- I’m visiting.”
Floating wasn’t uncommon in Jujutsu. But floating without a catalyst or it being without a cursed technique was impossible. Suguru then began to wonder if it was a part of his cursed technique but he doesn’t exclude the possibility that floating was something the deity could do naturally.
Suguru hadn’t heard the deity’s response but was worried about repeating the question he had asked two times before. But surprisingly, the God noticed that Suguru hadn’t been paying attention and repeated his answer, “I’m visiting.” He smiled, “you also dropped this.” Satoru slowly approached Suguru. This time Suguru didn’t back away.
In the God's hand were two takeout boxes. “Your daughter’s, right?” Suguru slowly took the boxes from the gods hands, he saw his hands slightly shaking. He scolded his hands for trembling, after he took the boxes embarrassingly, he bowed. “Thank you.” He muttered, then added, “Satoru-sama.”
“Stop with the ‘sama.’” Satoru said, “it sounds weird enough when you attach it to my surname- let alone my first name.”
Suguru nodded again, “thank you… Satoru.”
Suguru noticed how easily Satoru’s name rolled from his tongue, as if his body somehow- in the crevices of his mind, enjoying speaking the name that sounded so familiar.
Satoru’s smile was wide. “Of course.” He grinned. “Anything for you.”
Suguru looked confused and discombobulated. “Ah… would you like tea?” He offered. Satoru shook his head, “you got any sweets?”
Suguru nodded and fumbled his way to the kitchen. He placed down the two take out boxes and pulled out a candy jar. “What would you like, Six Ey- Satoru.”
Satoru frowned, and soon he was scowling. “Never call me that.” Satoru said. Eyes piercing Suguru’s soul, laying a seed of fear in the depth of the other's body. And hopefully that seed wouldn’t grow, or else Satoru would have to remove the weed.
Suguru rapidly nodded, “of course. I’m terribly sorry.” He muttered, he bowed, eyes closed pressed tightly together. He backed away to the middle of the small room. “It’s okay.” Satoru sweetly said, Satoru briskly walked to the candy jar, he dug around before he took a caramel apple lollipop. He took the wrapper of the lollipop and found the trash can- instantly. As if he had already known where it was.
“Can I ask you something, Satoru?” Suguru asked. Clutching the end of his black shirt, knuckles turning white from fear, unsure if this was an appropriate question. He stood in the middle of the room, head low.
Satoru, who was leaning on Suguru’s counter said with a carefree smile, “go ahead.”
“Why do you find me interesting?” Suguru said. Before he stumbled and added, “I apologize for assuming you find me interesting… but based off of your behavior- although I shouldn’t assume-“
“Ah, stop it.” Satoru breathed. He then got close to Suguru. Teleporting an inch away from his face. It made Suguru jump. Just as he was about to back away, he felt the deity’s left hand on his back, his right had the green lollipop that was covered in a golden brown, a sweet caramel covering the translucent green candy. Satoru brought the lollipop to his own mouth and licked it, eyeing Suguru. The sweet smell passed by Suguru’s nose.
The smell of food was incredibly tempting for him, Satoru noticed and commanded. “Open your mouth.” Suguru hesitated, but soon opened his mouth slowly, he couldn’t help but wonder what the god would do. But out of his many guesses, he hadn’t even begun to imagine that the God would put the sweet caramel lollipop into his mouth. Suguru took the lollipop from his mouth, looking up, shock was painted over his moonlit face. “Tasty, right?” Satoru grinned.
“I can tell you're hungry.” The god smiled, “what kind of food do you like, actually I already know.” Satoru jokes, “but still. Tell me. It will give you a sense of bonding, instead of you thinking of me as a freak who knows everything.” Suguru quickly defended himself, stepping away. “I do not think of you as a freak.” Suguru briskly said, “You are a god. I shan’t think down of a deity.”
“You should.” Satoru said, Suguru paused. “I should?” He repeated. “You know that I have some faults. You believe I've got my humanity, but most has slipped my grasp. It made you believe I am something I am not. And I feel disappointed with myself because of that.”
“No.” Suguru said. “You wouldn’t have been ascended if they believed you to be inhumane.”
“Don’t play the fool, Geto Suguru.” Satoru said. Suguru awkwardly looked at the lollipop in his hands. “Maintaining your humanity doesn't mean having no faults. Nor does it mean being perfect.” Satoru said. “So why do you believe I’m still considered humane? Do you believe I am perfect or imperfect?”
Suguru tilted his head and asked, “is that your philosophy? I apologize I can't grasp what you're saying.” Satoru quickly shook his head and grumbled, “no. I hate philosophy and all that crap.” Suguru chuckled. “I believe humanity is something different. I apologize in advance for stating my opinion that is in opposition to you.” Satoru shrugged and held a hand forward, signaling for him to continue and so Suguru did.
“Humanity, to me… is something that makes you stable or unstable.” He explained, Satoru noticed that Suguru seemed less anxious around him. Good, Satoru thought. “I believe the gods ascended you because you were human. Have the beliefs of someone who is and still is, human. And they believe anyone with humanity can make the world better. No, Satoru Gojo. I do not believe you are perfect because you have the experience of a human. You were human. ”
“Having humanity means you are imperfect, but that is perfect in its own way. You are imperfect with perfections, you know when you are right or wrong. But you chose based on what you yourself believe. What you feel at that moment… you are your own moral compass or you have your own consensus.”
Satoru stared in awe.
Satoru couldn’t take his eyes off the man. The god even began to change his beliefs off of how inspiring Suguru Geto was to him.
Suguru finished with one last line. “Based from my beliefs… Do you believe you have your humanity?”
“I do.” Satoru said, “but-… I am not my moral compass, Suguru.”
Suguru smiled, “is that so?” He laughed, “May I ask who is?”
Satoru slowly raised his arm, pointing directly at Suguru.
“You, you are.”
“...” Suguru paused momentarily before quickly saying, “no. No. I shouldn't be.”
Satoru grabbed Suguru’s empty hand, “no.” He whispered. “You should, you are perfect.”
“...” Suguru stared at the other, unsure of what he was truly feeling at the moment. His heart felt warm, It was beating rapidly in his chest, but he felt a smile creeping onto his face. “You're still hungry, right?” Satoru said. “Let's go eat something, I'm sure a few places will still be open.”
Suguru lightly laughed, “thank you, Satoru. But I mustn't.”
The god frowned. “Why, why not?” The god almost whined, leaning down closer to Suguru as he continued to beg. “Please, I’ll pay. I’d pay anyway but please?” Suguru shook his head, “Nanako and Mimiko are still asleep.”
“We can take them?” Satoru suggests. “I can protect them with a talisman, I can even create a binding vow, if that would put you at ease.”
Normally, Suguru would refuse, most talismans would turn out to be invalid or an error would occur. But Suguru didn’t doubt the god, although he didn’t have six eyes to check for himself- he knew the god meant well. “Okay.” Suguru smiled. “No need for the binding vow.”
Satoru smiled and nodded. Suguru found his coat and threw it over his clothes. He got his hat and gloves before glancing at the god, “do you not get cold?” He asked. Satoru shook his head, “infinity keeps me from getting cold.” Suguru nodded, “I see.” he said before making a small smile, “you sure are impressive, Satoru.”
Satoru’s heart erupted. He couldn't hold back his yearning for Suguru any longer. He snaked his arms around him from behind and hugged him tightly. Holding him as gently as a blanket warming the cold. “Satoru,” Suguru calmly said, “create the talisman, then we can go.” He lightly patted the gods arms, indicating for him to let go.
Satoru gave in and let go of the mortal.
He walked to the corner of the room and made a few movements with his hands before a beaten brownish yellow slip of paper appeared with kanji that read, protect.
Satoru stuck it to the wall. “This is a strong talisman, if anyone goes in a hundred mile radius, they will be paralyzed and I will be informed.” Suguru’s eyes widened. “That's… a lot, isn't it?” Satoru shrugged, “you live in the middle of nowhere. There's no reason for anyone to be out here anyway.” Suguru laughed, “that's true.”
He then started walking to the door but Satoru beat him to it. He opened the door for Suguru and the two walked out into the snow.
**
Snow was rare in Tokyo.
So was a god appearing in front of your door.
So was walking the streets of Tokyo with a god.
“Where do you like to eat?” Suguru hummed. Walking by others on the street. A few people looked up at Satoru as he majorly stuck out from the crowd of black and brown mortals. “Anything sweet,” he replied. “But we aren't here for me, what would you like?” Suguru looked around, “please, you should pick.”
“I would like to learn a few things about you.” Suguru humbly said. Satoru sighed, “I can’t refuse something like that, Suguru.” Satoru jokingly said. “You may not like my choice.” Suguru shrugged, “I will not voice my opinion,” Satoru looked down at him, “I’d know your opinion no matter what.”
Suguru tilted his head, “do I have any privacy when it comes to you?” he asked as Satoru led them down a different street. “Of course.” Satoru said. “If I have any item over my eyes, most information will be blurred out and I also try to ignore private information.” That was partly true, Gojo Satoru, when it came to privacy, was inadequate. Satoru knew everything, after all, that is his godly title. Forty three seconds ago, Gojo Satoru did not respect privacy, but now after Geto Suguru’s command, he attempted to obscure his vision. How well did he do? Well Satoru attempted, but only he knows how well it worked, and of course, how hard he tried.
“I see.” Suguru said, “makes sense, I wondered why you were wearing a blindfold… and now sunglasses… at two pm.”
Satoru laughed, “everything has a purpose.”
Suguru looked down, even I? He thought before he replied with a simple, “I guess.”
Satoru found Suguru extraordinary, most would cower in fear at the sight of him- but now he and Suguru were walking side by side in Tokyo as snow lightly fell down.
Satoru knew Suguru would terror under him for at least an hour or two, after all, who wouldn't? So, Satoru devised a meticulous plan to keep him serene and communicative. It flawlessly worked, and now the mortal was casually walking around with the young god that happened to be head over heels for him. But Suguru hadn't realized that. Yet.
They walked silently before Satoru tapped Suguru’s shoulder. “We’re here.” He grinned.
“We… are?” Suguru looked around blankly, there were a couple of stalls but nowhere you could eat a complete meal. Satoru pointed to a crepe stall, “I made sure to pick somewhere that also had a restaurant.” Satoru then raised his fighter higher, “up there.”
Suguru squinted as he saw the interior through the small window. It looked lively and bright, the sound of laughter poured from the door. “Have you been here before?” Satoru asked. “I have not.” Suguru replied, “have you, Satoru?”
Satoru nodded, “once.” He grinned, “I went with someone you knew, actually…” Suguru looked surprised, “who?” He said, shocked.
Satoru replied as they entered the bright building. They walked around the pink and blue stall in the front of the restaurant, there weren’t actual doors but red fabric hung down replacing the need for a door.
Just as Suguru had seen, the light was a bright yellow orange. Dark wooden walls, a concrete floor. Red velvet booths and dark wood tables with baskets of napkins and chopsticks at every table. “Shoko Ieiri.” Satoru said as they waited for someone to seat them.
“Shoko, you talked to Shoko?” Suguru gasped. Worry built in his chest but a certain amount of serenity rushed through him, “how is she?”
Satoru frowned. “She assured me you didn’t have a strong relationship.” Satoru then grumbled, “I wonder if she deceived me.”
“Shoko would do that,” Suguru sighed. He placed his hand on Satoru’s forearm. “We were close but we weren’t in a relationship nor will we ever be, if that’s what you're asking.”
Satoru paused, his six eyes didn’t lie and confirmed that Suguru was speaking the truth. “Okay.” He grunted, “fine.”
“Is that why you had to converse with Shoko?” Suguru asked as a waiter walked to them. He had short, dark hair and a round face, “table for two?” He smiled. Satoru nodded, “yeah.” He muttered.
The waiter led them to a booth in the back left. Suguru slid into the booth and Satoru followed and sat on the other side. The waiter handed them both two very clearly well loved menus. “Thank you.” Suguru smiled. Satoru just nodded. “Can I offer you any drinks?”
“Soda.” Satoru blankly said, before turning to Suguru, “I’ll have nothing, just water.” He said. “Thanks.”
Once the waiter walked away, Suguru restated his question. “Why did you meet with Shoko-San?”
Satoru fiddled with the wrapper of the paper straw he had gotten from the basket of condiments. “Well,” Satoru sighed, “I wanted to… ask her a few things.” Suguru raised a brow at his hesitation. Suguru didn’t have the courage to ask why. He paused, he complied and nodded slowly. “Okay.” Suguru simply said.
The waiter returned with Satoru and Suguru’s drinks on a small round platter, masterfully balanced with his left hand. Two full classes were placed in the center. The waiter placed both on the wooden table, “are you ready to order?”
Suguru hadn’t looked at the menu yet, he looked to Satoru for advice and the deity quickly got the message, “I’ll have this,” he pointed to a burger with fries.” As Satoru was ordering, Suguru had managed to take a quick peek at the menu. “The chili omelet, please.” Suguru politely said, taking his and Satoru’s menus and passing them to the waiter.
Suguru looked to the side and laughed softly, “I’m still trying to figure out how you convinced Shoko to come to this establishment to interview her.”
Satoru shrugged, “took a few threats.” He partially jokes. Suguru obviously didn’t get the joke and Satoru quickly muttered, “I didn’t hurt her.” Suguru smiled at his confirmation.
A while later, Suguru and Satoru had both finished their meals and changed the topic, the two unlike characters had bonded quickly. Suguru had learned a lot about the man who’s name was far beyond the heavens. And Satoru had learned more about the man who’s name was cursed far and wide.
And Satoru loved every moment.
Satoru had already known a lot about Geto Suguru. His likes, dislikes, interests, hobbies. But Satoru had always been ever so inclined to learn more. More that was hidden under the surface. That was hidden from his six eyes.
“May I ask.” Suguru suddenly said, looking Satoru straight into his starry eyes. “When did I peak your interest?”
Satoru tapped his finger on the table, “years ago.” He said. “A year after you defected from Jujutsu High.”
Suguru’s eyes couldn’t help but widen, his pulse racing. “That was about nine- no ten, years ago.” Satoru shrugged, “I wasn’t sure how to make a move.”
Suguru grinned, “it took you ten years?” Satoru then hastily corrected him. “It took ten years for me to figure out a proper way to protect you.”
Satoru had been doing plenty of research on not just Suguru, but Suguru’s enemies as well. And at first- Satoru was amazed at the abundance of people who would curse his name. He also kept a close eye on those who found Geto Suguru attractive. Satoru hated to admit it, and most definitely wouldn’t- but he kept a better eye on those who asked and formerly asked Suguru out then who wanted his head on their wall to preserve as a symbol of victory over a special grade.
Satoru’s eyes snapped up abruptly. “What’s wrong?” Suguru asked, his reaction timing was naturally quick, so was his instinct. “Is everything okay?”
“I won’t be a good judge of this,” Satoru said, “but how strong would you say the jujutsu sorcerer; Mei Mei is? More importantly, could you defeat her?” Suguru’s paranoia swarmed back into his body, he looked out the window, “she's strong. I could fight her if necessary. But it won’t be so easy.”
Satoru’s eyes darted around, “my eyes are telling me you're stronger, why do you believe it won’t be easy?”
“Are your eyes telling you about bird strike?” Suguru asked. Once he saw Satoru nod he continued to explain anyway, “because of that, this fatale attack can hit me and I’ll be dead. A hundred percent.”
Satoru’s eyes narrowed. He looked beyond furious, “shall I kill her?” He asked, his voice was gentle as the wind but as cruel as the devils. “No,” Suguru said, “I don’t want you to kill any Jujutsu sorcerers.” He then further explained, “sorcerers are already a minority, and I crave a world with just jujutsu sorcerers… killing them off won’t do me any good, please promise me, Satoru.”
Gojo Satoru couldn’t resist words like that. Especially if they're from his One and Only.
“I promise.” Satoru then laid his hand over Suguru’s before he gently squeezed it. “I will never harm a sorcerer unless they have a slight inclination to harm you.”
Satoru’s hand was laid over Suguru’s and Satoru’s heart almost melted as Suguru didn’t immediately pull away.
“Thank you, Satoru.” Suguru’s smile melted away all the cold in Satoru’s body, forming a warmer heart. Satoru had a dazed expression, as if everything he ever wanted was right in front of him.
“I have to take care of her.” Satoru frowned, “there’s a bird flying dangerously close, it's looking for you.” Satoru says, frowning.
Satoru slid from the booth and took his jacket off. “I’ll be back.” Suguru nodded, smiling. Fully trusting that Gojo Satoru would protect him. And yes, Satoru would.
Satoru leisurely left the restaurant and quickly located the crow. Satoru stretched his legs before he jumped high in the air. From the sky, Satoru teleported near the bird, floating, waiting for the bird to spot him. Once he saw the bird clearly, Satoru sprung forward, wind speeding past him, his eyes glowing bright.
He let out a loud laugh before he spun and kicked the crow, hard. The bird died instantly. It plummeted to the ground and Satoru saw it land with a gruesome splat. Even though he was a few meters high, Satoru could clearly see the reactions of the citizens to the bloodied bird. Now to deal with this, Mei Mei…
Satoru grinned, as before. He found the location of her and teleported. Satoru’s six eyes instantly told him where he was and who was there. It's a full gathering of Jujutsu sorcerers. Satoru thought. He was in a tavern, it was a dark tavern and it was obviously well protected, almost the entire jujutsu high faculty was there, even a few students. This would be enough to kill Suguru, but It's clear they didn’t expect me.
It took those in the dimly lit bar to register what was happening, after they did. They spun around, ready to defend. “Oh my.” The woman named Mei Mei purred. “That's not who I expected.” Satoru relished in their looks of shock, it gave him a rush of ecstasy. The knowledge he could kill them all made him laugh out loud, he laughed so much that Satoru had to sit down, he rested on the barstool, leaning against the brown counter.
Many would say Satoru looked mad, deranged, and had a few screws loose. To be fair, he wouldn't say that he looked like a man who would plant flowers in a garden on a saturday. He did look mad, deranged, and most definitely had a many screws loose, the deity looked feral.
All because of the adrenaline Gojo Satoru got from the knowledge of his strength over others.
“What do you want?” Nanami stepped forward, “why are you here?” Satoru smiled gleefully, “I’m just here to tell you to stop trying to kill Suguru, that's all.” Nanami pushed his glasses up, “you're speaking like you're familiar with Geto.” He said, “how long have you known him?”
“Today.” He beamed, “well, technically it's two am. So yesterday evening.” Satoru frowned, “You shouldn't keep kids up this late, Nanami.” He mocked. “Something bad might happen.”
Satoru snapped his fingers and Megumi Fushiguro appeared right in front of him, kneeling down. Satoru quickly grabbed his neck and raised him off the ground. “I’ll kill this kid or you can just keep your hands off of Suguru.” He grinned, “you choice.”
“Put him down, Satoru Gojo.” Kugisaki snapped, “You're a god right?!”
Satoru’s grip tightened and Fushiguro Megumi continued to gasp helplessly for breath. “I think not.” Satoru grinned. Gojo Satoru was told not to kill anyone, that was a request from Suguru, so of course he would obey. But, Satoru could toss around a few threats.
A woman appeared from the shadows, and she slyly said; “I don’t think Geto-kun would like that.” Shoko Ieiri sighed, she raised her hand and snapped a photo of him choking Fushiguro Megumi. Gojo Satoru’s eyes narrowed. “Huh.” He growled. “I still have Geto’s phone number.” She said, taking out a cigarette. “What would he say if I sent this to him?”
Shoko carelessly walked over to Satoru, she turned her phone showing him the image that Satoru definitely didn’t want sent to Suguru. He snarled at her, keeping eye contact, he threw the boy to the concert ground with a thud. “Give me your phone.” Satoru demanded.
Shoko extended her hand, and the phone screen lit up. Satoru grabbed her phone and it exploded at first touch. “Stupid jujutsu sorcerers.” Satoru snarled. He raised his head and commanded, “you will not hurt the Curse user named Geto Suguru.” His eyes narrowed, “or else you will be slaughtered.”
Gojo Satoru then clapped his hands together, the world spun around him and he vanished into thin air.
**
Suguru waited, resting his head on the window of the restaurant he scrolled through his very outdated phone. Suguru hadn't bothered to get a new phone, that did mean he had all of his old classmates and most jujutsu sorcerer's phone numbers- but he ended up blocking most of them so it hadn't been a problem.
He stared out the window to look at the snow covered ward. He then saw a man appear across the street. Suguru sat up and stared outside, rubbing his hand against the restaurant's window to clear the frost. Suguru squinted his eyes and confirmed it was Satoru. Suguru innocently waved and Satoru waved back as he crossed the street.
Satoru pushed past the currents and made his way to Suguru, “hey.” Suguru smiled. “I take it that you were successful.” Satoru confidently nodded, “of course.” he grinned, “I will be successful with anything that applies to you.”
“How sweet of you, Satoru.” Suguru lightly laughed, “I should get back to my home,” he started to slide from the red booth. Satoru followed his lead and began to get up from his seat. Satoru fished out his wallet and headed to the register. “Satoru, it’s alright. I can pay-“ Suguru was cut off by Satoru. “No, I will pay.” He said, lowering his eyes, “that’s final.”
Suguru sighed, “okay.” He smiled, “but that you.”
Satoru grinned, “of course!”
The mortal and the God left the restaurant, Suguru and Satoru walked together talking casually. Satoru childishly kicked the snow as he walked, “Suguru?” He hummed, “can I teleport you home? It's a little… bumpy for a first timer, but worth it.” Suguru shoved his hands in his pockets, Suguru thought about it for a moment. A hard breeze blew by them making Suguru shiver, “yes. Let’s try.” He said.
Satoru held out his hand. “Come here.”
Suguru slowly raised his own, placing his hand against the others. Satoru’s hand was larger than his, and warmer too. Then again, Suguru guessed Satoru could regulate his body temperature better than he could.
Suguru’s hands were slim and soft. Satoru never wanted to let go.
The deity pulled the other close and a whirl of snow spun rapidly around them, “close your eyes.” Satoru whispered. In the heat of the moment, Suguru snapped his eyes shut. Panic rushed through him, but Suguru held tightly to the God.
Then, his broken down home appeared right before him.
“Uhm, thank you.” He muttered, stepping away from Satoru, he bowed before he rushed to the door. Suguru opened the door and looked back at Satoru, “you don’t want to wait in the snow, do you?” Suguru tilted his head, “come in.”
Satoru’s heart fluttered, he rushed inside grinning wildly. “Thank you, Suguru.” He smiled. The god helped Suguru take off his coat. Suguru walked to the fireplace and reached to a shelf on the side, grabbing a match and lighting a fire.
Suguru crouched in front of the fireplace rubbing his hands together, sitting with his knees to his chest. Satoru sat next to him, sprawling out on the dirty red carpet. “Satoru?” Suguru hummed. “Can I ask a question?”
Satoru sat up, “sure,” he smiled. “Ask away.”
Suguru watched the light dance in the fireplace, the crackling sound and the warmth that came from it. Suguru sighed before saying, “who’s side are you on?”
Satoru looked confused. This time, his six eyes weren’t deciphering what Suguru ment. “Huh?”
“Your ancestors and you're even written into history as being a god of good.” Suguru poked the coals with a stick, “I’m not good, Satoru.” Suguru looked at Satoru’s face. Even with the light from the fire shining on Satoru, his eyes still shined brighter. “I’m on nobody’s side.” Satoru said, after he figured out Suguru’s initial question. “I’m on the side of myself, I do what I want and what I believe. And right now, I believe in you.”
“…” Suguru paused, “you shouldn’t. Your going to ruin your family’s legacy-“
Satoru shrugged, “you think they’d dare to change history?” Satoru laughed, “they're cowardly.” Suguru giggled, “I suppose.” He smiled.
Suguru laid beside Satoru on the mangled red rug. Suguru turned to stare at Satoru.
“Hey.” Satoru murmured. His face was red, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the fire or just himself.
Gojo Satoru then, out of instinct, blurted out words he was unsure if he’d regret in the future.
“I love you.”
Suguru stared blankly at him. “You love Me?”
Satoru frowned, “are you surprised I can love?” Satoru sat up and turned back to the fireplace, heart heavy.
Suguru gave him a smile, “no,” he laughed softly, “I’m surprised you love me.” He too stared at the fire, “me, of all people.”
Suguru and Satoru sat in silence. Suguru looked towards Satoru to balance out the awkwardness but Satoru was a step ahead of him, Satoru quickly, but gently, leaned towards Suguru and brought himself close to his lip.
Softly kissing him.
Suguru broke the kiss with a smile. “I haven’t known you for a while.” Suguru smiled, “and I don’t have six eyes to tell me of your true intentions.”
“But I will give you a chance, Gojo Satoru.”
The mortal then quickly kissed the god. Approaching closer, Satoru wrapped his arms around Suguru’s body, holding him securely. Hand against Suguru’s chest, he pushed him to the ground, Satoru Gojo practically eating him with their kiss.
Suguru understood what was happening and lightly stroked the Gods' hair. “Not here.” He whispered, “the girls are sleeping.”
Satoru huffed but he wouldn’t disrespect Suguru and his boundaries. He sat up and pulled Suguru up with him, he cuddled Suguru closely, “I love you.” Satoru whispered. “Too much I fear.”
Suguru giggled, “there is no such thing as too much love.” He said, “I’ll take as much as you are willing to give me.”
“I’ll then rip my heart out for you.” Satoru said, in a far too serious manner for Suguru’s liking. “No need.” He giggled. “I’d prefer an alive Satoru.”
Satoru smiled back, this was all the god had ever wanted. He had everything, he had all. But what he truly wanted…Was right in his arms.
His one and only, Geto Suguru.