Frequent_Demon



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    Suddenly, a wisp of light.

    It is familiar, comforting, inviting. It urges him, frantic yet gentle as it pushes him towards the surface.

    And then he sees him.
    Bright blue eyes blink at him like a lighthouse in the night, cutting through the darkness and fog, guiding him back home.

    “How long are you gonna let yourself be used like this, Suguru?”

    Those words feel like a punch to the gut. He starts thrashing and struggling against the black quicksand trapping him.
    It hurts. It hurts so much. Still he keeps pushing. Because Satoru needs him.

    Finally, he is free.

    He looks up and finds himself face to face with Satoru, who is still kneeling with his hands tied behind his back by the Prison Realm and is looking straight back at him.

    All the defiance and aggression from earlier is gone from his eyes, replaced instead by a familiar softness.
    Satoru smiles, weak and tired, but sincere nonetheless.

    “Welcome back, Suguru.”

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    Suguru gains back control of his body in Shibuya. Satoru is thrilled, everyone else not so much.

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    This is the one I'm always looking for

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    "He's the new transfer student?" Yamada stared, before turning back to Aizawa. "I never took you for a jokester, Shouta."

    Gojo squinted at him for a hot minute before pushing his sunglasses down slightly. Oh yeah. He recognized that energy flow.

    "Ranpuzel?"

    Aizawa looked between them.
    "You two know each other?"

    "No—"

    "Obviously!"

    Yamada and Gojo answered at the same time.

    Aizawa blinked.
    Gojo turned toward Yamada, looking genuinely offended.

    "Seriously? You don't remember?" he huffed. "We were shoplifting together while I was wasted like two weeks ago."

    Across the room, Toshinori spat out his coffee.


    Satoru Gojo was exhausted.
    Against popular belief, he was still a human.
    The strongest, yes.
    But also a dumb high-schooler with two kids and a death wish.

    When the Higher-ups order him to act as a transfer student and representative of Jujutsu sorcerers at UA, he almost laughs.
    Almost.
    Surprisingly, settling in isn't that hard. The staff may not appreciate his methods, but he's made a few friends and adapted well enough.
    There's just one problem.

    Suguru.

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    29 Jul 2026

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    “It’s defective,” Satoru announces as he swings into the morgue, purple cat-carrier in hand. “You got me a defective cat.”

    She’s defective,” Shoko sighs, peeling off her gloves. She peers into the carrier when Satoru places it down on the slab, brows pinching. She tilts her head left, then right. The creature inside snuffles. “Looks fine to me.”

    “It breathes wrong,” he complains, “and it keeps making this coughing noise. It snores like a fucking pensioner – look, let me just—”

    “Don’t you dare release your cat into a sterile environment,” Shoko snaps, slapping his hands away from the clips. “She shouldn’t even be in here.”

    Satoru looks pointedly at the cursed blood dripping, violet and viscous, from the opposite mortuary cot. “Right,” he drawls. Then: “Can you send it back?”

    She stares at him. “You did not just ask that.”

     

    (Following the tragedy of Christmas Eve 2017, Shoko gets Satoru a cat. She has asthma.)

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    28 Jul 2026

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    Suguru begins to wonder if it’s lonely for Gojo. Keeping an inch between him and the world.

    Not an inch, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Shoko reminds him. Infinity.

    But does it feel like infinity? When summer’s humidity swells to its peak, can Gojo feel the pressure? When a barrage of low-level curses ambushes them in Roppongi, can he sense their velocity, the twist of the wind? When Suguru grazes the immovable space between them – hands him a test paper, shoulders past him in the corridor, reaches out, unthinking, to slap him on the back – does Gojo know the warmth of Suguru's skin?

    Then, on July 12th, in a sour-smelling alley in Katsushika ward, Suguru catches him. Hunched over, spindly legs crouched, a street-worn cat pressing her nose to his fingertips. It licks her sandpaper tongue over his knuckles. Rubs the flat of her forehead against his palm. Gojo hums, pushing a tangled cowlick back with his thumb, a serene little smile on his face.

    Yes, Suguru thinks. It must be lonely.

     

    (Trauma is complicated, brains are strange, and Satoru Gojo is not immune to either of these truths.)

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    The man releases his grip on Satoru, and Satoru cackles, loud and obnoxious even through the pain numbing his face. “Oh, that’s even better.” He flashes a smile, teeth pinkish from the blood. “Suguru is going to beat the shit out of you.”

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    Or: Suguru always shows up when Satoru needs him. Even when he doesn't expect him to.

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