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This bonus chapter makes me insane

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It’s hot 🥵

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Visitor

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If Shoko and Gojo had noticed Geto spiralling.

Sort of a rough continuation of the previous set of drawings on what would have happened had Geto called them.

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Let the poor man rest.

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Stsg

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year's end

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memories of a blue spring

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Woah lost media

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intertwined forever

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is it casual now?

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and then the Parade of a hundred demons didn't happen

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my beautiful princess with a mental disorder

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Kisses

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I Thought You’d Be Louder Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic by MythboundCal

The apartment’s still here.

Second floor, third window cracked open like it always was. As if Geto had just stepped out for groceries. As if curses didn’t bleed out of the walls in Tokyo now.

Gojo lets himself in.

No key. Just memory. The door creaks like it remembers him. That annoys him.

He stands in the hallway too long, not looking at the coat rack where a black hoodie still hangs. The air smells like old books and hair product and something faintly citrus.

“I thought you’d be louder,” he mutters to no one in particular.

He doesn’t mean the apartment.

He means the grief. The silence. The absolute wrongness of this. He thought it would come like thunder—like Geto used to, all ideology and noise and conviction.

Instead, it’s soft. It’s suffocatingly soft.

Gojo moves to the table. There’s a chessboard there, half-played. Suguru’s side is one move from checkmate. Of course it is.

“Smartass,” Gojo whispers.

The chair opposite it is still pushed out, like it waited. Like it knew he'd come back and lose.

He sits. Doesn’t move the piece. Doesn’t touch anything.

Just… listens. To the quiet. To the ghost of someone who used to know how to pull a laugh out of him like a rabbit from a hat.

Geto once said the world was broken.

Gojo never argued.

He just kept trying to fix it anyway.

And now? Now he sits in a dead man’s kitchen, playing the last game they didn’t get to finish. And he loses. Gracefully. Silently.

“I hate you,” he murmurs. Then adds, almost gently— “You’d hate that I’m still here.”

The board says nothing.

But the room understands.

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The Kiss but it's their last