#getwo

[princetenkoo]

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[averinna]

No curse au where Kenjaku is Geto twin who act like he doesn't know him

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Date Night (Mahito x Kenjaku)

Hey! My friend is hosting a Mahito Month on twitter (I'm kenjakusbrain over there!) and I've decided to participate as I do love the character. This is the first of many to come this month, the first week is sfw content, but next week we will get back to the nsfw I generally write! Hopefully you enjoy this as I did! And special thank you to the person/events that inspired this <3

Mahito was very comfortable, so much so that if he had been able to fall asleep, he was sure he would be. Laying in the sand inside the domain they used as a base of operations wasn’t something he did often, but today was an exception. He had originally planned on meeting Geto because the strange curse user had needed to explain something to him in regards to obtaining one of Sukuna’s fingers. 

It seemed Geto was late though, as Mahito thought he was supposed to be here around noon. Mahito wasn’t very punctual himself, but Geto making him wait did make him irritated. Which is how he ended up lounging in the sand, trying to soak up some of the comfortable, yet artificial sun. At least he got to relax before he complained to Geto. 

The beach was unusually relaxing today, as Jogo was out somewhere. Mahito wasn’t quite sure what he did when he went out, he just knew that it was easier to relax when he wasn’t around to yell. 

It was due to said silence on the beach that Mahito was able to hear the door to the domain being opened from the waters edge. He sat up immediately, sand uncomfortably sticking to his bare back as he moved. Unsurprisingly, the person he had been waiting on walked through the door and onto the beach. Today Geto had forgone the robes he so often wore in favor of his casual black slacks and dark coat. 

“Geto! You’re late today! I’ve been waiting here all day, there's so much more I could have done,” Mahito whined as he stood. He wasn’t mad at Geto, but he did feel like laying around on the beach was a waste of time since he hadn’t brought a book with him.

Geto looked around, observing the scene and taking in the sight before him. Mahito often lounged on the beach, but he didn’t always do so in the nude. At least not since Geto had given the curse clothes to wear. He did appreciate the sight before him, Mahito’s stitched skin glistening under the sunlight, damp as if he had jumped in the water before laying down. But he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing that he could have walked in on. He walked over to the lounge chairs, where Mahito’s clothes were scattered atop the closest chair. Mahito had been smart enough not to sit them in the sand this time.

“Plans have changed and I was held up longer than anticipated. Come with me Mahito, we can talk over dinner. I haven’t eaten all day,” Geto said, picking up Mahito’s clothes with care and bringing them over to the curse. 

Mahito pouted at him. Geto was always so busy but never explained what he was doing. Mahito was curious, he was sure there was something that he could do to make their plans go by faster. It just seemed he wanted to keep secrets. It’s fine though, Mahito would keep some secrets to himself, like the new hideout he had just found for himself in the sewer. Geto didn’t need to know about that.

“Dinner? What’s in it for me? I had to wait allllll day here only for you to take me somewhere else,” Mahito’s complaint’s were hollow. He was more than interested in accompanying Geto out, but he didn’t want the curse user to think that he would just go along with whatever he wanted. Especially after neglecting him all day. 

Geto held out his hand, beckoning Mahito closer to him. Like a stubborn cat Mahito crossed his arms and stood his ground, refusing to move. 

A sigh escaped Geto’s lips as he resigned himself to close the distance between them. He slung Mahito’s clothes over his shoulder and pushed up his sleeves. If Mahito was going to act like a child, Geto was fully prepared to treat him like one. Geto placed his hands on Mahito’s hips, and moved the curse, spinning him around so his back was facing Geto. 

Mahito laughed, not expecting the movement and not trying to protest it, he was more curious at what Geto was doing. He held still as the man behind him ran his hands all along his backside, wiping off all the sand from his skin. The effort was appreciated as the sand was beginning to itch his skin. It also helped that Geto’s large hands were firm but gentle against him, the touch too light to be a massage but still relaxing in some way.

The hands drifted lower, brushing the sand off of his ass and legs. Mahito squirmed, it wasn’t the first time Geto had touched him, but he wasn’t used to having the man’s hands all over his body.

“Put these on and then we will go, it isn’t too far of a walk. I’ll make it worth your wait,” Geto said. He was very to the point today, despite being late. Draping the clothes over Mahito’s shoulders he stepped away from the curse and walked back to the door to wait for him.

--

The walk was silent, Geto rarely spoke to him as they walked through the city so this was no surprise to Mahito. The curse didn’t mind though, it was nearing dusk so he was enjoying the view of the city and the humans around them. There weren’t as many people out as he had expected, certainly fewer than he normally saw during the day. He supposed it was because they had found themselves off of the main streets and walking down a few side roads. 

Before long they stopped in front of a small cafe, Geto turned to face him, smiling warmly before waving his hand toward the building. 

“I’ll get us a seat outside, are there any kinds of food you like, Mahito?” Geto asked, he figured the easiest way to make up the day to Mahito was by giving him a new experience. Food would have to do for now, but there was always time for something more in depth later.

Mahito thought to himself for a moment before answering. He couldn’t remember if he had tried any human foods, eating seemed like a waste of time to him.

“Curse’s don’t need to eat, it’s just another reason why they’re superior to humans,” Mahito said smugly, cocking his head as he spoke. He wasn’t opposed to eating, but he did find it trivial. Just another thing that he took pride in as a curse, the fact that his body didn’t need to consume like that just to exist.

Geto didn’t mind Mahito’s behavior, he always found the curse quite endearing even when he was being difficult. Regardless of Mahito’s thoughts on food, he was going to make the curse try some. Since he was so childish, Geto wondered if his palette would be childish as well, perhaps something sweet was the way to go.

Mahito followed behind Geto as he walked into the cafe. Geto immediately began talking to the hostess, but Mahito paid them no mind, he was too busy looking through all of the displays. They had more confections than Mahito knew existed, he’s only known about a few from the books and movies he’d consumed. The sight didn’t make him hungry, but he did think that they looked cute. Which, in his mind, was not the quality to look for in food. 

While Mahito was distracted, Geto followed the hostess and was seated outside. He had made the choice to order several kinds of crepes, definitely more than one person needed. She had asked if he was waiting on someone as he ordered, to which he simply ignored the question and finished placing his order.

After a little time wandering around inside the store, Mahito eventually wandered over to the table Geto had been seated at. Mahito pulled out both chairs opposite the curse user, sitting in one and putting his legs up in the other one. “Now let’s get into it, I located one of Sukuna’s fingers and would like you to retrieve it for me,” Geto spoke as the curse settled. He wanted to get into business before the food arrived.

--

It took about twenty minutes for the food to show up. The conversation had shifted from planning to Mahito talking about a book he had read the previous day. Geto listened intently as the curse described a particularly gruesome scene about a troop of boys that had stumbled across an insatiable evil. They were so engrossed in conversation, that a plate being sat between the two of them broke the spell of their focus.

“My! It isn’t often one person orders this much! Hopefully you’re hiding another stomach somewhere to keep all this food! Or are you still waiting on someone? I can take it back and keep it warm til they arrive,” The waitress spoke cheerfully as she sat down several plates. Each plate had a different kind of crepe on it, one savory and three others adorned with different fruits, chocolate, and powdered sugar. 

Mahito paused as he reached out to touch some of the food she had sat down, it looked just like the stuff in the cases and he was more than curious. It was obvious she couldn’t see him and was just addressing Geto, who hadn’t acknowledged her yet as his eyes were still locked on Mahito.

“No you can leave it. I am on some kind of date I suppose, just not the conventional one. Thank you but you can just drop the check and make yourself scarce,” Geto looked over at the waitress as he spoke. It didn’t take much effort for his dismissal to sound like a curse had she decided to linger. 

Mahito wasn’t paying much attention to the waitress; however, he had caught one of the words Geto had said. “Date? You’re taking me on a date?” the curse asked, the concept not entirely foreign to him as he had read about it. As he mulled it over in his mind he supposed this wasn’t too far from a date. Dinner with someone you are affectionate toward. The word love echoed in his head, it was all rubbish to him, foolish human emotions. Yet for some reason he didn’t quite mind the concept of a date night with Geto.

Geto ignored the question for a moment, choosing instead to rearrange the food that had been sat between them. He places the savory dish in front of himself, moving a crepe with chocolate and bananas in front of Mahito.

When Mahito didn’t begin eating, Geto reached over, cutting up a forkful of the confection and raising it to the curse’s lips. He cocked his head, holding the fork there until Mahito opened his mouth. 

The food was sweet, a rush that instantly made his mouth water. Mahito couldn’t quite help a small moan that escaped his throat as he swallowed the bite offered to him. He felt, in that moment, that he could understand why humanity didn’t get upset at having to eat so often. If food tasted so good, why hadn’t he tried it yet?

“Maybe I did want to take you on a date, it isn’t like we need the labels of humanity. If we were though, I would definitely say that I’ve been courting you in some way, so yes, a date will suffice,” Geto explained, handing Mahito the fork he had used to feed him with.

Reaching down, he grabbed another fork and began to eat his own food. “All of these are for you to try, hopefully your appetite for sweets is as insatiable as your curiosity.”

[orchidmantidae]

Pinktober day 4 with this asshole

[rmorde]

[rivalsunraveled]

i don't appreciate your moral perspective. / geto, kenjaku, or maki?

"Yeah, I'm sure." Nobody ever does. Even when people like him, they tend to argue against moral reasoning more than agree with him. It's less frustrating and more just tiring. Boring, having to keep repeating himself and hearing the same things back.

"Though, I think if you're going to have my face, you should get my perspective along with it."

[starzzarehere]

I love post-prison realm Gojo. Bro blames himself so much it's actually very entertaining to read. I feel like I'm watching a train just. Derail. Srsly, his chat with Gakuganji is literally just "Haha, nah. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten sealed." Funnier yet, he's not even wrong lmao. Like, yes bro, you were supposed to burn Geto's body; and you were supposed to kill Yuuji. But you didn't. And it cost you everything. Massive L, tbh. Skill issue. Couldn't be me. This also opens up a conversation about how Gojo is punished by the narrative each time he so much as feels something human/down to earth. Riko is an example, Getwo is an example, Megkuna is an example— it's all just Gojo committing the atrocity of being human and getting thoroughly reprimanded, fairly might I add. He was supposed to follow protocols (like ones that go beyond tradition) in each of these situations, but he didn't, and he faced the consequence of his actions. But I digress.

[rivalsunraveled]

"You came into my home, boy," Geto says, but he can tell Suguru isn't lying about not recognizing him. Intriguing... Though, he thinks they do still look similar. Geto's hair is longer, but his bangs are styled the same. Maybe his face is thinner than it once was. Maybe he smiles more and at that age...

Geto sighs, withdrawing his hand and releasing a curse. A peachy colored, mantis-like curse, large enough to be ridden. It doesn't attack, simply flies around the room.

"You should recognize that one, if you are who you claim to be." An old one... Geto almost looks nostalgic for a moment, before his eyes darken again.

He doesn't have as many of his curses that he'd acquired back then as he'd like. He lost a lot of them...

His eyes scan Suguru, trying to guess the precise moment this version of him has been pulled from.

The jump was too fast.

His eyes unable to catch the move, all Suguru can take in as evidence of the older man moving is the fact that he was on the other side of the room.

Was.

Now, all he can perceive is the stranger standing right in front of him, invading his personal space, a hand on his shoulder- the touch heavy and hot.

It’s as if he’s trying to burn through the highschooler’s skin, trying to make him melt underneath the sudden pressure he’s being faced with.

And within that second, within that movement, within that touch…

Wariness turns into alarm.

Suguru Geto?

Eyes narrowing, hand clenching into a fist, Suguru braces himself, ready to summon a cursed spirit if the scenario calls for it.

Some kind of cheap imitation?

“And how would I?”

“You don’t look anything like me.”

The least he can say is that this guy got the gauges down, but nothing else.

“If you’re trying catch me off guard with something such as this, then you’re doing a horrible job at it.”

[justsomerandomplanet]

Just remembered that era of jjk where ppl called kenjaku either pseudo geto, kamo noritoshi, or getwo

[lemongogo]

9374934 people have probably alr talked abt it but im sooo so excited ab shibuya , but ESPECIALLY AB IT HAVING A NARRATOR,, MANN. MANNNN‼️‼️‼️‼️ ITS GOING TO BE SOO WELL DONE .. i love how dreadful it feels.. the TIMESTAMPSS!! KNOWING WHATS DONE IS DONE !! i saw smone share the scs from gojo’s cubing and im going 2 throw up.:):2&/!2 the getwo reveal from gojo’s perspective is my FAVORITEE .. “then it all came back, those three years of his youth” RGGAAAHTR SHUT UPP SHUT UPP that was soo clever of kenjaku .. ive always loved how the one min time requirement was fulfilled through gojo reliving literal years of his life just by looking at geto . SEEING HIMM*. godjdjdhdddd z

[snowddeong]

Okay but since that one author wrote a twice chainsawman au when are we getting ryeji satosugu toxic yuri

Though as always if I wrote it it wouldn't be one to one cause I see Yeji as Geto personally and she'd kill that whole village yes but I don't think she'd come to the same conclusion that Geto did. She'd probably defect and then try to destroy cursed energy as a concept starting with Tengen. Which is why the majority of cursed society wants her dead. Ryujin meanwhile is kinda just sad that her gf broke it off with her in front of a kfc 😔

And since I don't write character death Ryujin lets Yeji go a second time which is where she finds all the Kenny research and stuff which helps her figure out how to extinguish cursed techniques so no getwo in the story (and technically no Sukuna kind of) Yeji'll be the one who homosexually puts Ryujin in the box lmao

[rivalsunraveled]

"Mm..." He doesn't know how they got here, either, but the only other cursed energy he currently senses is the boy's. His own.

"Shoko and Satoru can usually still be found at the school. Nanami's... I think he became an accountant or something like that." He answers that question, rather than having to admit ignorance about the other. He gestures behind him at the three scrolls 'death to the fools', 'punishment to the weak', 'love to the strong'. "So, you disagree?"

@rivalsunraveled reply to [x]

“How do you– I… how did we get here?” Suguru could not understand what possibly could have happened to have himself turn on his own beliefs so radically. That was what this was right? He had stepped into some strange vision of a possible future. His eyes drifted about the space they occupied and did not find a trace of Satoru or Shoko. “Where is everyone?”

[scalpel-mom-mori]

cowards (normal people) really acting like getwo being able to physically remove his brain from his head isn't vibes asf

[trans-fushiguro]

[turtleneckandtee]

(Absolutely not) Geto

[kenjakunuts]

family bonding