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Sorting It Out Ch. 16 is up!

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sometimes healing is just you, some friends, a movie, and a long-overdue nap. hope y'all like this one!

Title: Far from the Tree

Song of the Chapter: Eat Your Young by Hozier

Word Count: 3,299

Summary:

With movie night waiting and exhaustion deeper than bone, Shoko keeps her eyes glued to a dying lighter. In a leap of faith, she asks Satoru and Suguru for a favor—unable to look up for the answer. It’s a test of loyalty, of trust, and of vulnerability.

“Something wrong?”

The blue rings disappeared again as Satoru closed his eyes again. He focused on changing into his own slippers. It was fascinating to see how easily he navigated with his most basic sight gone.

“Nope! Just wondering if you can get any cornier.”

“‘Corny’ isn’t the word I’d use,” Suguru drawled and stepped into the TV room. Though he walked around the couch, he didn’t approach the DVD shelves, still overwhelmingly full with movies he had never seen. Just trying to process how many hours of watch time this collection contained gave him a headache. He stayed to the left of the couch with his hands in his pockets, his weight settling on the balls of his feet.

“Good thing you didn’t have the chance to be wrong,” Satoru drew Suguru’s attention away from the most intimidating wall he had ever seen. When Satoru sat in the corner of the couch closest to Suguru, he stuck his tongue out at him with a childish “bleh.”

Look. Suguru wasn’t proud of how he reacted. He wasn’t ashamed either, but he was just glad no one else was there.

“Never mind. I take it all back.” Suguru’s revenge was tugging down on an eyelid and sticking his tongue out back with a similarly childish, “bleh.”

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Sorting It Out Ch. 15 is up!

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Carrying on into the many awkward ways that Satoru and Suguru try to make Shoko feel better while also not knowing how the hell that's supposed to work.

This was supposed to be a little longer, but continuing from where I cut it off felt like I was just starting a new chapter, so here you go.

How did y'all feel about the last chapter? Was meeting the clan head interesting?

Hope you like this chapter! And remember: Live, laugh, Shoko.

Title: Observer

Shoko Song of the Chapter: For the Wicked by Friday Pilots Club

Word Count: 3,706

Summary:

The trip back to Tokyo eats away at most of their day, but the first years make the most of it. With tensions hard to balance, Satoru just tries to get them from point A to point Anywhere-But-Kyoto.

'rude.'

“Like you’re one to talk,” Satoru scoffed. “You wanna tell us how you have a record and Suguru doesn’t?”

"Watch it."

“You know what you look like. Don’t snap at me for stating the obvious.”

'i didn’t want to go to kjjh,' Shoko showed them on her screen with a shrug.

“Yeah, I didn’t like the sound of it much either. Tokyo has so much more going on than Kyoto.”

“I wasn’t given the option.”

"Because you look like you have a record. You’re like one tattoo away from someone thinking you’re in with the yakuza.”

“Have you looked in the mirror? Especially with how you stand…”

Satoru’s back straightened and he glared over Shoko’s head, “How I stand? What the hell does that even mean?”

’and u wear sunglasses all the time’

“True,” Suguru agreed with stifled laughter as more people boarded the shinkansen.

“Huh?! I’m telling jiji-sensei you two were bullying me. See how many laps you have to run then."

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Sorting It Out Ch. 14 is up!

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We got into the thick of it with this chapter. Hope you like what I cooked up. How did y'all feel about the Shoko reveal? Hopefully good. I beseech thee let me cook on this. Trust.

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Title: Root and Stem

Shoko Song of the Chapter: What's Wrong by half·alive

Word Count: 4,339

Summary: The Sorcerer General is a prestigious position given to one of three nominees presented by the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin clans. It is only once the Prime Minister dismisses them that the Sorcerer General is removed from their cabinet. The current Sorcerer General was elected into office 50 years ago with his hair already graying. In this life, at this age, his only dismissal will be the cold kiss of death.

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“Do your hands still burn, Shoko?”

The air to fuel her words tried to burrow into her lungs. Still, Shoko shook her hands out as she said, “I’m fine. Just tense.”

“You are free to admit your aches and pains. Shall I brew stronger tea or not?”

“Weaker, please. I’m not that sore, I promise,” Shoko lied as she laced her fingers together on her lap.

Even her pulse ached. Her heartbeat was slow, but each thump sent a soul-deep strain radiating up her arms. Shoko’s face remained carefully blank despite the sharp pain. Her eyes lifted to the temple’s priest and settled on his chin.

“I’ll need to go after tea if you will excuse me, Kannushi.”

The Shinto priest in question didn’t immediately answer. He silently observed Shoko with eyes even darker than her own. They bored into her face— waiting for a crack.

Shoko wouldn’t give that to him.

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Sorting It Out Ch. 13 is up!

SHOKO ARC! SHOKO ARC!! SHOKO ARC!!!

This is first and foremost because she deserves it. I want to flesh out her backstory some and how I do it may surprise you. Hope you like the changes I've made! There is a purpose to it that will be revealed later. This chapter is a bit short, but the next chapter has a lot to unpack.

Title: Missing Link

SHOKO Song of the Chapter: End of It by the Friday Pilots Club.

Word Count: 2,313

Summary:

Shoko didn't come back to campus last night. Satoru, far too aware of the lack of her pinging on his radar, calls. She doesn't answer, but Suguru answers on the second ring.

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my favorite part about writing the satosugu jigsaw au and jjk stuff in general is figuring out how cursed techniques work. (and not just rolling with satoru trying to explain to yuji curses energy vs cursed technique because this man should not be a teacher without a suguru present.)

example being six eyes. i think i've basically turned it into cursed energy synaesthesia. it explains like 30% of how satoru did this whole thing and knew his husband had been there:

the other 70% is that he's just a freak, but we already knew that.

i like the idea of satoru sensing people's technique and experiencing distinct sensations with every person. with most sorcerers, they can feel cursed energy residuals and sometimes distinguish them. satoru gets to be a bloodhound. example being shoko in a more recent chapter:

Then there was a warmth; Not a warmth like the summer heat that was only just getting started in early June, but the radiating heat of a campfire. It burned behind the building closest to the stairs, but there was no smoke to be seen. Satoru didn’t need to open his eyes to see that.

It was a familiar enough campfire. Satoru turned and took a detour. Strolling toward and around the building when the terrain sloped sharply downward. When it opened back up to a porch with a few yards of a sloping grass field and trees that didn’t block the view of Tokyo from this angle. Instead of admiring the view, Satoru turned with hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. His foot tapped against the old, creaky woodk.

“Yo, Shoko,” Satoru pulled one hand from his hoodie pocket to wave.

Shoko sat in the middle of the engawa that stretched along the length of the building. Smoke drifted from her lips before she even bothered to turn her head to look at Satoru. She blinked at him, though she didn’t even flinch. Satoru wondered if she expected him, but then she let out a quiet, tired grunt and Satoru couldn’t help but snort.

“Pff. I knew you weren’t a morning person, but this is almost impressive,” Satoru shook his head and took a few strides over.

Satoru stopped about a meter away to avoid the smoke– Just like a campfire.

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so, he sees it like a campfire. where it leaves her, he sees flames spreading, feels warm, and can smell the smoke. (though that is a combination of cigarettes and the synaesthesia.)

then with suguru:

(context: the girls are giving each other the silent treatment. this is a soulmate au where they share a pool of cursed energy and it flows between them, converting into their different types of cursed energy in the space between them. very romantic, very codependency coded, etc. etc.)

Arashi-chan locked the closet and the storm walked down the hallway. It trailed away from the building until it was just a distant rumble that petered off into the background buzzing.

It left two cursed energies that irritatingly blended together– impossible to miss with the conversion happening practically before his eyes. Satoru's cursed energy had its own tinge of ozone mixed with the smell of rain in the air. Satoru would confidently say that using cursed energy was as easy as breathing not just to establish dominance, but also because it was. Using a cursed technique took the same amount of effort it took to breathe consciously instead of autonomically. Limitless commanded the “air” like gravity with an atmosphere.

Now, his royal stuffiness had a cursed energy like a patchwork. Satoru pulled a pair of pants on as he “watched" his own cursed energy spin itself into thread. Only a wall away from the bastard, Satoru had a front row seat to the bitingly obvious transition.

Suguru's cursed energy was… Well. If Satoru looked closely enough (which he refused to do right now.), he could make out the individual pieces of “fabric” from the cursed spirits he consumed. They were sewn together with the string of Satoru's cursed energy that thus became Suguru's.

Did this guy just steal everyone else's cursed energy? He might as well be with how things were looking from Satoru's perspective.

Not that he was looking. Satoru would rather stab his own eyes out than look at Suguru. He would, however, focus on Suguru's desk where the nerd had just set his textbook down. (Who the hell studied this late at night?)

With the strain of an invisible muscle, Satoru only needed the minutest of pulls before gravity did the rest. The loud thump of the book echoed through the wall and, halfway toward his bed, Suguru’s entire body coiled in tension and he jerked around. That was satisfying enough that Satoru almost forgave Suguru for being so stupid.

Almost.

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satoru's cursed energy is like the air. it smells like ozone, feels light, and flows like a breeze. it concentrates in the air to form the thread that stitches a quilt of cursed spirits together to become "suguru's cursed energy." satoru is the wind, suguru is the sail, their love is the ship that keeps them afloat.

yes, this fantiction was an elaborate ruse leading up to me making that joke. never again will you hear of me because i just wanted to make that joke.

then trying to figure out what constitutes "healing" for the reverse cursed technique. also playing around with how suguru's power works. i basically summarize the pros as having a bunch of little guys and the cons as the following passage: (nausea and description of disgusting taste)

It was underwhelming how easily the creature swirled and formed into an orb in his palm, though Suguru really couldn’t complain about not being in more danger. He could complain about not getting a stronger cursed spirit, though. At least that way, the whole process was still worth it. Suguru sighed and pinched his nose with his free hand. It hardly helped, but the familiarity of the motion settled his nerves.

Suguru was trying to figure out if it would be easier to gather a collection of cursed spirits and eat multiple at once or to do it one at a time as he beats them. “Easier,” wasn’t really the right word for it. It wouldn’t be easier, but he wasn’t quite to the number of cursed spirits he wanted to be at where he could feel more selective about which ones he ate. It felt like every mission left him down a few cursed spirits and only up one.

Still, Suguru brought the orb to his mouth. Suguru hoped it would get easier to deal with these things in time, but each time still left him feeling as nauseous and borderline sick as always. Humans weren’t made to consume curses. He had been born with an affinity toward it, but instincts fought tooth-and-nail with Suguru along the way.

Curses are a plague– guaranteed to kill anyone, sorcerer or not, who made such a poor decision. Though Suguru was immune to the death part, that didn’t mean he could knock these back. Each one hurt going down and he threatened to throw up hours after while the putrid taste still lingered in his mouth. Suguru felt cool sweat prickle at the back of his neck as the nausea set in. The curse disappeared into his stomach, but Suguru still kept his hand over his mouth to keep his dinner down. There likely wouldn’t be any places open for him to get a second dinner if he didn’t leave quickly. His stomach flinched away from the curse, but it only served to make him feel more nauseous.

It wasn’t poison. It wouldn’t kill him. Yet, as his body fought his nauseous stomach and the taste in his mouth he had just gotten out of there the day before, why did it feel like he was swallowing condensed death?

It was only once his stomach had settled into a background nausea that wouldn’t actively try to incapacitate him that Suguru pulled his hand away from his mouth. He patted his pockets in search of his pack of gum. It didn’t get rid of the taste, but it at least gave him something to focus on.

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i feel bad because i took canon and said "what if i made him suffer more?" and it's too late to retcon.

don't worry, he's actually kinda happy right now, so it looks like he already found rock bottom, right? right. we can only go up from here.

i was going to get into the soulmate au that i'm writing, but i think this post is getting too long. story for another time.

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okay, hear me out. actor au.

satosugu au where satoru is an actor doing a sexy monster character in a high-budget tv show. suguru is a makeup effects/prosthetics artist.

depending on what they aren't covering up in clothing, they spend at minimum three hours per day of shooting putting that makeup on. at most, they spend eight to nine hours.

satoru plays a siren who frequently has scales or needs to be able to look perpetually damp and beautiful. maybe a demon who needs to have blue skin. it's truly all possible because he's just very pretty.

alternative geto suguru my beloved? my king?? job where piercings and tattoos are fine??? nay, expected????

geto suguru not having to sacrifice himself to a cause with his only stress being how to make nanako and mimiko even cooler halloween costumes than last year is all that i need in this world.

they flirt an embarrassing amount and yaga the production manager has to keep an eye on them when what should be a three hour makeup starts to take five.

suguru and satoru decide that they were willing to make the sacrifice to come in an hour earlier each day just to make sure that the makeup is finished before shooting. they're allowed to until they just add an extra hour onto how long it took them already.

they finally hang out outside of work and they're pretty much inseparable.

once it gets out that they are dating, people aren't sure if they want to be satoru or suguru or if they want to be their third.

they start an absurd amount of false rumors about themselves until the tabloids figure out that they should never trust what those two say about their lives.

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Sorting It Out Ch. 12 is up!

The girls??? They're talking??? I've made Shoko the glue of this friendship right now and my only hope is that these losers learn how to get along. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Title: Next Level

Song of the Chapter: Crazy Bird by Wild Child

Word Count: 3,258

Summary:

Relaxation doesn't come easy after so long of not being able to. With their energy reserves depleted and minds too melted to carry on, the first years at Tokyo Jujutsu High make the executive decision to take a day instead of going to class or training. Snacks are in order and, unfortunately for them, so is a long overdue conversation.

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r/aita because i know my arch nemesis' snack preferences, but not my close good friend?

low-key, i feel like suguru would be way deep into different subreddits. esp later on in the canon storyline lmao. imagining him, satoru, and shoko finding stories about awful people and talking shit. catty bitches and suguru and satoru play hot potato on who is cattier.

anyways, excerpt from the next chapter! i just thought it was funny that this convenience store trip could've been an email and i made it into an all-hands morning meeting.

oh well. it was fun to write. promise there will be more to this chapter than a snack run. i am hyped.

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----------- 1,700 words into the chapter.

Suguru hadn’t paid enough attention to catch Shoko’s snack preferences when they stopped by the vending machines during missions. There was a rush of mortification settling deep into Suguru’s stomach as he adjusted the basket in his arm that held an obnoxiously memorable sugary drink that he smelled like for hours after Gojo “accidentally” spilled it on him a week ago during a mission. The drink and the candy he didn't think twice about grabbing were a combination that mixed mortification and embarrassment like water and arsenic.

The temptation was there to switch out the snacks and drinks for things he knew Gojo would like, but wouldn’t be his favorites if only to save Suguru some embarrassment. It was only in the name of keeping the peace that he didn’t. Whether he would be successful depended on how irritating Gojo wanted to be.

Shoko, though. Suguru couldn’t remember a time she asked him to buy her a drink or a snack. She always bought her own, always sipped or ate quietly, and never left a mess. Thinking back left a blurry memory while he grabbed a melon soda that might be the color he could picture her holding. His own water sat in the basket and, while he didn’t want anything else to drink, he came to the decision that he would let her have it if she reached for it.

Snacks were easier. Suguru picked out a few to choose from. It covered his ass; If he claimed they were for the group, Gojo would have a harder time noticing that Suguru knew what he liked.

Smug bastard.

Staring down at a bag of chips after twenty minutes spent in a convenience store, Suguru realized he might just be overthinking this.

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Sorting It Out Ch. 11 is up!

I don't know why this chapter took so long. I think it's because I'm still nailing down a Shoko characterization. Feel free to give constructive criticism.

Title: Boiling Over

Song of the Chapter: drunk text by Henry Moodie

Word Count: 3,461

Summary:

At his wit's end, Satoru began his day with a sour mood and went to bed with a curdled one. A sleepless night later, he finds that he isn't the only one awake this late-- or early?