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first post wooooo

hey ppl!! i'm making my tumblr debut as a for-fun writer looking to improve. this first one is just a short lil dump and i didn't spend much time on it nor did i proofread.. but i basically just wanted to capture shoko's silent suffering (she was there too wasn't she) and gojo just being a lil shit but it's alright they're chill at the end. feel free to give advice/criticism!!!!! i will gladly take it

also is this a divider idk im just gonna put it

Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?

Just a little tired from the summer heat…

Gojo clutches the cardboard box tightly to his chest. He had just finished packing Getou’s belongings from his room and was starting to head off to throw them out; Teacher Yaga had given Gojo the job of cleaning out his best friend’s dorm a few days after news about his classmate struck them. Gojo doesn’t know why—he never understood Yaga’s elaborate way of reasoning anyway. Maybe the physical throwing out of his things is supposed to be some act of closure?

He scoffs at the proposition; how corny. Killing the dude would be enough closure for him.

(Or at least, that’s what Gojo wants himself to believe.)

Just as he was about to step out of the room with the box, Shoko walks through the door, a trail of smoke spilling from her lips and a half-lit cigarette between her fingers.

“Oh, surprise to see you here. I wouldn’t think you’d ever step foot in this room again.” Shoko says nonchalantly. She peers over Gojo’s shoulder as she scans the now-empty room and brings the cigarette up to her lips, taking a slow drag.

“Yaga tasked me with cleaning up his stuff,” Gojo replies, lifting the box up.

She lets out a puff of cigarette smoke as she perks up. “Actually, let me go through that. Getou asked me to bring him some of his things back.”

Gojo’s eyes widen. Ouch. “He asked you?”

Shoko winces at the boy’s tone. “Yes, he asked me. You know, you weren’t his only friend, Satoru.” She lifts the cigarette back up to her lips.

“I know, I know,” Gojo dismisses loudly.

Shoko huffs out another cloud of smoke and shrugs. “Well, he is a criminal now. It’s not like he’d wanna see the person who wants to kill him.”

“But I don’t—“ He hesitates. “I don’t wanna kill him…”

Shoko notices the waver in the boy’s voice and raises an eyebrow. “Special-grade sorcerer Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a criminal?” She asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a friend.”

“A friend that broke the rules of jujutsu sorcery. Doesn’t sound very ‘special-grade’ of you to just let him off like that.”

“God, shut up,” Gojo grumbles.

Shoko’s expression drops, but she quickly forces out a laugh and says, “Just teasin’ ya.” She takes another drag from the cigarette and glances down awkwardly.

A moment of silence passes between the two.

Gojo is the first to break it when he asks, “Why didn’t you kill him?”

She scoffs and looks up, a puff of smoke escaping her lips along with the sound. “What would I have done, reverse cursed technique’d him to death?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”

Shoko looks away as she takes one last drag. “Happens a lot, I think.”

Another drawn-out silence goes by.

“You’re lucky you don’t have to make the decision to kill him or not,” Gojo mutters.

Without turning back, Shoko hums her agreement. “Yeah, I don’t even know what I’d do if I had the power to…” she replies, cigarette smoke hanging in the air alongside her words.

When Gojo looks over at the girl, he notices a faraway look in her eyes, but she quickly turns back when she notices his stare. Her attention is brought back to the box in Gojo’s arms. “So, will you let me take that off your hands?”

“Yeah, alright.” He drops the box unceremoniously onto the wooden floorboards. “Mind if I help? Got nothing better to do than rummage through some dude’s old junk, unfortunately.”

Shoko chuckles and says, “I don’t think he’s just ‘some dude’ to you.”

“God, I wish he was.” (No, he doesn’t.)

“Seriously, though. I appreciate the thought, but I’m definitely sure you do have better things to do,” Shoko says as she drops to her knees in front of the cardboard box. “Besides, I don’t wanna hear you sulking over him all the while.”

Gojo rolls his eyes, but doesn’t push further. “Alright, fine. I’ll see you later for dinner, though. Gyudon or what?”

Shoko perks up at that. “Dinner? When did we agree on that?”

“It’s Sunday, no? Suguru always told us Sunday means dinner together.”

The girl’s expression wavers, but she cracks a smile. “Sounds good then, Satoru.”