#I love gojo but like let's take a step back and think calmly ok

[jujutsutrash]

Also people saying "Oh desecration the dead" and "even after death they are treating gojo like nothing but a weapon" are just galizing over gojo and fully ignoring that 1) he said "I do not give a shit about what happens to my dead body" and 2) yuta's whole reasoning behind this was "we let gojo sacrifice everything so he could be our greatest asset in this fight but we aren't willing to rise to that same level of sacrifice ourselves?"

[beetlejuicyy]

Out of Sync | SatoSugu

Gojo's POV

Geto's POV

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Suguru fell first. He couldn't tell exactly when or how he did, but he remembers the moment he became aware of it very clearly. They had just come back from a successful mision. It was him, Satoru and Shoko. They were having takeout in Suguru's room. To use the word noisy to describe that evening would be an understatement. Satoru kept winning at video games, making Shoko give up in frustration. Although he had exceptional reflexes and two overly capable eyes, it was Suguru's game after all, that he had played over and over. At last, experience triumphed.

"You cheater!" Satoru yelled.

"I'm simply that good." Geto brushed him off with a smirk. As much as he tried to look cool by acting calm and confident, Shoko rolled her eyes. She saw right through him. He loved seeing the mighty Gojo Satoru being frustrated.

"There's no way you could beat me?!" Satoru yelled back, sulking.

"So you cheated." Suguru hummed.

He loved annoying his friend. When he first met the heir of the Gojo clan he was mesmerized. Mysterious, quiet, unpredictable. Over time, he opened up and got more easy going. The burden of his prestigious clan and reputation disappeared when they were together.

At heart, he was an idiot.

"I did not!" Satoru reiterated, slamming his fist on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"It's ok to lose sometimes." Shoko joined in. Satoru looked from one friend to the other with bright blue eyes filled with confusion. How could she agree with that statement?

"Let's take it outside then! If you're so confident you can win!" He sat up full of enthusiasm.

"Jeez, it's a video game..."

"Shoko, you're the reffree!"

"No way!"

Suguru got up, accepting the challenge in a heartbeat. He loved sparring with Satoru for no reason. So he calmly followed his friend who was already stomping outside on the empty field, picking the perfect spot.

Suguru was walking just behind him, looking at Satoru's silhouette gradually picking up the pace. He was a few inches taller, more on the lean side, with white hair almost reflecting the shimmering golden light of sunset. For a moment, Suguru thought that he would be happy to remain one step behind Satoru at all times so he could always watch over him. He was strong indeed. The strongest. But he was also self centered. And stupid. And, in all honesty, he needed taking care of just like anyone else, no matter if he was Gojo Satoru himself. Most people overlooked that fact, but never Suguru.

"On your mark, Shoko!" Satoru yelled, turning on his heels. The girl sighed, looking at Suguru in search of some reasoning. She found none. His eyes were glistening with anticipation, ready to measure his strenght and skill against his friend.

"Get ready to lose." Suguru said.

Half an hour and some wasted cursed techniques later they were both laying on the ground panting, fighting to catch their breaths. With one cheek pressed against the ground, Suguru looked at Satoru, who was just an arm's lenght away from him. He was so beautiful. That thought echoed inside Suguru's mind, silencing any other he had prior. His heart was beating fast but not because of fatigue. His fingers were burning, itching to touch, his eyes mesmerized by the movements of Satoru's chest. He was so beautiful. The thought replayed again and again in his head, louder and louder each time. His white hair was sticking to his face, bruises and dirt covered his cheeks but a satisfied smile triumphed over his face, eyes closed in satisfaction. The sight had something... sexual. It made Suguru want to touch, brush the hair away from his eyes, wipe the dirt off the scratches on his face. He swore at himself and turned his face away, scared that his friend might read his unholy thoughts. Wrong. It was wrong. But even with his face turned away, eyes tightly shut, the image was clear in his mind. How could he think these thoughts about his friend? His best friend. His one and... only. No. He couldn't. He was just a teenager, a horny teenager tired after missions, with hardly any free time, exploring life. But teenagers were thinking about girls, perverts in his age group fantasized about boobs and pretty girls in porn magazines. Insead of showing interest in girls he was serious, mature, focused. That was his personality. Of course, as everyone expected, he would find a girl later in his twenties or even thirties or maybe he would dedicate his life to fighting curses without hurting any innocent woman with the dangers of his job. But never in a million years did it ever cross his mind that he would think about these things while looking at his friend.

"Hey..." The soft touch of Satoru's hand on his cheek startled him more than it should have. Looking back at him, Suguru noticed he did the exact gesture that made him turn away in shame. To Satoru, it meant nothing. To Suguru, it meant everything. "...you loser." The cocky grin mixed with blue eyes glistening in pride made the balck haired boy push his hand away in annoyance.

"It's a draw." Suguru rolled his eyes, more preoccupied with hiding his worries than paying attention to Satoru's taunting.

But Geto Suguru was the loser indeed. Because he fell first.

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