#but like . satoru didn’t understand suguru fully when they were kids . suguru couldn’t open up his heart 2 him !!! not completely…..

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i guess it’s less that they Completely Understood each other and more that . just. they met each other at the perfect time . they had a bond that could never be replaced . they could be their true selves around each other, even if it only lasted for a year or two . but it still meant so much to the both of them !!! those two years alone meant so much more than the ten years they spent apart and that completely fucking Destroys me . they had something that neither one of them would ever find again and if it’s not Total Understanding then i truly believe it was unconditional love . soulmatism. the feeling of finding your other half . they had each other for two little years and it was the single most vibrant blue spring of their lives

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hello hello! can i request something where geto and f!reader meet again after a decade because reader left the jujutsu community without a word, and they're now both teachers at the school with gojo but geto and reader have always had a special bond but never made a move out of fear of rejection? bonus if gojo helps them in some way hehe thank youuu

a/n: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting this! I loved writing it, might have gotten a little carried away (hehe) but here you go! I hope you enjoy it! 

Homecoming: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader 

word count: 2.7k

tw: death, nightmares

You’ve had this dream a million times before. 

You’re not alone, but you’re surrounded by hundreds of people. 

Dead people. 

People you know and love. People you fought alongside. People you’ve saved. And most importantly, those you couldn’t. It’s Yu’s face that haunts you the most, though. 

His smile. The way he smiled and made you all laugh… The way he looked so peaceful, even in death. It had all been too much when he turned up in the morgue. Nanami looked at you with dead eyes, explained to you there was nothing he could do. And for the first time in a long time, you cried in front of someone. 

But now Yu lay in front of you as a grim reminder of your limitations. “You can save everybody,” Yu whispers, his voice echoing in the stifling air. “We’re running out of time. Why won’t you?”

You shoot up in your bed, sweat pooling around your collarbone and back. The light to your left immediately switches on, enacting a routine you’ve programmed into the lamp at any major sudden movements during the night. Light floods through your small apartment, and you exhale deeply, catching your breath before the hyperventilating begins.

“I am safe… I am safe… I am safe…” But even in the room where you’re completely alone, a sense of dread washes over you. 

You haven’t seen or heard from your former friends in a little over a decade, not since you woke up and decided to leave the school without so much as a goodbye and changed your entire identity. You were no longer “y/n, the jujutsu sorcerer”, but “y/n, the history teacher”. You had a career you loved, students you cared for, and co-workers who would only suffer a papercut at best. Not death. No, you’ve left that world behind you. There was no place for you among the sorcerers anymore. 

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“That’s the bell!” You announce, walking to the door to collect your student’s papers as they left. 

“Goodbye, miss!” The sounds of teenagers going off to enjoy the rest of their day filled you with joy. You thank your lucky stars that you get to spend time with such carefree and amazing children and walk back to your desk to gather your things to leave. 

“It’s a shame I had to come all this way to find you.” 

You instantly straighten up at the sound of a familiar voice, loosening your grip on the straps of your purse. You don’t dare turn to face the person, but you can feel the sapphire eyes on your back. Six Eyes noticed everything. 

“It’s a lovely little setup you’ve got going on here.” Gojo Satoru walked around the room and pointed to the maps on the wall casually, chuckling before placing his hands back in his pockets. “Do you get rid of your children’s curses, or have you forgotten where you came from entirely?” The glasses come off, and instantly, you’re fully trapped in the gaze of the white-haired man before you. He’s dressed normally in a blue button-down and black slacks, but this isn’t new. You’ve seen Satoru like this before. A decade ago, yes, but he hasn’t changed a bit. 

“I…” The words are lost on your lips. Satoru places a hand on his hip, eyeing you carefully. “Gojo… how…?” 

“Have you forgotten how we found you the first time?” No, you hadn’t forgotten. You remembered the long night, the darkness, the curses, your parents, their blood. You remembered it all. “It’s too easy to find you; you don’t really hide, y/n.” 

Your cheeks heat up, and you feel his gaze sliding from the crown of your head to your waist, trying to pick out any differences. When he’s satisfied, he approaches you again, his mouth turned up in a smile. “We need you back at Jujutsu Tech.”

“No,” you blurt, and grab your purse handles defensively. “I’m not going back there.” 

“I wasn’t asking.” Satoru jerks his chin at you, his manner ominous and unyielding. “There are some kids that we’ve enrolled that we need help with.” 

“I don’t want any part of it.” The denial is met with some resistance, you note, as Satoru lowers his chin. “I left for a reason. You’ll have to kill me to get me back on that campus without a fight.” 

You put up a fight. You really did. But now, you were slung over Satoru’s shoulder, dangling like a ragdoll while he carried you out of the school building. Your resignation letter - signed and dated - had been slid under the principals’ door, and you were promptly escorted off the campus by a gentlemanly Gojo. 

“Y/n, why do you make things so difficult?” Satoru pouts, and you huff, examining your scratched arms and torn sleeves. “I wouldn’t have thrown you into a tree if you hadn’t insisted on acting like a child.” 

“Please, shut up,” you gripe, and Satoru laughs.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! You’ll see everyone again! Nanami, Shoko, Geto…” You stiffen at the sound of Geto Suguru’s name. The raven-haired, easy-going, level-headed sorcerer that used to make your heart leap… As Satoru goes on and on about all of the things you missed out on, you wonder how the pensive man had fared in the decade of separation. Last you spoke, he had been struggling with his identity as a sorcerer. 

After Yu had been murdered, you clung to him and desperately hung off of his every word. You thought that maybe - just maybe - he’d go rogue, like you. He’d run away, and take you with him, reforming himself into someone new. But the moment you figured out his heart was still with Jujutsu Tech, you left without a word. Losing Yu had been painful enough. There were no sweet words that could assuage the wounds inside. Not even from Geto, despite his understanding and caring demeanor towards you at all times. He seemed too good to be true, and most certainly too good for you. Had he changed at all? 

“Are you listening to me?” Satoru whines. “I’m telling you about the new students!” 

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It’s the smell of the floor cleaner that hits you first. 

You didn’t miss the smell of the expensive liquid used to mop up the messes tracked in from outside. It only reminded you of the stale morgue, the cleansed tables, the sound of emptiness echoing on into the chaos of forever. 

“What would you do, Yu?” The spoken thought is accompanied by the sound of a box being opened. “Would you come back?” He didn’t answer, and you didn’t expect him to. He would only ask you the same question in your dreams: 

“You can save everybody; why won’t you?” 

The agony of unpacking was all-encompassing, forcing you to tears. You had come back to hell, and it was only a matter of time before the nightmare and horrors played out like before. Nothing had changed over the passage of time except the faces. 

“I’ll catch up with you later!” 

It’s Gojo. You quickly shut your dresser drawers and turn to the painting hanging on the wall, pretending to readjust it for the fifth time that day. You can’t let him see you cry, not when you spent the whole car ride cursing at him for even daring to command Ijichi to drive you both back to Jujutsu Tech.

When your door opens, you don’t look back. Instead, you focus even harder on the brushstrokes of red, yellow, and green as you adjust the frame a little. 

“Y/n! I brought a friend to see you! You two should do some catching up!” A friend?

You turn to face the white-haired man and catch the black eyes of the raven-haired sorcerer instead. Your mouth drops open slightly as his head cocks to the side a little, an amused look dancing across his face. “Oh, look at the time, I have that… thing… to do.” Before you can call out to Satoru, he disappears, leaving you and Geto Suguru in the same room. 

Alone. 

You suddenly realize that your sweatpants and loose t-shirt are much too ill-fitting compared to how he’s dressed: in his sorcerer outfit, just like you left him. The only difference was that his hair - his illustrious hair - was so much longer than you remember. Half of it is up, tied back in his usual half-bun, the rest is cascading around his beautiful face. 

“I’m very surprised to hear that Gojo successfully coerced you back on campus.” 

“It wasn’t by choice…” you breathe, and Suguru smiles, completely disarming you. 

“You look the same.” The comment is accompanied by his frame stepping inside of your room and closing the door behind him. “What have you been doing all of these years?” 

“Teaching.” He smiles even wider, scratching his cheek before sliding his hands in his pockets. 

“Same here. Nice to see that we didn’t turn out so different after all.” You huff a laugh, and Suguru looks around your room, examining the items on the wall with appreciation. “Has Gojo told you about the new students?” 

“I… wasn’t paying attention,” you admit, and he shrugs, knowing the feeling. 

“You’ll like them. They’re motivated… excited. A lot to handle, but they’re good kids.” 

“Like Yu?” The words slip out before you can truly recognize their meaning. But Suguru’s expression doesn’t change. A long silence passes before he inhales, then sighs it out through his nose, still looking everywhere but at you.

“That’s why you left, isn’t it?” Your hands clench into fists; this isn't how you want to address the situation. “I completely understand.” Suguru approaches you slowly, hands still tucked away. “But I did worry about you. We tried contacting--” 

“I know.” It isn’t until he’s fully in front of you that you realize how much you missed this man, how much his presence meant to you. He removes a hand from his pocket and reaches up to touch your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your heart quickens at his touch, and you wonder - only for a moment - if he ever felt the way you did about him. Did he ever think about you before bed? Did he ever do something that reminded him of you and stop to feel the hole in his chest widen for a second? Did he--

“Your face hasn’t changed. You’re thinking about something,” he whispers and you look up into his eyes, holding your breath. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

“Yu.” He hums at your lie, pulling away a little. 

“No one ever fully heals from all of this,” he begins and looks over your head at the greenery outside. “I thought it would get easier… But it never really does.”

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 “Again!” One of the students - a gentle first-year named Yuji Itadori - slowly rises from the tree trunk Suguru has smashed him into and puts up his fists. 

“I-I don’t know if I can--” The boy’s thought is cut off by Suguru’s quick moves, and you observe the melee without bias, puckering your lips thoughtfully. When Itadori gets knocked down again, you click your tongue against your teeth, standing up from the stair you’ve been sitting on. 

“That’s enough for now,” you announce, stretching. “Go get some water and come back in ten.” Yuji obediently takes his leave, and you turn to Suguru with your hands on your hips.

“He’s not doing so well.” 

“That’s what we’re here for,” the raven-haired sorcerer mutters, wiping the sweat off of his face. “Gojo can do just fine with his cursed energy, but he can’t fight hand-to-hand to save his life.” Sweat runs down Geto’s chest and to his navel like a flowing river, and your eyes trace the path shamelessly. It isn’t until he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been staring, and you turn away, fully embarrassed. 

“So…” you begin, trying to cover up your slip-up. “What do we do now?” 

“What do you propose we do?” the voice behind you is close, and you feel his breath against your ear as he leans down. “I say… I beat the shit out of him and you just watch. Patch him up, get him back out there, make him fight until he accesses those skills within. What do you think, kitten?” The old pet name makes your stomach tighten, and you feel one of Suguru’s hands hovering at your waist. Your heart is pounding in your chest, almost as if it wants to burst free and run away. Your mouth dries up, and you’re forced to swallow hard to assuage the papery feeling. 

“I--” 

“Hey, maybe we can just take it easy for a while?” Yuji interrupts, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Suguru straightens up immediately and smiles, his hand lowering from your side. 

“Y/n… what does ‘take it easy’ mean again?” 

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The nightmares are unrelenting. Yu is angry. 

“You came home,” he murmurs, turned away from you. “But you’re not doing what you’re supposed to do. Why bother, y/n?” 

“Please, Yu,” Your voice is much weaker than you thought it would be. “I need more time.” Yu turns to grab your face, his hollow eyes boring into your soul with fury. 

“We don’t have time! There are lives that need to be saved and you’re jus--” 

“Wake up!” A harsh yank pulls you out of the dream and right back into your bed, but there’s more commotion than you expected upon opening your eyes. Suguru is straddling your figure, his black hair tickling your face. He’s shaking you, face full of worry and concern while you lie beneath him and slowly come back to your senses. “Y/n,” Suguru breathes, his sweet breath fanning across your face. 

“What are you doing in here?” Your mind travels from the dream to the white t-shirt, baggy sweatpants, and tender touch of the sorcerer above you. 

“Your cursed energy was out of control…” Suguru sits back on his haunches, exhaling while pushing his hair back behind his face. “I could feel it in my room, so I came to see what was going on. But…” Your eyes flick to his face, his eyes squeezed shut and lips tightly pressed together. 

“It was just a nightmare.” You explain cooly and sit up, rubbing your forehead. “Just a nightmare.” 

There’s a slight tension in the air, but you say nothing as Suguru slides off the bed to give you space. You didn’t want him to go, but you know the situation can’t magically be made better. You just needed time. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m a really good listener.” He offers, eyeing you carefully. 

“No, not really,” you whisper, and look over to the window where moonlight is spilling in. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary.” Suguru nods, taking a few steps toward the door. He stops in his tracks, and you can feel him contemplating something before turning back around and looking at you intently. 

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened if you stayed?” The question hits you like a bag of bricks, and you sit very still in the bed, unsure of how to answer. “What would’ve happened if Gojo never brought you back to me?” 

“I don’t know,” you whisper in response. In a few steps, Suguru was back on the bed, leaning a knee on the mattress. He reaches a hand out to smooth his knuckles against your soft cheek, and you lean into his touch eagerly, feeling your fear slip away. Without any words, he presses his lips against yours - just once - but it’s enough to make you feel something blooming in your chest. “Suguru…” He swipes two fingers over your lips tenderly, sealing the kiss with his touch. 

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.” 

“Why now?” His eyelashes flutter in the moonlight, his mind coming up with some sort of excuse for his lack of forwardness. 

“Why? I was so sure you and Yu had something… more going on. I thought when you left that you might find a non-sorcerer that wouldn’t break your heart.” He sighs. “Seeing you like that broke my heart, so I didn’t blame you for leaving at all. I just hoped you would find happiness out there. Even if that meant it was withou--” 

You smash your lips against his again, silencing his speech. He cups your chin and dips his head low, moaning into your mouth with pleasure. When you break the kiss, you tenderly press your forehead against his, closing your eyes in the darkness when he taps a kiss to your nose.

“But I’m glad you came home.”