bloody-bee-tea · 7 months ago
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IntiMarch 2024 Day 24 - Love like galaxies
The prompt for this was "I feel safe here". This fic really was inspired by this amazing art on Twitter. Eldritch Abomination Gojo my beloved 😍 And apparently that art was inspired by Cannibalization of the Apex, which is definitely something all of you should read if you haven't yet!
Suguru doesn’t have to look up from the book he’s reading to know that it’s Satoru who comes in through the window. He only every comes through the window—and he’s the only one to ever do so, too—and the one time Suguru asked him about that, Satoru didn’t show up for almost two weeks.
Suguru has never asked again.
“Welcome back,” Suguru says, once he hears Satoru’s feet land on the ground and when he does finally look up, Satoru is already staring at him.
It’s almost unbearable to have that gaze fixed on him—Satoru’s eyes too blue and too big and too all-knowing for it to be comfortable, but Suguru has never minded it.
It’s Satoru who is looking at him after all.
“Suguru,” Satoru sighs out and as if a switch has been flipped, his posture becomes more relaxed, his shoulders slightly curing forwards, his head almost hanging down.
“You’re exhausted,” Suguru observes and that’s as much as he’s going to say on that topic.
Satoru is cagey about—everything, really. It took Suguru almost a month to learn his name, after the first time he climbed in through his window as if he’d always done that and until today he has never learned what brought Satoru to him that very first day.
He never talks about why he sometimes seems so haunted, why there are tears in his clothes on some days, why he’s jumpy as if he’s waiting to be attacked.
Suguru doesn’t ask. He won’t get an answer and if he pushes too hard he will only take a place away from Satoru where he feels at least comfortable enough to come to on a regular basis and Suguru doesn’t even want to think about what not having that could mean for Satoru.
Who knows what his circumstances are; if he’s from an abusive household or a delinquent or something else entirely—Suguru only knows that he always wants Satoru to come to him, no matter what.
“Today was—difficult,” Satoru admits and immediately Suguru rakes his eyes over Satoru’s body, checking him for obvious wounds because he doesn’t know what else to do.
Suguru only relaxes when he can’t even spot any tears in his clothes.
“But now you’re here,” he then says and shifts on the bed, making more room for Satoru to join him.
Satoru lets out an exhausted sigh before he kicks off his shoes and then comes over to the bed, instantly curling up on his side, pressing his forehead to Suguru’s hip bone, seeing as he’s still propped up against the headboard.
“You’re really beat today, huh?” Suguru asks, putting his book to the side and carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair.
“Sorry,” Satoru quietly says. “I’m not good company today, probably.”
Suguru bites his tongue so he doesn’t blurt out how Satoru is always good company, because simply having him physically near is improving Suguru’s day significantly but he’s not sure Satoru would want to hear that.
“Why not go home then? Why come here? You need to rest, too, Satoru,” Suguru softly gives back, not stopping the motion of his hand and Satoru leans into the contact like a cat.
“I feel safe here,” he says after a long moment and Suguru’s stomach drops out.
It’s the first time that he verbally alluded to the fact that wherever he’s home he’s not safe and the thought makes Suguru sick.
“You know you can always come here, right?” Suguru asks, because Satoru only ever drops by when Suguru is also there. Suguru knows because he did ask about that once. “Even when I’m not here. I leave my window unlocked for you.”
“Suguru,” Satoru gasps out, his head flying up. “You shouldn’t do that. That’s not safe. There are so many bad people out there, what if one of them finds you?”
“They won’t,” Suguru says, because it’s not as if he’s advertising the fact that he’s keeping the window open.
He even changed the window handle, so that it’s not visible from the outside when it’s open. He’s not stupid after all.
“You need to be more careful,” Satoru still mutters and Suguru chuckles.
“What, so that no strange boys with white hair and blue eyes can drop in?” he teasingly asks and pulls on a strand of Satoru’s hair.
“I’m not strange,” Satoru huffs out, laying back down in his previous position without waiting for Suguru’s reply, which is just as well because Suguru doesn’t know what to say to that.
The thing is, Satoru is strange. His eyes are too intense, his hair is too white, his behaviour too—strange. There is no better word for it. Sometimes it seems to Suguru as if he’s too much, pressed into too little space and he wonders if trauma might have to do with that.
He tried to read up on that a little bit, but there are so many different reasons to have a trauma response and then there are also so many different trauma responses itself that Suguru couldn’t make heads or tails of it without outright asking Satoru, which of course is out of the question.
“You’re a little bit strange,” Suguru admits to him, resuming to stroke his hair once more, “but I like it that way.”
“As you should,” Satoru huffs out, and then presses himself closer. “Can I stay the night?” he then asks and Suguru smiles, even though Satoru can’t see it.
“Of course you can, you know that. You don’t always have to ask. Do you need something? I still have your toothbrush from last time,” Suguru says and chuckles when Satoru bares his teeth in a disgusted manner.
“I don’t like doing that,” he grumbles out and Suguru taps his head.
“I know but you have to. Healthy teeth are important.”
“Not as if mine could rot anyway,” Satoru mutters, barely audible and that, too, is just one of the many strange things about Satoru.
Sometimes he acts as if normal rules don’t apply to him and his body and it’s puzzling at best.
“Will you also maybe finally take the key I had made for you?” Suguru asks after a moment of comfortable silence and Satoru peeks up at him, one iridescent blue eye blinking up at him.
“No. It’s not safe to come in from there,” is all Satoru says to that and Suguru drops the subject.
It’s always the same; Suguru offers, Satoru refuses with confusing statements, rinse and repeat.
Satoru is stubborn, but Suguru is, too. One day he’ll get him to accept the key, if only so he carries it around. That alone would make Suguru feel better because he’s living on the third floor. One day Satoru might be too exhausted to climb up outside and Suguru wants him to still be able to come home even when that happens.
“Come on, let’s get ready for bed, I’m beat, too,” Suguru decides and nudges Satoru until he hisses at him.
It’s a strange sound to hear out of a human throat but Suguru only flicks Satoru’s nose and laughs when he goes cross-eyed over it.
“You are ridiculous,” he says, amusement colouring his voice and Satoru blinks at him.
“But you like me anyway.”
It’s not a question, not quite, but Suguru sees the tightening around Satoru’s eyes, the way his finger suddenly taps away at his thigh and he knows that the answer matters to Satoru.
“Of course I like you,” Suguru says and leans forward to rest his head on Satoru’s shoulder. “You’re my favourite stray.”
“I’m not a stray,” Satoru bristles and it makes Suguru laugh so hard that he almost falls off the bed.
“Sure you’re not,” he easily agrees, which only seems to anger Satoru more because his eyes blaze almost electric blue.
“I’m not! Take that back!”
“Or what?” Suguru asks, and yelps when Satoru tackles him into the bed, fingers dancing over Suguru’s sides, tickling him until he can barely breathe.
“Okay, okay, you win, you win! You’re not a stray!” he eventually manages to cry out and immediately Satoru ceases his attack, flopping down on top of Suguru with a satisfied look.
“Better,” he decides and Suguru can’t help but to get his fingers back into Satoru’s hair, pushing his bangs out of his face.
“You’re still my favourite, though,” Suguru softly admits, because Satoru is his favourite everything and isn’t that a terrifying thought.
“You’re my favourite, too,” Satoru solemnly gives back and rubs his cheek against Suguru’s chest. “My very favourite of all,” Satoru adds in a mumble and for a moment Suguru finds it hard to breathe but for different reasons than just a few minutes before.
They stay like this until they fall asleep and Satoru is insufferable the next morning when he stresses again and again that he didn’t brush his teeth.
Suguru wouldn’t have it any other way.
~*~*~
Suguru wakes up with a start when something falls in from his window. It’s the middle of the night so it’s too dark to see anything and Suguru fumbles with the lamp at the bedside table for too long.
By the time he finally manages to get some light, who- or whatever just tumbled into his room has already moved, he could hear it.
His heart is beating so fast he fears it’s going to beat right out of his chest and he wonders if maybe Satoru was right. Maybe he shouldn’t have kept his window open at all times.
“Suguru, don’t switch on the light,” Satoru’s voice suddenly reaches him, strangely muffled and just in that moment Suguru finally manages to switch on the light.
What he sees takes his breath away.
Satoru is propped up against the wall under the window, clutching a hand to his side and he’s covered in a dark substance, glowing and iridescent as if there’s glitter in it.
“Satoru! Are you hurt?” Suguru rushes out and in his haste to get out of bed he almost tangles himself up in his blanket but he manages to get to Satoru’s side without faceplanting into the ground.
“Don’t look, please don’t look,” Satoru chokes out, and he tries to curl up, to make himself as small as possible even as he lets out a pained whimper.
“Satoru, what’s going on?” Suguru whispers, hands hovering unsurely over Satoru’s frame and he still doesn’t understand what he’s seeing.
The black-ish substance is everywhere, and it seems as if it’s getting more the longer Satoru sits on the ground.
“Nothing, nothing, Suguru, please, just go back to bed, I just—I needed a safe space, just for a little while, don’t look at me,” Satoru rambles out as if Suguru could simply get up and go back to bed when Satoru is so obviously hurt.
“Where are you hurt? What is this stuff?” Suguru asks, gently touching Satoru’s shoulder and flinching when the substance there is warm. Dread curls in his stomach. “Satoru, what is that?”
“Please don’t,” Satoru sobs out, curling up even tighter and the movement makes more of the stuff ooze out from somewhere just as Satoru lets out another pained noise.
“Satoru, what happened?” Suguru breathes out, completely helpless as long as Satoru doesn’t talk to him, doesn’t tell him what to do but Satoru stays quiet.
“I’m so sorry, Suguru,” Satoru eventually whispers, and he sounds heartbroken. “I never meant for you to see.”
“See what, Satoru?” Suguru asks, tries for calm and probably fails by a mile because he simply doesn’t understand what’s going on here.
Before Satoru can say something though, voices drift inside through the still open window.
“I saw it go inside there,” a male voice says and a woman laughs in response.
“Perfect. It’s cornered there, time to end this. We already wounded it, we can kill it easily now.”
“No, no, nonononono,��� Satoru whispers, and it feels as if the entire atmosphere of the room shifts. “I won’t allow this,” he goes on, more vehemently but before he can say anything else someone jumps in through the window.
Suguru turns around, positioning himself in front of Satoru, between whoever just came in and Satoru, who is already hurt, but the guy barely spares him a glance.
“There you are, you freak. Thought you could escape us, huh?” the guy sneers and when the woman laughs from right behind Suguru, his head snaps around.
She’s perched on the windowsill, a strange looking weapon in her hand and a cold shiver runs down Suguru’s back.
“Who are you? What do you want? I don’t have anything valuable here,” he tries, even though he suspects they are not here for him.
“Oh, that is indeed right, little human. It’s not valuable at all. It’s barely able to shed this ill-fitting form, and yet it will still bring us at least a little bit of money. You really picked the runt of whatever litter kicked it out,” the woman conversationally says and Suguru doesn’t understand a single thing she’s saying.
“But since you’re here, we’ll get rid of you, too, no worries,” the guy chimes in again and suddenly there’s an immense pressure from behind Suguru before an inhuman voice fills the room.
“You will not touch him!”
Suguru’s head flies around but his mind cannot comprehend what he’s seeing. There’s this—Satoru shaped entity behind him, emitting an eerie white glow, bleeding black galaxies from various cuts all over its body, its face—or what Suguru thinks must be its face—almost split in half by a yawning abyss that must be its mouth and there are eyes appearing all over its face and—they are blue.
These eyes are the same colour as Satoru’s and Suguru dumbly falls on his ass.
“Satoru?” he whispers out, momentarily forgetting the threat in the room and when one eye snaps towards him he knows that it’s Satoru.
He would know that gaze anywhere.
Satoru lets out a shriek that is so high Suguru’s teeth ache before he spills forward, there’s no other word for it. It’s as if he’s no longer solid, no longer compressed into a steady form, but he’s everything, everywhere.
The man lets out a surprised yell and tries to get his weapon up but Satoru is on him before he makes it and then there’s only Satoru.
The man is gone.
“Fucking shit,” the woman hisses out but instead of fleeing like she maybe should she jumps into the room, aiming her weapon at Suguru and even in this state, Suguru can tell that this is a monumentally bad idea.
Satoru intercepts her before she gets even close to Suguru.
“Didn’t know you had it in you,” she gets out, voice strangled by Satoru’s part that currently holding on to her and it’s the last thing she says before there’s a horrible crunching sound and her body goes lifeless in Satoru’s grip before she, too, disappears into the swirling mass that is Satoru right now.
Suguru swallows heavily.
“Satoru?” he carefully asks, because he’s not sure if Satoru is still aware like this or if he’s going to be the next to disappear and he jerks when Satoru’s eyes suddenly appear on what Suguru thought was the back of his head.
Satoru makes a noise, no longer so high that it hurts, but this one is more inquiring, worried.
Suguru gives him a shaky smile.
“I’m not hurt,” he promises him because of course Satoru would think about himself last. “Satoru, I—” Suguru starts, reaching out for Satoru, who jerks back and then his entire form shudders before he presses himself into something more humanoid.
He doesn’t quite manage his normal human form; there’s a spare eye on his left cheek, right under his normal one and his mouth is still endless and black, and the various cuts all over him are still emitting that dark substance which—
“Satoru, is that your blood? Holy shit, you’re bleeding so much, don’t move!” Suguru rushes out and then turns around on his heels to dart to the bathroom where he keeps his first aid kit.
He’s back in less than a minute but it feels like ages before he drops back down next to Satoru.
“I don’t know what’s going to help, so I’m just going to bandage them, okay, I’ll clean them and then I’ll bandage them, please don’t die on me, Satoru,” he mutters, his hands shaking so much he can barely get the bandages out of the kit.
He’s so scared Satoru is going to leave him.
“I’m sorry,” Satoru finally says, his voice back to normal though still a little rough around the edges and Suguru frowns at him.
“For what?”
“You don’t have to do this,” Satoru whispers and gently pushes Suguru’s hands down when he wants to clean a cut on Satoru’s shoulder. “I’ll leave. You don’t have to worry about anything. I won’t come back. You’ll be safe.”
Suguru drops his hands in his lap, his mind suddenly empty and his heart aching.
“You’ll leave?” he mutters and Satoru can’t meet his gaze when he nods.
“I’m sorry you had to see this. I’m not—I’m not going to kill you, Suguru, you—fuck—you don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“Afraid of you?” Suguru breathes out. “Satoru, I’m afraid for you. You’re bleeding so much, surely that can’t be good?”
Satoru blinks at that, all three eyes of his doing that slow, confused blinking Satoru usually does and then all the cuts on him heal up.
“You can heal yourself,” Suguru whispers in wonder and reaches out with a shaking hand to smooth his fingers over the now unblemished skin on Satoru’s shoulder.
“I’ll leave. For what it’s worth, I really am sorry, Suguru,” Satoru says as he gets up and Suguru shoots up with him.
“Will you stop!” he yells out and that finally gets Satoru to look at him. “I don’t want you to leave so will you stop staying that! Just—come here,” he gets out and roughly pulls Satoru into a hug. “I thought we would die. I thought they would kill us,” he says, voice shaky and he thinks maybe the adrenaline is fading now because Suguru feels shaky all over.
“Who were these people?”
“Suguru, stop. It’s okay. You don’t have to—it’s okay. Let go of me, you’re shaking,” Satoru says and it finally clicks for Suguru.
Satoru thinks he’s shaking because he’s afraid of him, afraid of what he is, of what he did.
That couldn’t be further from the truth though.
“Satoru, I’m shaking because you were seriously injured. I am shaking because these people broke into my apartment, trying to kill you. I am shaking because I thought I would lose you, so will you please just stop this nonsense and let me hold you until I stop shaking?” he hisses out, tightening his arms around Satoru.
“Suguru, I—I’m not human,” Satoru shakily says and Suguru huffs out an annoyed breath.
“Goddamit, if you can’t even give me a minute then at least let me sit down,” he decides and takes Satoru’s hand in his, threading their fingers together and pulling him towards the bed where he heavily sits down.
Satoru follows him but he doesn’t sit and his fingers are slack.
“I don’t care,” Suguru says and looks up at Satoru. “Whatever you are, I don’t care. You’re Satoru. You’re my favourite. It doesn’t matter what you are.”
“I lied to you.”
“Yeah, well, it seems like a bit of a heavy conversation starter,” Suguru snarks at him and he spots the little tick at the corner of Satoru’s mouth.
“I killed two people.”
“Who tried to kill you and me first, I’d say that’s warranted. They called you an ‘it’. What’s up with that?”
“They are—hunters, I’d guess. My kind can be dissected once killed. The parts sell for huge amounts of money.”
“Fucking hell,” Suguru mutters and pulls on Satoru’s hand until he gets with the program and sits next to Suguru. “Don’t leave, Satoru, not now, not ever. Just don’t.”
“You’re not even a little scared?” Satoru asks and he sounds so painfully surprised by that that Suguru wants to weep.
“I’m not,” he promises, brushing his thumb right under where the extra eye sits. “I love your eyes. I don’t mind seeing more of them.”
“Oh, fuck,” Satoru mutters and just like that the eye vanishes.
“You’re listening to me just as well as you always do,” Suguru says with a roll of his eyes because that sure as hell was not what he wanted. “That woman,” he then starts, “she said you couldn’t change. But you did change into something.”
“I couldn’t before. A few changed attributes here and there was all I could do. I never managed the complete form.”
“Why now?”
“They were aiming for you,” Satoru simply says, as if that’s explanation enough and maybe it is.
Maybe that’s the only answer that matters.
“I’m not afraid, because no matter what, it’s you. It’s still you. I could never be afraid of you.”
For once, Satoru seems to understand what Suguru really means because he leans in and brushes a fleeting kiss over his lips. It’s not enough—nothing with Satoru will ever be enough—and so Suguru pulls him in for a real kiss.
Satoru’s mouth is still too dark to be human, the abyss-like quality still there, but Satoru tastes sweet, just like Suguru expected and he reciprocates the kiss with a desperation that takes Suguru’s breath away.
“I’m here,” he whispers when they part, says the words right against Satoru’s lips. “I love you.”
It makes Satoru sob, makes him hide his face away in the crook of Suguru’s neck, but he still hears the whispered “I love you, too. Thank you for not hating me” loud and clear and it almost tears his heart apart to hear it.
“Let’s sleep, okay? We can talk more tomorrow, but right now I think I’d like to simply hold you and sleep.”
Suguru’s hand is already back in Satoru’s hair and at this point he might have to admit that it’s his favourite thing to do, carding his fingers through Satoru’s starlight hair over and over again.
“’kay,” Satoru agrees, sounding about as beat as Suguru feels and Suguru doesn’t care about his stained closes or the fact that he most likely did not brush his teeth, so he simply tumbles them into bed, tucks Satoru close until it feels more like they are one entity than two different beings and he’s asleep almost instantly.
He’ll have a lot of questions in the morning, but for now, it’s more than enough that he has Satoru right in his arms where he belongs.
And he’s not going to let him go.
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yuesya · 5 months ago
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Would Sato-Shiki ever get b u f f if they had to fight Sukuna?
Oh, is this a reference to the surprisingly buff Gojo we saw in canon after his stint in the Prison Realm?
... Probably not, but as in the Twin Cannons AU, we might see eldritch abomination Sato-Shiki instead.
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goldenhydreigon47 · 2 months ago
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Name any characters you know that could be faced with a creature that should have them running away or cowering in fear (or which could at least finish them off with one bite), but instead engages it — maybe even beats it — in an impromptu Staring Contest.
For more context, Picture the scene: The Hero has been cornered by the villain. The Sealed Evil in a Can is about to be unleashed, probably in the form of an Eldritch Abomination. The villain is locking the hero in a Cool Gate to Another Dimension with no chance of return. The Gladiator Games have commenced and it's one unarmed, wounded person against a whole pride of hungry lions. There's nothing anyone can do. There's no backup, no escape, no Big Damn Heroes. All is lost. The world is undone. The lions are going to eat good tonight.
And in the other corner, we see The Hero, alone and defenseless, seconds away from complete and utter doom, standing with his eyes fixed directly on what's going to kill them. They stare straight ahead, unaffected, unafraid; at the hungry lions, at the Evil Overlord, even at that hideous, incomprehensible, inhuman THING.
The seconds tick by. The forces of evil start to squirm a little bit. The lions don't move in for the kill. The villain stops his insane cackling. The Eldritch Abomination stops. It... HESITATES.
The hero, through sheer badassery, has intimidated something which had an infinitely superior advantage over them by merely staring at it… Unflinching.
Akuma
Kazuma Kiryu
Sakura Ogami
Nekomaru Nidai
GUNDHAM TANAKA
Gonta Gokuhara
Any Jojo before Part 4
DIO
Yoshikagae Kira
Diavolo
Yujiro Hanma
Ryu
Ken
Zangief
M. Bison
Balrog
Ryomen Sukuna
Satoru Gojo
Itadori Yuji
Chun Li
Mewtwo
Hydreigon
Vegeta
Goku
Frieza
Broly (either version but preferrably Z Broly)
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saintshigaraki · 9 months ago
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eldritch abomination wearing human skin!gojo..................hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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idkbruvok · 2 months ago
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Name any characters you know that could be faced with a creature that should have them running away or cowering in fear (or which could at least finish them off with one bite), but instead engages it — maybe even beats it — in an impromptu Staring Contest.
For more context, Picture the scene: The Hero has been cornered by the villain. The Sealed Evil in a Can is about to be unleashed, probably in the form of an Eldritch Abomination. The villain is locking the hero in a Cool Gate to Another Dimension with no chance of return. The Gladiator Games have commenced and it's one unarmed, wounded person against a whole pride of hungry lions. There's nothing anyone can do. There's no backup, no escape, no Big Damn Heroes. All is lost. The world is undone. The lions are going to eat good tonight.
And in the other corner, we see The Hero, alone and defenseless, seconds away from complete and utter doom, standing with his eyes fixed directly on what's going to kill them. They stare straight ahead, unaffected, unafraid; at the hungry lions, at the Evil Overlord, even at that hideous, incomprehensible, inhuman THING.
The seconds tick by. The forces of evil start to squirm a little bit. The lions don't move in for the kill. The villain stops his insane cackling. The Eldritch Abomination stops. It... HESITATES.
The hero, through sheer badassery, has intimidated something which had an infinitely superior advantage over them by merely staring at it… Unflinching.
Makoto Yuki Aoi Todo (This man feels no fear. He's built different.) Sonic Son Goku Satoru Gojo (Only because of his god complex, and how sure he is that he'd win.) Frisk Undertale
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neonscandal · 2 years ago
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Manga With Me: JJK Crackpot Theories (But Maybe Not) Rapid Fire Edition
I have had a lot of thoughts lately without any time to properly articulate them so let’s start the new year off with a shotgun blast of my least founded hot takes because, why not? Some of them might have some context clues but others might just be ideas I know I’ll never use for fanfics so, now, we all have to suffer. Enjoy my “What Ifs” and weigh in with your own. 👇🏾
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⚠️ Spoiler warning: as these are rapid fire takes, covers info through current chapter of 209 and JJK0.
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Nobara isn’t dead, Megumi was just paying Yuji back with his vagueness.
I just think it would be such an unhinged turn of events for Nobara to be largely okay but Megumi played the long game because how dare Yuji go along with Gojo’s half baked plan and force him to feel things for a sustained period of time?? Like, no real benefit to the plot in concealing her status except as a prank. I feel like Akutami would totally pull something like that too just for the sake of trolling. But if she came back as a critical plot point!? Even better, she deserved more shine. We also haven't seen a satisfying end to Nobara's need to reunite with Saori so I won't confirm her death until it's conveyed explicitly.
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We haven't seen the best side of Miwa
I maintain the Akutami has been pretty good about tying in even the slightest of details (okay bit of dickriding here, I know). I've written about the fact that Miwa may not have such humble origins but I believe the last time we saw Miwa sets her up for a big awakening as well. The Tokyo and Kyoto schools differ in many ways as the latter tends to toe the more traditional line in agreement with the reigning jujutsu elders. Yaga, an indicator of the Tokyo school's tendency toward progressiveness, was considered odd with his cursed puppets and this eccentricity is foundational to those who work and attend the Tokyo school.
During Yuta's introduction, Maki makes it a point to mention that the weak always gather in packs, sorcerers and curses. We see countless times that Kyoto school executes as a pack, whether that is during the Goodwill Event or even when going after Kenjaku!Geto. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Gojo presses his students to go on missions appropriate for sorcerers of his caliber unsupervised. Where the elders and Kyoto seem to be intent on pacification and predictable power scaling, Tokyo is home to those the established order would consider abominations and would rather see gone. Those too weird (Yuji, Panda, Maki, the third years, I believe even Inumaki is a bit of an outcast) or those too powerful to control (Gojo, Yuta). So, the last time we saw little old Miwa... why was she alone? Because her powered up debut is loading. ✨
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Megumi will be the one to exorcise Sukuna.
This is perhaps the rawest of theories considering. But Megumi’s technique requires him to summon and effectively exorcise a different animal curse in order to successfully wield it. We saw the eldritch horror he summoned as a final “fuck you” before Sukuna intervened and saved him (seriously, what was that?). So what if Megumi, in the end has the power to exorcise and wield Sukuna (a la Rika to Yuta)? Like... is this the best case scenario to save our sunshine boy, Yuji? This theory is held together by silly string but I am going to stake it on the fact that we were given the hopeless backstory of Gojo and Geto as how things had gone wrong. As the reader, should we not expect that that new iteration of this dynamic would prove to be more victorious? I'm just holding out hope. *weeps in Itafushi*
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Megumi is an integral piece of the future of jujutsu and emotional damage is in the forecast
In many ways, this is already apparent. Gojo, following Toji's last directive, plucked Megumi and Tsumiki from their lives alone knowing the value of Megumi's technique and birthright. In cultivating Megumi's talent, we find out that centuries ago their ancestors were powerful enough to fight one another and we already know Gojo is OP. Megumi, unsure of himself and still developing will be a force to be reckoned with. We've seen it in glimpses already. This potential is something that Sukuna also covets which speaks volumes. We've seen with Gojo’s origin story (and Spider-Man) that great power leads to great responsibility. End game, I believe Megumi will be tasked with exorcising or killing Yuji out of necessity. But, if things in the box go horrendously wrong, I also think he'll be responsible for putting Gojo down. Hell, it might simply come down to a painful choice between Yuji and Gojo and we’ve already seen that Megumi trends toward Yuji’s preservation. I won’t say current events put a decision between Yuji or Tsumiki but 👀
Worse, I fear there will be a reckoning when he realizes he didn't have the full story behind what went down between Gojo and Toji. Either way, Gojo has cast Megumi as his equal and so has Akutami. Historically, this has ended tragically and Gojo's heart would simply be torn asunder to be undone by his own beloved protege.
Toji isn’t actually as much of a piece of shit.
This isn’t actually a plot development. I think we, as the readers, are meant to contextualize a few things to comprehend what may come to light about him. 1. He named Megumi “blessing” which leads me to believe that, while he was demonstrably awful, Megumi’s birth could have been a turning point. Tbh I think something happened to Megumi’s mom (well before Toji met Tsumiki’s mom) which sent him back down the spiral of being a degenerate and ultimately selling off his kid. I wonder how much the elders may have had to do with her death. Whether those be the Zenin or Jujutsu elders is really up in the air. 2. Akutami, in interviews, implied that Gojo wasn’t really a monogamous person in that they couldn’t see him settling down with one woman. Mind you, they then slowly reveal the deeper connection to Geto which fills in some gaps to what I'm considering a deliberate misdirection. So I’m wondering if the implication about Toji being a broke ass bum, while valid, has additional context yet to be seen.
Yuji hasn't seen the last of Yuko Ozawa
Again, this is a raw ass theory considering, I can't even lie and call it half baked. But wouldn't it be crazy if Yuko makes it to the end fight, perhaps similarly motivated as Kurusu with some cursed entity within her seeking Sukuna's head but she'll retain an affinity toward Yuji or something? Like why introduce her and that precious history with Yuji if she's not going to boomerang back into the story? Even if all she'll be is sentimental cannon fodder (I'm looking at you Junpei).
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bloody-bee-tea · 9 months ago
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The Six Eyes
Suguru had hoped he and Satoru were good after exchanging gifts on Valentine’s day. Had thought so, really, because Satoru had a gift for him too, and he accepted Suguru’s and surely, that must mean something, right?
In Suguru’s world it at least means that nothing much will change, except that maybe they start holding hands and—if he’s really lucky—kiss on top of that too additionally to their already very touchy relationship.
He did not expect Satoru to evade him as if his life depends on it.
At first, Suguru thinks nothing of it. They are both busy these days, mission after mission piling up as if they are machines and not humans, or teenage boys at that. It’s only natural that they don’t see each other as much anymore.
But then things become strange.
Satoru doesn’t drop by his room after missions anymore. He stops crawling into Suguru’s bed in the middle of the night. He turns around on his heels when he sees Suguru coming and just yesterday Satoru honest to the gods teleported straight out of the kitchen when Suguru set foot into it.
Something is definitely wrong here and it’s affecting Suguru more than he really likes to admit.
It’s affecting him enough that he goes to Shoko, with the explicit intent to talk about his feelings for Satoru, which he would normally not even think of, no matter how close he and Shoko are.
“I am not liking that look,” Shoko greets him with when he sets foot into her office and Suguru slumps down in a chair.
“Something’s wrong,” he mutters and Shoko immediately snaps to attention, clearly believing that it’s a medical issue.
“Did a curse get to you? What’s the symptoms?”
“It’s nothing like that,” Suguru tries to reassure her. “It’s just—I think I fucked up somehow with Satoru.”
A beat of silence.
“I can’t cure love sickness, if that’s what you’re asking,” Shoko then says, completely deadpan and Suguru drops his head on her table.
“I don’t want you to, not really. I just—he’s avoiding me.”
“Okay, that’s unusual,” Shoko admits, sitting down across from Suguru. “What happened before?”
Suguru takes a deep breath.
“We exchanged Valentine’s gifts,” he admits and Shoko whistles lowly.
“Good for you. Took you long enough,” she then says. “Gojo had something for you as well, I gather?”
“He did,” Suguru agrees, which makes this even more puzzling in his opinion.
If Satoru simply didn’t have anything for him, or if he’d outright refused Suguru’s gift, then his strangeness right now might make sense, kind of. But he had accepted Suguru’s gift, seemingly excited about it, too, and he in turn had given Suguru something of his own.
“And now he’s ghosting you?” Shoko wants to know and Suguru presses his head even harder into the table.
“He teleported out on me when I went to the kitchen. He saw me and then—poof. He was gone.”
“That—does indeed sound as if he’s ghosting you, what the hell,” Shoko mutters and awkwardly pets Suguru’s head. “Let me guess, he didn’t talk to you at all.”
“Of course not,” Suguru gives back. “And he’s not giving me the change to talk to him, either. He doesn’t come by anymore and when he sees me he practically bolts. I don’t know how to fix it.”
“What are you going to do if he admits that exchanging gifts was a mistake on his part?” Shoko asks him and just the thought nearly makes Suguru cry but then again—
“If it means he talks to me again, if we can go back to how we were before, I don’t even mind,” Suguru lowly admits. “I just—I miss him. He doesn’t come by at all anymore and I miss his stupid obnoxious personality and his touchiness and his immature jokes.”
“Oh dear,” Shoko mumbles under her breath. “You really got it bad, huh?”
“I do,” Suguru groans out. “What am I going to do?”
“I’d say talk to him,” Shoko slowly says, “but with how he’s ghosting you, that could be difficult.”
“You don’t say,” Suguru bitterly mumbles because if Satoru doesn’t even stay long enough to tell Suguru to fuck off, how are they ever going to clear this up?
“Have you tried avoiding him?” Shoko suggests and Suguru frowns. He even lifts his head so she can see it.
“What would that accomplish?”
“I mean, sure, he’s avoiding you. But you’re clearly not avoiding him. Maybe that’s the solution. Next time you almost run into him, try to leave first.”
“That—sounds so stupid.”
“So it sounds just like Satoru,” Shoko immediately replies. “If it doesn’t work, you can come back here for more awesome advise.”
“If this doesn’t work, your advise wasn’t awesome in the first place,” Suguru argues but he thinks it might be worth a try.
Satoru likes doing a whole lot of shit, from being annoying to outright mean, but he hates it when people do the same to him, so it might work.
If Suguru is lucky.
“Fine, I’ll try it,” he eventually relents and Shoko pats his head again.
“Good boy,” she mockingly says and Suguru bats her hand away.
“Gross,” he decides but still gives her a smile. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome, I guess,” she replies. “Just a heads up though, if things do work out, I am not here to listen to any sickening details of your relationship. And I will use force to make you stop, if I have to.”
“You should tell that to Satoru,” Suguru grumbles, because if anyone is going to pester Shoko with details that should probably stay private, it’s not going to be Suguru.
“I will, too, no worries.”
“Fair then,” Suguru decides and heaves himself up. “I’ll go ignore Satoru now.”
He doesn’t like the thought; he already misses him as is and deliberately ignoring him makes Suguru’s stomach churn with unease.
He really did grow way too accustom to Satoru’s constant presence. It’s probably not a good thing to miss him this much, after just a few days, but it’s not as if Suguru can change it.
“Good luck with that,” Shoko cheerily says and gives him a thumbs up.
Suguru is probably going to need it, too.
~*~*~
It’s kind of easy, to turn the tables on Satoru. Suguru always had incredibly good reflexes and so it’s easy for him to catch sight of a white mop of hair and immediately turn around to change directions. He can’t quite teleport out of a room when he enters it and finds Satoru in there but he can walk out on him again and he knows he wins the rounds when he doesn’t hear the tell-tale pop of Satoru’s teleportation.
It takes Satoru two days to fold.
Suguru is lounging on his bed, trying to catch up on his reading even though his mind keeps straying to Satoru, when the door flies open and Satoru steps in.
Suguru does not smile in victory.
“Satoru,” he mildly greets him, not even turning his eyes away from the book, even though everything in him screams to do so.
Suguru hasn’t gotten a good look at Satoru in what feels like ages.
“You’re avoiding me,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru finally looks at him, one eyebrow raised.
“You avoided me first,” Suguru gives back and watches how Satoru slumps where he stands, nervously tapping his fingers against his thigh.
“I—you know, that wasn’t—fine,” he finally snaps out. “I did.”
Suguru knew, of course he knew, but still, the admission makes his heart drop to his stomach.
“Why?” he whispers out and Satoru looks everywhere but him.
The first time Suguru met Satoru he thought it creepy and uncanny, to have that strange blue-eyed gaze fixed upon him, but now he misses it something fierce.
He wishes he could make Satoru look at him again.
“I didn’t say everything I wanted to when I gave you that chocolate, because I chickened out,” Satoru confesses, his voice barely audible in the room. “There was something else.”
“Like what?” Suguru asks, finally putting his book down and giving Satoru his entire attention, even going so far as to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Like—I mean—there is this—you know?” Satoru rambles out, waving a hand around, clearly unable to put whatever it is into words, and Suguru’s mind is running wild.
And he’s only coming up with one thing.
Satoru didn’t want to give the chocolate to Suguru.
It makes him feel vaguely sick, but he tries his best not to let it show.
“I know,” he whispers out, praying that his voice doesn’t break over the words.
Of course Satoru wouldn’t want to give the chocolate to him, it was kind of delusional of Suguru to even believe so in the first place.
“Oh, that’s really good,” Satoru sighs out, his entire frame relaxing before he tenses up again. “Actually, it’s not. You can’t know. You don’t know. What do you know?”
The rapid fire words would make Suguru smile normally, but he’s too busy keeping a straight face imagining Satoru giving his chocolate to someone else and it takes everything Suguru has not to break down over that.
“You didn’t mean to give your chocolate to me. It was just—you panicked, right? I caught you off guard, but yours was meant for someone else. I should have known,” Suguru whispers and drags a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”
“What?” Satoru blurts out. “No, Suguru, that’s not—I got you dark chocolate. Do you know anyone else who enjoys that stupid, bitter stuff? That was definitely for you, I promise!”
It’s true, Satoru had given him Suguru’s preferred chocolate, so maybe he’s telling the truth.
Still, that doesn’t explain why Satoru would ignore him afterwards.
“I don’t get it then,” Suguru admits and even though he’s still confused as hell, he does breathe a little bit easier, knowing that Satoru did indeed intent to give the chocolate to him.
“Yeah, I know,” Satoru sighs out and crouches down where he stands, tucking his long legs against his chest and hiding his face in his knees. “It’s just—you’re going to be so grossed out,” he mutters. “I guess I didn’t want you turning away from me over it, so I didn’t say even though I intended to do it. But you’re turning away from me anyway, so what does it matter, really.”
“Okay, first of all, you were the one ignoring me,” Suguru corrects him. “I couldn’t even talk to you to get an explanation, so I had to do something to make you come to me. It was Shoko’s idea, really.”
“Of course it was,” Satoru mumbles with a small laugh.
“And second, I’m not going to turn away from you, not for anything. You could like, I don’t know, turn into a curse, and I wouldn’t. So don’t worry about it, Satoru.”
Satoru freezes for a moment before he lets out a desperate little laugh.
“You’re not that far off, you know,” he admits, and instantly Suguru goes cold with panic.
“You’re turning into a curse? How? What happened? How are you feeling?”
Suguru gets up from the bed so he can kneel in front of Satoru, his hands hovering over his shoulders, afraid to touch because he doesn’t know if it might cause Satoru some pain.
“Satoru, talk to me,” he urges him on when Satoru stays quiet for too long and when Satoru finally does lift his head to look at him his expression is so grave that for a second Suguru fears he’s dying.
“The Six Eyes,” Satoru starts and promptly avoids his eyes again.
“Is something wrong with them? Are they hurting you?”
Suguru knows that they cause Satoru no small amount of discomfort, providing him with much more information than he can handle and being incredibly sensitive to light to boot, but Satoru never mentioned that they outright hurt him.
“No, it’s—fuck, why is this so goddamn hard,” Satoru harshly says, pressing his face into his knees again.
Since it doesn’t seem as if he’s dying or in any amount of pain right now, Suguru finally reaches out for him and pulls Satoru into his chest. Satoru tips forward easily, resting against Suguru as if that is where he belongs, and if Suguru had anything to say about it, it would be like that.
But he doesn’t get to decide that for the both of them and clearly whatever it is, it’s something that has Satoru think Suguru will turn away from him over it.
“I’m here, Satoru,” Suguru promises him, voice low and insistent. “I’m not going to leave you, no matter what.”
“Yeah, you say that now,” Satoru bitterly mumbles and then he pulls away from Suguru again. “It’s not a figure of speech, the Six Eyes,” he finally says and then pulls up his shirt.
Suguru’s eyes drop down immediately, roaming over the planes of Satoru’s stomach and while a small part of his brain is definitely losing it over the sight, most of his brain is trying to process the fact that there’s a blue eye at the side of Satoru’s stomach.
When Satoru blinks, the eye does as well.
“Uhm,” Suguru very eloquently says and Satoru drops his shirt.
“I literally have Six Eyes,” Satoru admits, his face turned away from Suguru. “Two obviously stay right where they are supposed to be but the other four,” he cuts off with a shrug. “It’s a surprise every morning, where they end up. They are ever shifting, ever changing positions and it’s—I know it’s freaky. I don’t blame you if you want nothing to do with any of that.”
“Is that why you sometimes wear a turtleneck, even when it’s stupid hot out?” is the first thing out of Suguru’s mouth, because he had wondered about that.
Even more so than the face that Satoru never changed with him in the room and adamantly refused to go to the community showers together.
“One of them likes to show up on my neck,” Satoru confirms with a nod. “It’s fine when they are on my torso or legs, but sometimes they show up on my arms or neck.”
“And once on your face, right?” Suguru asks, thinking back to the time Satoru wore a mask the entire day. He claimed he felt sick, but he hadn’t sounded like it at all and now it starts to make sense.
“It showed up right here,” Satoru says and taps his cheek. “Stupid fucking thing.”
“And you think—what? I’m going to run away screaming from you now?” Suguru asks, done processing the fact that his boyfriend might be a bit more freaky than the average person but then again, Suguru already knew that from the start.
“It’s disturbing, isn’t it? Disgusting even.”
“Satoru, I swallow curses on a daily basis. This,” he gestures at Satoru’s stomach, “doesn’t even really make the cut for me.” Suguru briefly presses his lips together. “Besides, I always thought your eyes are extraordinarily pretty. I don’t mind having four more of them to look at.”
“More like having four more of them look at you,” Satoru corrects him before the words seem to finally hit him. “You don’t mind?”
“Of course I don’t,” Suguru is quick to reassure him.
“I’m told my eyes are freaky. My normal ones. It’s not like anyone knows about the other four.”
“Your eyes are beautiful,” Suguru replies, because to him, they are. They might be all-seeing and unsettling with their unusual colour but Suguru only ever found them gorgeous.
“Are you—just saying that to, I don’t know, get into my pants, or whatever?” Satoru wants to know as if he and Suguru didn’t exchange chocolates with the explicit intent of being boyfriends.
“I am saying that because I’m in love with you and I honestly don’t care. I like you how you are. And honestly, if anything could turn me off, it would be your horrid personality, but even that I am helplessly endeared by, so I doubt there’s anything you could reveal to me that would do the trick.”
It’s only half a joke, because Suguru does love all of Satoru, bratty personality included.
“You—seriously?” Satoru asks, clearly unsure about it and Suguru leans forward to rest their foreheads together.
“Seriously. I don’t mind, not at all.”
“Oh,” Satoru breathes out and his posture finally loses all of its tension. “That’s good. That’s great even. I’m in love with you, too.”
“Good,” Suguru whispers and presses a kiss to the corner of Satoru’s mouth. “Can I see the other ones?”
“Suguru!” Satoru almost yells out. “You just want to see me naked, you pervert!”
“I actually just want to do this,” he presses a kiss over each of Satoru’s visible eyes, “to all of your eyes. They are too pretty to not be cherished.”
“You’re such a freak,” Satoru gets out, though his voice sounds strangled. “You really don’t care?”
“I really, honestly don’t care,” Suguru reassures him.
“Fine,” Satoru says after a short moment. “You can start with the one on my stomach, then.”
“Gladly,” Suguru immediately agrees, but instead of doing that, he pulls Satoru in for a real kiss.
“That’s not my stomach,” Satoru complaints when they part but there’s a pretty blush on his face.
“No, but your mouth is very pretty, too,” Suguru says with a smile and kisses Satoru again.
He’s going to do that a lot, now that he can.
“Mh, I know,” Satoru hums out, his lips brushing against Suguru’s. “Yours, too.”
For that, Suguru has to kiss him once more and then he does it again, simply because he’s allowed to.
It takes them a while to get to the eye on Satoru’s stomach, but Suguru doesn’t mind, because he wants to be thorough with this.
It wouldn’t do to let Satoru think that he isn’t pretty or loved and Suguru is going to kiss that knowledge right into Satoru at every opportunity he gets. He’ll make his way to the Six Eyes eventually.
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