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"anaheim" satoru gojo based • open ending

may contain errors, similar content is coincidental.

ps. hi!! i know it's been a long time. this will be my first ever post in 2025, so i hope this hits well </3. i have so much stories in my notes app js sitting there, but i'm too scared it won't do good. also, listen to this with anaheim by niki. / sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift

winter has come already.

but everything feels so heavy. the only thing here heavy is your heart? maybe the only thing cold here is yourself, aching to be in his embrace? or is it the baggage you hold as you enter japan again, and acceptance of everything?

for 6 years, your dreams have always been weird. all your demons look like him. feel like him too.

in dreams, you meet him in warm conversations, but wake in lonely beds. in different cities.

time is taking it’s sweet time to erase him.

winter feels so much colder now.

climate is really confusing, isn’t it? It’s unexpected; you don’t know if the signals are true. but—

— you guess you can correlate climate to a relationship with gojo satoru, yeah?

you really can’t stop seasons changing, just like people.

you and satoru were both far too young to be forced into an arranged marriage. being freshly eighteen, barely out of high school, it hadn’t and wouldn’t be a good time.

so when satoru had the chance to divorce, he signed the paper without blinking.

and when that happened, you decided to go with your parents. to america.

maybe it was because the thought of being in japan haunted you. it haunted you by having all these memories in different places with the ghost who was still in your heart.

now though, years later, you’ve both smartened and become more mature. but sometimes, the thought ponders in both of your minds. what could’ve been if he had said no when he had divorced you? could he have grown to love you? could he have fulfilled the dreams the both of you had?

“do you actually hang out in fishy bars like this when you have time?” the white-haired man asks you, taking the seat next to you.

“… how’d you know where I was? how’d you know i came back here in japan?” you turn to face him, knowing that you could recognize his voice from a mile away. you didn’t even need to look, because you can recognize that voice that would always whisper sweet nothings into your ear. but hence, you take a sip out of your drink.

"i have my ways," he says a little way too soon, taking his sunglasses off. he's still got that little smile on his face, the one that says, 'i know too much'. for a while, he just observed you silently. he’s taking in the sight of you after all these years, trying to compare the you now to the you then. well, the years have been nice to you.

“you aren’t answering my question, though,” he eventually speaks, leaning against the bar. “which is becoming a little suspicious.”

“why do i have to answer, hm? we don’t know each other. we’re just strangers who knew each other’s past,” you remarked, taking another sip out of your drink, tracing small shapes on the table. he notices you still have the attitude of acting fine, but your actions give everything away.

but he knows why you have a wall built. you’re too scared of being vulnerable again to him. he brought you damage and ran away from all the debris he left behind.

“we’re not strangers,” he protests, the statement coming out bitter. be sounds more biting, more serious. a farcry from the satoru you knew.

“we were married,” he says, and his eyes are locked on yours, unflinching, “and we dated. we knew each other's pasts, present, and futures. even if it’s been years, we’re nowhere near strangers.”

“well, we were wrong about our future, were we not?” it feels weird, having to ask so many questions about life. your life. the life you pinned for.

…

and you can clearly make out how his face hardens, his jaw clenched. his hands were gripping the cloth of the table, knuckles white, as he struggles to keep that smile on his face. the carefree smile he once had.

“that’s a cruel thing to say,” he says, his voice still controlled, “but if you’d rather be cruel and cold to me rather than have a conversation, then i won't stop you. you’ve clearly become accustomed to the cold since we last spoke.”

“well, fuck—fine. let’s cut to the chase. so I'm going to ask you once more.”

“Why are you at a place like this?” and what’s going on? why are you in japan again?”

“i needed a drink. and i came back to pick up a few documents,” you say, continuing to be silent, but nevertheless, you still have the guts to look at him, which is surprising, because it hurts to look at him.

he tries to study you for a moment. it’s obvious he’s trying to pick apart your expression, trying to read the emotions on your face. you know he’s always been perceptive, almost scarily so, but there really is a difference between the boy you knew and the man now, staring at you.

“documents for what?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“to move to switzerland,” and you simply reply by telling the truth; after all, what is there to hide anymore?

“… move?” he says suddenly. the news clearly shocks him, and satoru’s face falls from the ‘emotionless’ composure it held mere seconds ago.

“switzerland? you’re moving to europe… ”

it’s as if every thought from that moment on just… stops. nothing goes through his head. he’s speechless.

“yeah. i’ve always wanted to go and live there anyway. it’s always been a dream to.”

“but that's…” he stops short, shaking his head and glancing down, facing the floor.

“that’s far away,” he says, almost as if he’s just now realizing that fact. satoru takes a moment to let it sink in, and when he looks back up at you, that cool, calm persona is gone. all that’s there is a man who can’t fathom the woman he once loved leaving the country.

“why?” you can hear the ever-so-little hint of desperation in his voice. “you can’t just leave.”

he looks at you more intently than he’s looked in quite a while. “what does switzerland have that japan doesn’t?”

“i thought you were just temporarily staying in america too. what happened to that?”

“well, it’s the country we wanted to settle down in. but i'll be the one settling there now,” you say in a quiet tone, avoiding looking at him now. it feels so scary, having to speak to a person who knows… or used to know you so dearly. having to speak to a person who used to memorize every single imperfection about you, the small wrinkles on your forehead, the things you like.

but those words that you said hits the both of you like a ton of bricks. the two of you can still clearly remember the plans you would used to make together. to get a cabin with a garden, surrounded by mountains and snow and wildlife, and to have kids together. his, yours, their own little family, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

he’s completely lost for words for a moment. you’re taking the future that once belonged to the both of you and making it your own.

“you’re making a mistake,” he says, the first words out of his mouth. the way he says it is almost harsh, coming out far more brusque than he’d been intending, but satoru is a little too deep now.

“you should stay here. you’re not going to find anything any better over in europe. you’re just going to—“

“you’re just going to be lonely there, i know it. i know you,” he says, his voice lower now, almost pleading.

the man shakes his head, “there’s no way you’re going to be happy over there. you’d… you’d regret it.”

but how can he say that? He makes you feel so lonely. but yet, his love is the one you used to crave. or still crave…?

“you already make me feel lonely, ‘toru. how do you know that?” you scoff, your eyes starting to become slightly teary.

“i—" he falters, taking a second before he speaks again. “when have i ever let you feel lonely?”

“when you left me, when you said i was too much to handle,” you huff and call the waiter to pay for your drink, starting to get up to leave as you continue to try and hold your tears in.

“i guess you really proved that i wouldn't be a good wife, no? were you so scared that you’d lose your future because i was holding you down?” you laugh bitterly and arrive at the exit of the bar.

“i was too young to handle you,” he remarked suddenly, catching your wrist before you could get away. but he doesn’t pull you back to the seat; he just holds you in place. at this point, he’s desperate to keep you in place, not to let the same mistake happen twice. satoru swallows down the knot in his throat.

“that—“ he starts, and his voice almost sounds pleading, “…that was years ago. we're… we’re not kids anymore.”

he steps closer to you, and you don’t know if you should back up. because you can either embrace the warmth of him again in this cold, winter night—or leave.

you’d give up anything to stop time and stay. beg for a proper reason why he did that. but you aren’t even sure you can commit to him, and not crimes.

but in his head, he’s scared you’re going to disappear. again. after asking multiple friends of yours how you were, or where were you now, how could he lose the chance of you all over again?

“i was wrong for leaving you,” he says, the words coming out shakily. “i am wrong for letting you just walk out of my life… not once, but twice.” his voice takes a softer tone when he speaks next, “don’t leave me again. please don’t leave me again. take me with you.”

“my body, my soul, and my heart are all yours. you have bewitched my whole being, and that alone has become my weakness, (name).”

and now you’re left to wonder, how does one know somewhere is home? because deep in your heart, you know satoru gojo owns your youth.

he is your home. he is the one you want to come home to, when you don’t know where to go.

but are you sure you want to take that path on the way home again?

— fin. (for now)

i know that this isn't bluelock content but i've been more associated with the jjk fandom as of now, so i have more drafts of jjk characters :^ ... but if you guys are fine with that, plz lmk so i can post more frequently <3

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