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[takahas]

Regrets - suguru geto

-> suguru's life flashes before him and reminisces the time he had with you.

It is the summer of Japan 2009, when suguru geto decides to leave jujutsu high.

He meets with shoko, who's taking a puff out of her cigarette as per usual, when he's already been branded as a traitor.

She treated him the same, as if he didn't just massacre a whole village and became a curse user, burst out shocked when he revealed his plans to her.

He was glad that shoko, his dear friend, met him with open arms, didn't question anything he didn't feel open to answer, she let him take his time. That was all that he could wish for.

Even his one and only best friend, satoru gojo, as much as he didn't want to, he did. He tried to talk to satoru face to face, tried to memorise the vulnerable look on satoru's face, his bright blue eyes and his shape jaw. He memorised satoru's kind and friendly expression that he knew the next time they met would end up cold and menacing. Although, he couldn't face satoru the whole time, he couldn't bear to (because he knew he regret his choices immediately)

He knew by leaving satoru like that he would be devastated, would feel as if geto had just torn his limbs off one by one and that almost made geto think twice.

But he knew, knew that he had to try, had to give it a chance and for once even if he had to leave everything behind and start anew, so he placed what he wanted above what satoru or you wanted or what anyone wanted in general.

And that's why he refused to say anything to you.

Days before he made his decision, he flinched away from your touches, refused to look at you in the eye during your usual sparings, refused to hold you. He saw it, the hurt flash in your eyes when he moved his hand back, your hand helplessly dangling in the air.

And that one time when he had been walking to his room back from practice, he had heard sniffles coming from your room. He knew, he knew it was him that caused you the pain. He knew everything.

He had wanted to barge in and hug you tight like he always did, when he uttered that he was never going to leave you deep in the nights when the both of you were huddled together under his blankets, clothes that were once worn now thrown onto the floor, the musky smell of sex feeling the air.

He squeezed you tighter and hugged you closer. Even when if he felt the discomfort of skin sticking to skin, the only thing he had on his mind was how much he loved you, how much he had wanted to stay by your side, how much he had just wanted to be yours in a normal life, not as jujutsu sorcerers.

And curse him for thinking this way as he covered haibara's dead body with nanami slumped in the corner, arm covering his eyes as he blamed himself for the boy's death. And that's when it had hit him that no, not in this life.

So he refused to let himself sink deeper in your warmth, refused to second think his choice, refused to see your lips spreading apart as you whispered to him how much you loved him, refused to see the tears spilling on your face (he knew he would cave in and kiss those tears away), refused to see you, feel you.

And that might be one of the things geto regrets as he sits slumping against the wall, right after his battle with the jujutsu high students.

He hears satoru's footsteps getting heavier and finally pausing, hearing satoru crouch down to face him. He tilts his head just a tiny bit, wincing at the pain that shoots through over that tiny action.

If satoru yelled at him, hit him, or even cursed him, he would have felt better, would have felt that everything he chose to do was worth it.

But as satoru gently smiled at him, eyes softening as he spoke to suguru, everything that he did hit him like a wave.

And suddenly, the only thing he could think about was you.

On nights when he felt lost, on nights when he debated going back, turning himself in, he would think of you.

He would think of how much he missed waking up to you, of your giggles, of the way you would have a habit of bitting the lips that he loved to kiss, of the way you would scrunch your eyebrows at satoru as you hid your smile, and of the way you would stare up at him with eyes full of love, as if no one compared to him and the only thing in your mind was suguru geto.

He had wanted to marry you, grow old with you, have kids with you, wake up by your side every day and hear the soft tone you always had that he could never get tired of whenever you called him 'suguru' (he could already tell from the warm pit in his stomach that you would be the death of him)

And suddenly, geto wishes he had bid you goodbye, that he had seen you one last time before he closes his eyes forever.

He smiles sourly to himself and resigns to his fate, until he hears familiar soft padding of footsteps.

He recognises those footsteps as ones that he had heard countless of times during his youth. The sounds continued on and grew increasingly louder until they were directly in front of him and black pristine shoes came into his view.

As you crouched down, the shoes were replaced with the image of your face, your hair having grown from last time and your features having been more accentuated than the last time he had seen you. He thinks you're ethereal and fuck, he wishes that he had chosen to stay behind instead.

You who he had avoided, you who he left without a proper goodbye, you who only smiled softly with him, the same softness and fondness still there, love and sadness filling your eyes.

Your palm rested against the side of his face, thumb stroking his cheek and geto leans in to enjoy the familiar warmth.

Although more matured and older, you're the same as he remembers.

He thinks maybe, if just maybe, what if he had pushed away his thoughts, what if he gave in to the warmth you were so willing to share, what if he gave in to the sweet morning kisses, what if he gave in to you.

He would have been in a different situation, probably having his legs tangled up with yours under the sheets right now, you staring up at him with that sweet smile of yours and love shining in your eyes.

But he realises, even with regrets, he has things he doesn't.

And so as he drifts off, he echoes in his mind :

In the next life, I promise, when we're normal humans, I'll find you and I won't let you go.

Thanks for reading !! My first post on tumblr😭😭 still trying to figure out some of the writng settings in the meantime, enjoy this slight angst :>

~A

[maiiruo]

cursed.

love is the most twisted curse of them all. it consumes you, destroys your morals until you feel nothing but anguish. my love for suguru pained me so much i no longer feel the peace i had with him. the village where he left his button that forced him into my life, the button i carry out of my infatuation but hate for him. his voice that ceased to escape my mind; he spoke my name as if a breath of oxygen from his lungs, as if he knew nothing of the heinous crimes i carried. he was the amalgamation of the light spring breeze, a breeze i haven't felt since the last time i saw him smile at me.

i watched him, not even being offered a last look at his soft glance. my voice refused to expose itself, barely managing to make out the words, "suguru, explain yourself." god, how i wanted to say so much more. i could have changed for him, right? would it be different if i told him i would? he no longer spoke my name as a breath, but in a tone of annoyance i had never heard before. he was beginning to hate me. my yearning that i selfishly hoped he felt too turned out to be unrequited. i was an abandoned dog chasing after its owner to no avail.

internally, i begged. i begged for him to turn around, to return the look he gave me back then, to call my name just once— "are you the strongest because you're satoru gojo? or are you satoru gojo because you're the strongest?" my mind was blank. he was now looking at me, but in a completely different manner. my throat blocked up, i opened my mouth only for no noise to escape. he turned back, walking at such a slow pace as if he knew i wouldn't have it in me. my hands arranged themselves to form hollow purple, yet appeared deformed pointed at him. suguru, my first friend, my first love, my enemy. he was right; i didn't have it in me. despite every muscle in my body telling me— no, screaming at me to complete this godforsaken routine, my soul said otherwise. in one way, my mind told me this would destroy everything, yet my heart was almost nauseatingly selfish. i would rather have him kill and destroy hundreds of innocent non-sorcerers than watch him die at my hand, my choice.

love truly is the most twisted curse of them all.

don't steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[y3ager]

[12:20] “will there ever be a time you let me be there for you?”

“i’m not sure what you’re trying to insinuate.”

“you can’t play stupid with me, kento.” you gently dab at your split brow with the gauze provided to you by shoko, who just walked out to retrieve more supplies. you wince and pull the tissue away, watching as blood quickly seeps through it. holding it back up to the wound, you look over at nanami. he wasn’t necessarily beat within an inch of his life, but it’s obvious he took on more of the damage from the curse. there’s a tear in the shoulder of his suit, and a few cuts running angrily across his exposed legs. his normally perfectly coiffed golden hair is disheveled, strands going this way and that. a bruise is beginning to form on his cheek, ugly and yellow-ish green against his pale skin. “i could’ve handled that curse just fine, i could’ve helped you.”

“as your superior-” here comes this speech.

“whoa, by three months,” you interject bitterly. “i was in your class.” the gauze has stemmed the bleeding for now. you toss the soiled material into a metal wastebasket with a loud thunk that cuts through the sterility of the room.

“i still have an obligation to protect you,” nanami insists firmly. he shifts a little on the table to properly look at you, and you notice the wince that runs through his body. the hiss that slides through his teeth. he hurts. “it’s not a matter of your ability or your strength, but it’s something i must do as a man. i won’t lose anyone else. i-” there’s a clenched fist, a tight inhale. “i can’t.”

a heavy silence falls over the sterile room, somehow making it even colder. the same thought, the same face runs through your minds.

“i don’t want to lose you either.”

there’s no official label as to what you two are. it’s something deeper than colleagues, friends, former classmates. that’s made obvious by the longing glances, the hours spent together that feel like mere minutes. unspoken acts of devotion, love, because him calling you his and you calling him your own would seal a fate you two can’t bear to suffer, as is the trend in jujutsu society.

“so,” you continue, your eyes fixing onto his. “next time, i will step in. i’m not letting you shoulder another burden yourself again.”

a small smile tugs at nanami’s lips, and his brown eyes soften. it looks years of tenseness, stress slowly, gently, just barely attempt to melt away from his features. “it’s funny, when you try to look serious.”

“i mean it!” you cry. “i’m being so serious, kento, really. come on. if you have no one, you have me.” suddenly you grasp his hand, the one not marred by scratches and nicks. “i promise.”

he looks down at your hands, how his envelopes yours, how your skin looks against his. his eyes stare into yours.

“thank you.”

*smth cute n quick 4 da girlz gn 😴

[siriuslysatorusimping]

i saw this video on tiktok and im sorry if i suffer u suffer with me.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJGPcvMt/

but after the geto scene i imagined rinko there eating with him 😭😭

Hi sweet Anon 😊

OH GOSH 😭

It LITERALLY BLOWS MY MIND that people think of Rinko just randomly when they see JJK stuff now and you guys have no idea how happy it makes me. It makes my heart do a lil jump every single time someone sends an ask like this. And when people kept saying they'd half expected to see Rinko in the fucking Shibuya Arc TRAILER?? You guys make my day so, so often and I wanted you all to know 🥺💕

On another note, YES. I can totally see her popping up at the very end and bumping her shoulder against his! OR, after Geto disappears, SHE forms in his place and gives Gojo a lil smile! Because in Another Level, that's essentially what she's done! She has filled the void left behind by Geto without even realizing it 😊 I will also link the tiktok below for people to see

Thank you so much for sending this!💕

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If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 :)

[runningonthreecoffees]

jjk characters and letting you go

They wouldn’t stop you from leaving. They would leave their back to you, as you walked away and for good. They are logical, they reason with themself. They know you weren’t happy, and love you so much they’d rather see you happier with someone else than slowly breaking with them. They only ask their friends for small updates once in a while. They know they could never move on, and they never do. 

Suguru Getou, Nanami Kenti, Fushiguro Megumi, Zenin Maki

It is so, so hard for them to let you walk away. They’re facing the direction you’re walking away from. Their arm is outreached, trembling with intense pain they’ve never felt before. The words “don’t go” are on the tip of their tongue, but deep inside they know you’ve been hurting for a while. They couldn’t stop you from find happiness. Slowly, their arm backs down, and they let themselves mourn the relationship they had. Eventually, they move on, maybe years from now. 

Itadori Yuuji, Inumaki Toge, Okkatsu Yuuta

They would be silent and cold, not wanting your last image to be of them breaking down. They would not want to hear from you again, not wanting your future happiness to be rubbed on their faces. Their friends would forever know that the subject of you was forbidden, for they never truly move on.

Gojo Satoru, Kugisaku Nobara 

They don’t let you go lol, good luck you’re stuck with them.

Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Toji

[21-grms]

... letting his eyes drift through the tinted car window while the van comes to life, there’s exhaustion and resignation in the mix. Shifting his weight, his knee sends unpleasant shivers down his back.

He can still hear it snap, right there, on loop within his soul.