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[yxxharte]

What if Suguru Geto had gone to therapy?

Suguru heals.

His daughter doesn’t.

A Sukuna x Reader fic focuses on Suguru Geto’s trauma recovery on the possible consequence of his action as someone who was labeled a criminal under Jujutsu Law for the murder of his parents and a whole village.

It’s slow-burn devastation about inherited trauma and a morally complicated dynamic with Sukuna.

The fic will include a transcription of Suguru Geto’s therapy files and a first pov that shifts to third pov in the recent chapters of his adopted daughter.

The fic contains Power imbalance ,Moral Ambiguity , Dark contents and Mention of Mental Health

‘I heard her say my words’ on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65752210/chapters/169333585

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65752210

[yxxharte]

Lately, everything feels off—and I don’t know why.

Lately, I’ve been asking myself why everything feels so strange. Nothing particularly weird has been happening to me or around me. It’s not the exciting kind of weird, like walls talking or paranormal things occurring. It’s more like a quiet kind of weird—like everything is normal, but somehow it still feels off.

I used to be the kind of person who saw the good in things, or the good in people. If something bad happened, I’d try to see it as a lesson, something I could learn from so I could do better next time. I also used to feel emotions—nervousness, excitement, sadness. I can’t really remember the last time I truly felt happiness, but I used to laugh when I found something funny. Like when something silly popped up on my phone.

But recently, I just... don’t feel. Even laughter feels fake. Or it doesn’t last long. I’ll laugh at something, but deep inside, it feels so hollow.

If I try to describe it, it feels like there’s a huge hole inside my chest. I know my stomach is still there, because sometimes it hurts. The only sensations I really notice anymore are physical ones—like the pain in my temples. It’s that dull ache you feel near the back of your head when you start paying attention to it.

Talking to people feels distant too. It’s always felt a little like that, but lately, I’m more aware of it. I look at my family members and I just see people. Not even “my family”—just people. Even my own dad. And sometimes, when I feel guilty for not feeling anything toward them, I imagine how I’d react if they died. Of course I’d be sad, I tell myself. That’s normal, right? That’s how I’m supposed to feel.

I used to dream big. The idea of being on top of the world excited me—it made me feel something. When things were hard, I’d remind myself to take baby steps. I’d visualize it like one of those pictures of stairs, where each step leads to your dream. But now, when I look at those stairs, I just walk away. I don’t even care about the stairs anymore.

I don’t care about anything.

[yxxharte]

Priest OC - jjk world angst

 Father Eli Sans grew up in Marquette Town. His family owned a local restaurant located next to the town's only church. Both his mother and father loved cooking and serving food, making their restaurant the go-to place for the townspeople. Their passion for cooking extended to the food itself, making it almost a tradition to visit their restaurant after Sunday mass.

Eli, the youngest of three siblings, helped his parents alongside his two brothers. He didn’t see it as a job or a family business, but rather as a way to bond with his family. Although sometimes he felt lazy, especially when his brothers made him do hard labor, like carrying sacks of potatoes from the shed to the kitchen or carrying large, boiling pots at the age of 16, he never complained.

At 17, Eli started admiring the mayor’s daughter, Ava. Ava was beautiful, two years older than him, and he saw her almost every day. He couldn’t remember when he first started liking her, but maybe it was when the mayor would attend mass on Sundays and have lunch at their restaurant with his family, or when his older brother had a group project and decided to do it at the restaurant one Friday afternoon, with Ava being part of the group. Eli would glance at her while pretending to clean tables or mop the floor, unable to take his eyes off her. He knew she was the most beautiful girl in their town.

Ava was also very smart. She took after her father, a true leader. Eli was mesmerized when, during the town festival, the youth were in charge of one of the events, and Ava was leading it. Eli helped out, not just because he wanted to be part of the community, but because he wanted to be near Ava and talk to her. He liked to tell his mother and brothers that it was because he wanted to be active in the community whenever they teased him about Ava. They knew the truth. It was obvious in the way Eli looked at her—with pure adoration.

When his mother noticed the way Eli gazed at Ava whenever the mayor would dine at their restaurant, she made sure Eli would take their order and serve them. His father didn’t care, as long as Eli didn’t mess up the order or act too nervous, but it was always obvious. His nervousness gave him away. He would slap himself to gather his thoughts before entering the kitchen, and his mother would just laugh at him. His brother would shake his head, calling him a chicken and telling him to just talk to her. Eli would reply, "How could I, with her father right there?"

One summer, Eli decided to court Ava. He tried so hard to build up the courage. It took him two years, but Ava eventually accepted. They started spending more time together. Eli felt like he was in heaven. He thanked God every morning and night, promising to protect Ava, love her, and give her everything he had. They went on walks, had picnics, and spent afternoons together before Ava left for college in the city. He felt sad, but he knew he couldn’t stop her from pursuing her dreams. He wanted Ava to be free to do whatever she desired. He wanted her to be happy. And he was willing to wait for her. He even planned to follow her to the city and attend college there.

While Ava was at college, they communicated through letters, never missing a chance to write to each other, even though both were busy. They would see each other during holidays when Ava returned. But in their second year of being together, Ava stopped writing.

Eli received an acceptance letter to the same college where Ava went. He planned to surprise her, but he never got the chance.

Ava was pregnant by another man. Eli couldn’t bring himself to ask for the details. The truth was too painful, but no matter how much it hurt, he could never bring himself to hate her. His love for Ava was too deep, too pure. He wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. The love he felt for her was selfless.

At 21, Eli began manifesting his cursed technique. Though it came late, his power grew rapidly, and within just six months, he became one of the strongest Grade 1 sorcerers. He worked as a full-time sorcerer for six years, facing battle after battle, each one dedicated to Ava’s safety. Over time, he came to accept the reality of his situation and let go of any hope for a second chance with her. He found peace in the love he still had for her, and when the time came, he decided to retire and return to his hometown to become a priest.

Every Sunday, the love of his life would attend mass with her children, and Eli would watch from the altar, heart heavy with memories of a love he could never fully let go of.

Though he had retired from his previous life, curses still lurked in his town and the surrounding areas. So, he took on the role of the main sorcerer for his town and neighboring villages, dedicating his efforts to protecting his family, his brother’s children, his neighbors, and even Ava’s husband and kids. His sense of duty now extended to ensuring the safety of those he loved, even if they couldn’t fully understand the depth of his sacrifice.