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    Honestly, Satoru wouldn't say it's hard at all to be flatmates with another alpha. He and Suguru are totally breezing through it!
    Unless, of course, you count the time Satoru walked in on Suguru masturbating. Or all the times Satoru has jerked off since then, fantasising about taking Suguru's cock. Or the bathroom incident (as he's taken to calling it, because even in Satoru’s own head he’s not thick-faced enough to call it ‘the cum eating incident’), but Satoru won't talk about that one because he doesn't have a humiliation kink.
    (He kind of does)

    Alternative title: How Gojo Satoru Bitched Himself (Without Even Realising)

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Stalking: verb ( /ˈstɔː.kɪŋ/ ) : to harass or persecute (someone) with unwanted and obsessive attention
    Supermassive black hole: "the largest type of black hole [...] that nothing, not even light, can escape."

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    "It’s only so I can get to know him a bit better, Satoru thinks as he scrolls through Suguru’s instagram, all the way back to 2013 when the account was created. It’s only to build up courage before I talk to him, he tells himself as he memorises Suguru’s schedule to make sure he always knows where Suguru is during the day. It’s just to make sure he gets home safely, he promises himself as he gets on the same train as Suguru one afternoon."

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    25 Jun 2026

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    “Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.

    Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”

    That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?

    “Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”

    Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.

    “All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”

    Satoru did not believe him.

    Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Suguru dead-eyes him across the table.

    “Please listen to me, man.” Satoru says.

    “No.” Suguru responds in that long suffering way that means he’s going to listen to Satoru but he’s gonna be pissy about it first. “It’s, fucking, 7AM.” Suguru adds. Suguru is not a morning person. It’s why Satoru went and bought the fancy coffee Suguru likes and breakfast sandwiches and red bean buns. He had to go to the bakery across town to get those.

    “It’s so important.” Satoru tells him.

    “Your opening gambit at 7-fucking-AM was ‘say I’ve gotten into anal play lately, why do I leak cum before I cum?’” Suguru says with a glare.

    “Yeah.” Satoru says.

    Suguru glares even harder.

    “Well, you could answer me at least.” Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

    “I hope you fall off a bridge and die.” Suguru tells him, but he’s unwrapping a breakfast sandwich and pulling the lid off one of the cups of coffee, so.

    “I hope you do too.” Satoru says amicably, taking a seat. He pushes some napkins toward Suguru and switches out the breakfast sandwich. Suguru likes the ones with avocado better. “So why do I?”

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    10 Jun 2026

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    Which is how Geto Suguru—introduced with a capital G for don’t call me Suguru—beat him there.

    On principle, Satoru refused to call him Geto. That’s clearly what he wanted. So he went with Suguru. Predictably, Suguru started calling him Satoru. It was mutual pettiness. Then it became a habit. Then it lost its edge entirely.

    But that first meeting?

    He hated Suguru and his “smug” bangs. Suguru hated Satoru and his “handmade” haircut.

    Oh, and Suguru smelled really, really good.

    Or: Satoru dreams of his first-year at Jujutsu High with Suguru and Shoko, torturing himself again with memories of how their relationship grew, untouched by secondary genders even then. The next day, after skipping a dose of suppressants, he calls an old friend, an old wound, maybe even an old lover, to fuck it out of him.

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    08 Jun 2026