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Satoru fucked up.
He doesn’t need Suguru’s demeaning look and the sighs that he does merely to annoy him, nor does he need Shoko’s frankness to rub salt in his wounded heart. Or maybe he does, for it his own fault his heart is bleeding pounds of blood. In his defense, though, he has the best intentions! He may be (admittedly) a jerk, yet he wouldn’t dare hurt his Yuuji’s feelings. He would rather pluck out his own eyes—which he should have done the moment he hurt his boyfriend with his words months ago.
Yuuji is not the confrontational type of a lover. He has a long patience—which should be obvious given that he’s dating the Gojo clan heir. Those would have been great qualities if Satoru does not loathe it because now, his dear Yuuji is ghosting him instead of shouting at his face! His messages are inboxed, his calls unanswered. It has only been one night after their… Disagreement, still he feels as though there is a knife lodged in between his lungs. Honestly, he would take anything but this. Every second feels like a year and he is determined to put an end to his suffering.
He has to get Yuuji back.
MONDAY
First things first, Satoru has to list the events in chronological order.
Staying up all night made him realize the tension that he did not notice seeing as he was too high up in the clouds with his big, big head. He knows, God, he knows how much he messed up simply for overlooking Yuuji’s concern. He remembers thinking the pinkhead was making such a big deal on a simple matter—he actually thinks he still is, but he lacks what his lover has. What is simple for him is important to the other, and he wants to rip his hair out for only thinking about that right now when he is on the verge of divorce with Yuuji!
How about him? How about the kids! He truly will not survive a week without his dear Yuuji!
Good thing he has the resources to earn his lovely boyfriend’s forgiveness, starting with a certain dark-haired sorcerer. One who’s close with the pinkhead and also the one who the Gojo clan fostered. It’s none other than–
“Megumi-kun!”
Satoru sees the way Megumi tensed up with the mere mention of his own name. How could he even become a strong sorcerer if a simple action such as that spooked him? Meh, it’s not his problem. His only concern is Yuuji, of course!
“What do you want, Gojo-senpai?”
Well, he would ignore the infuriatingly loud inhale the sea-urchin personified shikigami user did for his own well-being. Seriously? Would he really have to live his life with two Geto Sugurus? No thanks! He would like to return the order! It’s another conversation if it’s two Yuujis, though.
“Straight to the point as usual, Megumi-kun. That’s why I like talking to you. You’re logical and straight to the point. That would–”
Megumi raises a brow. “No need to suck my ass, Gojo. I’m not telling you where Itadori is no matter what you do.”
Satoru’s brow twitches. “See? Straight to the point,” he grits out before schooling his facial expression into a friendly one. “Well, you see, I cannot allow you to keep Yuuji-kun from me. I don’t like it when I’m quite possessive after all. You wouldn’t want to know what I do to people who—”
It happened so fast that he did not even register the pain until he was on his knees grasping his temple. He feels liquid leaking down to the side of his face—no doubt bleeding from where he was hit. It doesn’t take a genius to know the suspect and frankly, he doesn’t need to think who because the culprit, as proud as she is, bends down to his eye level.
“Oh? What is this? I thought I hit a moth,” Nobara places a hand on her left hip. “But it’s just you,” she leans down, her eyes blank and soulless as she raises her hammer. “A pest. I can’t have a pest littering around, can I? What should I do?” She leans in, her menacing aura spreading across the room.
Satoru does not fear. He lived all his life knowing and proving time to time that he is the strongest man alive. He singlehandedly changed the world’s shift by his mere existence alone. He is someone on par with a God, a mortal God as some would call him. Still, there were a handful of times he was genuinely surprised or taken aback—for one, the anomaly that is the sorcerer killer. Suguru’s cursed technique and stamina that almost matched his in comparison surprised him too. And Yuuji… His mere existence was a thinkpiece. He can tell at first glance, with his six eyes, that Yuuji is someone carefully crafted to perfection with his natural physical prowess and unlimited potential. Satoru knew the pinkhead would play a critical role in the Jujutsu society. What he does not expect is for the same junior to have such a critical role in his life as well.
Yet, at that moment, he fears for his life. Nobara is someone who could do damage even from a distance. Her technique is something unique and has only been passed down from a small family up north who liked to keep within themselves.
She truly is a stingy woman, constantly bossing the other second years around—probably the type to force her way too. Satoru even wonders what Yuuji sees in her, but then he’s reminded that sorcerers would either form a bond thicker than blood or nothing at all. Nobara Kugisaki is daring, granted that she is currently threatening him with her hammer, and one of the many who swore to their life to protect Yuuji Itadori even if she will not outright say it.
He’s grateful, really. Her intention is pure—deeply appreciated, too. Still, it is annoying that they’re still keeping Yuuji away from him.
“If you can,” Satoru answers, mouth lifting up to a mirthless smirk. “But I don’t think you can, so why don’t you put down your toy and answer me? Where is Yuuji?”
“Like hell I would!”
“Huh? You’re really testing me?”
“Don’t threaten my friends, Gojo-san.”
Satoru turns faster than lightspeed. He can tell by the way his neck slightly aches at the sudden movement. He is met by the sight of Yuuji Itadori. His lips lift into a smile, euphoria slowly filling his body at the mere presence of his lover, and he does not even have it in himself to deny it like he usually does. Yuuji is here, in front of him, breathing and alive after almost a day of no communication.
“Yuuji-kun!” He cries. He throws himself forward with his arms open, ready to hold and contain the personified sunshine. He would then hold him forever, safe from the corrupted ways of the world. His insides tingle at the thought. That’s right. He’s the strongest; he will protect Yuuji from any harm.
His Yuuji, however, steps back. Oh.
Satoru’s lips part in surprise. Never in the years they have known together does Yuuji look that apprehensive around him, even when the first time they met! Suddenly, it feels like the steps they took together don’t matter anymore and they are back at the beginning—one where they are more than strangers but less than acquaintances. There is a sharp pain forming inside his chest, getting bigger and bigger as the seconds pass.
He wouldn’t have this! He’s never letting him go!
He steps forward, ignoring the pain in his chest increasing with each step and cower the pinkhead makes. The pain gets too hard to ignore that Satoru settled with only looking at his lover, currently making himself small behind Megumi. He gulps down the bitter taste of jealousy building on his tongue.
“I missed you,” he says, icy eyes locking onto hazel orbs. How he wishes he didn’t notice the dimmed light that used to blind anyone within vicinity. “I—”
“I think you should go, Gojo-san,” Yuuji says.
It feels like a hole was punched through his chest. No, he was stabbed from his neck down to his right liver. His throat dries and the words he rehearsed earlier jumble. If one is to ask what they would do if a loved one told them they should go, how would they react? What would they say in this situation? What would they do? Because Satoru Gojo, for once in his life, is speechless. He does not even blink. He stays rooted on his spot, looking longingly at the retreating form of the three.
If it wasn’t for Suguru’s slap, Satoru would’ve stayed on the spot until he collapsed. He blinks awake from his trance, the image of the three long gone.
“Suguru,” he calls.
“Hm?”
“I’m the strongest.”
“Yes… And?”
“I’m gonna win Yuuji-kun back.”
“How?”
Satoru smirks. “A master does not tell his secrets.”
Beside him, Suguru makes a face as he mutters definitely not encouraging words.