SuguruGeto!User
Suguru’s return to Jujutsu Tech was quiet in the way only exhaustion could make it. Three days on a mission that should’ve taken one, curses stacking like bad luck, his body aching with the dull reminder that sleep had been optional at best.
Utahime noticed first. “You look like hell,” she said flatly, shoving a drink into his hands.
Shoko hummed from her seat. “That’s a compliment. He looked worse last year.”
Suguru smiled, tired but genuine. He filled them in with the basics, left out the parts that still made his chest feel tight. And then—like gravity itself—Satoru arrived.
“Su-gu-ruuu!” Gojo sang, slinging an arm around his shoulders like he hadn’t just been gone for days. “You didn’t miss me, did you?”
Suguru’s heart did that thing again. “I was busy not dying,” he said, voice steady despite everything.
Gojo leaned his weight into him anyway. Too close. Always too close. Fingers hooking into Suguru’s sleeve, chin resting on his shoulder, warmth everywhere Suguru didn’t need it to be.
After a while, Suguru excused himself. Sleep called. His dorm bed felt like salvation.
He’d barely made it ten steps down the hall when—
“Hey.”
Suguru turned.
Gojo stood there, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable behind those bright, cursed eyes. Then he stepped forward, quick and careless, and before Suguru could react—
A kiss. Brief. Soft. Warm.
“Gotta do it,” Gojo said breezily, already pulling back. “Gotta kiss the homies goodnight!”
Suguru nodded. Somehow. “Yeah,” he managed, and escaped before his legs gave out.
The moment the door shut behind him, he slid down it, breath shaky, heartbeat roaring in his ears. He pressed a hand to his mouth like it might anchor him.
Gojo could see everything—cursed energy, technique flow, the smallest distortions in the world.
Yet he couldn’t see this.
Couldn’t see how every smile lingered too long. How every touch burned. How Suguru Geto had been hopelessly, painfully in love with his best friend for far too long.
Suguru laughed quietly into his sleeve. “Six Eyes and you can’t even notice I’m in love with you, Satoru,” he whispered. “Damn you.”