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    i just love killugon too much. Like, it hurts my heart. I want a relationship like theirs so bad. But since I can't find a relationship like theirs, i'll stick to writing them

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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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    30 Jul 2026

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    Dusk comes down like a held breath and Geto Suguru chooses a different edge. The village lives. The phone call goes to Shoko, not Satoru. He walks away shaking and, for the first time since the Star Plasma Vessel, goes home—where soup tastes like metal, where his mother’s hand finds the old circle at his temple, where he realizes the work is turning him into a blade he can’t survive being.

    Back at Jujutsu Tech, Gojo Satoru opens an unlocked door and finds a room that’s wrong in the smallest ways. His Six Eyes catalog the absence; his body sleeps only when it smells like Suguru’s shampoo. Shoko prescribes seventy-two hours and triage honesty. Satoru leaves a dozen voicemails; Suguru sends one text: I’m safe. We’ll talk later.

    It feels like a promise and a goodbye all at once. They break the way stars do—far apart, still burning toward the same dark.
    When they finally touch, it isn’t an explosion, it’s a soft, practiced yes.

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    18 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 39

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    Satoru Gojo had been nothing more than a name until he suddenly joined the program in third year. It would take Suguru some time to understand those eyes that watched him so often, and the unspeakable echoes

    of times long past

    Satoru is tied to things far beyond you and me, Yaga had told him.

    Because stars, like heroes, destroy themselves, Suguru perhaps should have thought twice.

     
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    Satoru has secrets, and Suguru regrets discovering everything.

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    14 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    The first time Suguru says, “I need to tell you something,” Satoru takes his hands and says, “Okay. Tell me everything.”

    Years later, after remission, relapse, surgery, chemo, silence, and a house too large for the two people left inside it, Satoru says the same words back.

    What follows is not forgiveness. Not yet.

    It is the long work of repair.

    ORRRR

    Suguru had cancer. Satoru was mean.

    It's more complicated than that. It's always more complicated than that.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    “Satoru?” The word rings, fuzzy in his ears as it whines like tinnitus, familiar and heart stopping.

    ‘I’m dead.’ He can’t even hear his own thoughts over the loudness of the world, staggering where he stands, eyes still fixated on the sky, on the sun. ‘I’m dead, I died, I felt my heart stop, this can’t be, it can’t-’

    “Hey,” it comes again, a little more urgent than before, a little closer, another hammer to his ears and all the noise shrieking behind his eyes. He recoils hard enough to go stumbling as a hand reaches for him, covered in flesh rather than empty bone, tan and recognizable. Unbelievable.

    There’s something wet trickling from his nose. Bile stings on the back of his tongue. The words dissolve into the rest of the white noise as he stares up at the blue of the sky, and tries to remember if he’d ever had a hallucination as bright as this.

    ‘I have to be dead,’ he thinks. Somehow, he isn’t.

    Or: Gojo Satoru goes back in time. He makes a couple of changes for the better.

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    28 Feb 2026