Mr. lovermen

He hated him, no- wait, he loved him. No… it was hatred right? The only thing it could be is hatred, there was no room for love in Suguru Geto’s heart. He had one goal in mind, rid the world of none-jujitsu sorcerers to create the perfect world, only filled with jujitsu sorcerers.

But why… Why did He keep coming to mind? His face, his beautiful blue eyes that looked like a million oceans in one, or maybe just one ocean in a million of them. His soft slightly pink lips that would glisten in the sunlight, that hair…that hair that looked like snow, snow that couldn’t be tampered by anything or anyone.

Why… Why did He keep popping into his mind? They parted ways a long time ago, but Geto remembered his beauty like it was a reflex, he remembered his laugh, his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he got excited, the way he would stutter on his words when he spoke too fast, his charming and arrogant attitude.

God… how he remembered it all, the good, the bad, the terrible, the joy… there was so much joy, how Geto wished to go back to those simple days, where he would kill curses with his best friend…his one and only.

But somehow…it all fell down in the worst ways, where did it all begin? Was it back then when Riko had died? Or was it always there? This feeling of chaos beneath the surface just waiting to come out?

Geto didn’t care honestly, it didn't matter where it started or where it ended, it wouldn’t matter now since he was on the verge of sweet, sweet death.

He was bleeding out, being defeated by Yuta okkotsu, his plan was ruined and to make matters worse his arm hurted like the flames of hell, maybe this is what he deserved? A death as painful, but somehow beautiful as this…

And of course when he wouldn’t have wanted him to see him at his lowest He comes, looking…beautiful… as always.

Geto knew his time was short but he still had so much to say to Gojo, but he wouldn’t be able to say it all, no way he would, so all he managed was a half-hearted smile and said.

“I’m a jackass, aren’t I Satoru?”

“Sadly you're the biggest one I know.”

Geto could only chuckle, it was a sad chuckle, one that never fully reached his eyes.

“So are you here to kill me?”

“What else am I here for?”

Yes, what else would Satoru be here for, if not to kill him? Did he find himself hoping Gojo was here for an entirely different reason? Nonsense, what utter nonsense, and yet… for nonsense Geto hoped- no he pleaded for it to be real.

“You really know how to cause havoc in just a few days Geto, that’s why your so dangerous to be kept alive”

“I’m just one of many Gojo, there are many curse users out there like me, and their hatred could be much more than mine, to them… I could possibly be a little ant waiting to be squashed”

He laughed off, but he could see the frown on Gojo’s face, oh how his heart ached so, this feeling he felt, was so much worse than death.

“Kill me.”

He said flatly.

“Just do it now so I won't have to see your horrible expression again.”

Gojo bent down in front of him, looking him in the eyes, the look on his face made Geto’s breath hitch, what the hell was that look for? It was like he was saying a million words without speaking, it made Geto want to choke him.

“You're more cruel than me Satoru… you were always cruel. I just knew how to tame the monster inside of you, well…please get on with it, kill me and continue on with your life.”

But Geto didn’t expect what came next, Gojo… hugged him? Of all things he could’ve done he… hugged him? It was that damned charming attitude he had, just like how Geto knew how to tame the monster inside him, he knew exactly how to tame the demon that could eat him alive and leave nothing else.

“I’m sorry… that I couldn’t save you.”

His words cut Geto off guard, why… Why was he saying sorry? Why… why?!

“I wish I had noticed it sooner… the way you were feeling back then, I blame myself, you were the only person I couldn’t save… and I hate it, I hate it all”

Satoru’s grip tightened around Geto.

“I hate myself for being so absorbed in my own shit I never noticed you, or anyone to be exact.”

He pulled away, smiling softly at Geto, it was a small, sad smile. Filled with regret and agony, and maybe even longing, long for what? Geto could think of many things, one of them being a happy ending for the both of them. But he knew happy endings only happened in dreams, not nightmares.

Satoru placed a comforting hand on Geto’s cheek, and for some reason it made Geto’s heart race faster than he expected, hell- even wanted.

“I will always love you, Suguru Geto… will forever be my one and only.”

His words hitted Geto’s heart like stones being thrown at him, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn’t let it show, he masked it with a grin, tilting his head to the side.

“Just kill me already stupid, the pain is starting to be unbearable”

But he wasn’t talking about the pain in his arm, it was the pain in his heart, in his soul, how it slowly started to eat him, the only feeling there was left to feel was guilt and regret. He didn’t know where the regret came from, maybe things could have played out differently if things changed in the past, but it is over now.

‘Just kill me Gojo, do it before I start wishing to live’ Geto thought, staring at Gojo as the beautiful man finally stood up and stared down at him, his stare wasn’t filled with hatred, no. It was filled with forgiveness, what an idiot Satoru Gojo was.

“Goodbye… Suguru”

“Goodbye… Satoru.”