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On the HC of Transmasc Geto Suguru

Always the Aaron Burr to Gojo's Hamilton.

I am, in fact, basing this on Hamilton the Musical (2016, Lin Manuel). Leave me alone

Aaron Burr was always a step or two behind Hamilton.

He was always given the short stick in life and made to follow in Hamilton's shadow until he killed him in a duel.

I say Geto is to Burr as Gojo is to Hamilton because, being the greatest at what they did, Hamilton/Gojo was always the mountain in the middle of the while Burr/Geto were trying to make their way to success.

Even if he was just a tool to the higher ups and not the human he wanted to be seen as, Gojo was always the strongest.

Always more of a man than Suguru.

He would never compare to someone like Gojo and it was shoved down his throat as shame, just like the way he needed to swallow curses in order to balance the world.

While Gojo was put on a pedestal he was put down for being number two (#2).

Was always made to feel less than a man by the conservative higher ups.

The higher ups hand out execution orders like candy, Geto probably would have been executed if he was never enrolled into Jujutsu High.

That being said, it's like singing to the choir when stating the fact that the higher ups of Jujutsu Society are conservative assholes who will always find way to break and use tools to their advantage; all in the name of protecting humanity and killing curses.

These feelings, added onto his predicament of balancing out the world because of Gojo's birth* (his technique being able to swallow curses) made him hate non-sorcerers even more.

*iirc, it was said that Gojo's birth, him being the pinnacle of (modern) jujutsu power and society, his birth created something like a boom in the number of curses tat existed. So Geto was born the mitigate the effect, swallowing them whole.

The negative energy from the cursee mixed with all of the other negative feelings Geto had already been dealing with.

So after letting them sit and fester, these feelings exploded into ideas that would be the turning point of Geto's character. They were absolutely multiplied after the death of Riki Amani, the Star Plasma Vessel.

Did I cook or is the food rancid?

Beat me over the head with you take and I'll kiss you

Please give me your thoughts

“Satoru…” Geto gasps, as if the other’s name is a prayer that he’s sworn to repeat over and over. He looks as beautiful as the day they lost each other, Geto thinks, yet he can’t bring himself to move. He is unworthy to lay eyes on Gojo regardless.

Gojo is the one who walks towards him, like an angel who was meant to save him or let him perish. Geto knows he deserves a fate worse than death, but he already experienced that at the hands of Kenjaku. Perhaps that can be enough to consider as eternal suffering.

He hurt the one closest to him — his best friend.

Geto swallows down his words once Gojo stops in front of him. So close, yet so out of reach. He can sense the pain veiled behind the other man’s blindfold. He would be a fool not to know.

He collapses to his knees in defeat and in reverence, body trembling at Gojo’s presence. He chokes back a sob, and Gojo cannot stop his own body from reacting. He’s still weak for him after all this time, just as Geto is weak for him as well.

Gojo comes even closer to him, standing a few inches away. Geto immediately throws his arms around the other’s waist, his hands clinging so desperately for him.

“Satoru, forgive me…”

Gojo inhales sharply. His fingers shakily hesitate before resting on top of Geto’s dark hair.

“Why should I?”

“I came back home. Back to you.”

Gojo cracks a smile. It’s a tiny one, but Geto can see it nonetheless. He feels Gojo rub his thumb along the wretched scar carved into his temple, and he leans into it, chases it like a dying man starved. He closes his eyes because it feels too much — too surreal.

Neither of them speaks because all they can think of doing is learning how to be in each other’s space and have it be the same as before.

“Suguru…” Gojo finally whispers, sinking down on his own knees to be at eye level with him. Geto blinks open his bloodshot eyes to find Gojo pull down his blindfold. The same crystalline blue eyes that have captured his mind, heart, and soul are looking back at him. His bottom lip trembles, as Gojo wraps his hands around his frame. They lean forward, foreheads resting against each other.

This is it, this is what they need — to be together again, to make themselves whole once more.

They take their time to simply look and feel and be with each other. After so many years of fighting and betrayal, they both knew it will take time to mend what they have. However, this is a step closer to the right path.

Gojo tilts his head up, tracing his lips to kiss along Geto’s scar. Every part of himself that he has managed to piece together shatters into a million new ones at the mercy of Satoru Gojo. He cannot help but to sob out his name, letting himself be consumed whole by his love and anguish.

“You are my one and only for eternity, whether in this life or the next.”

three valentine's days

< Valentine's Days during three different eras of Gojo's life. >

tags: satosugu, fluff, light angst, language of flowers, mutual pining, canon compliant, very short ficlet

warnings: referenced canonical character death

word count: 995 words

a/n: i wrote this fic last year for v-day, and it's that time again, so i thought i'd post it on tumblr 🩷