autumn // satosugu
warning: SATOSUGU ANGST, THATS THE WARNING
I carved my name into your ribcage
How long has it been since Satoru last fell asleep?
He remembers. Every night he’d stare at the empty space on the other side of the bed, his hands reaching to touch nothing but the soft wind that would run from the window. He remembers the arms that used to embrace him on the same bed, the man who'd throw blankets to his shivering body, the heart that wraps him to keep him warm.
He's trying to get used to this. The presence that Suguru left behind. He hates how their polaroids seem to pity him, looking at him like he's lost the meaning of life.
Suguru smiles as he feels Satoru's fingertips on his bare chest, reading the name that he leaves with every brush of his touch.
He plants a kiss on his lover's temple, his eyes slowly closing to feel the comfort of having Satoru next to him.
When Suguru left, not only did he take all of their memories with him, but also a piece of Satoru's soul.
You said, “Don’t fret love. Someday, I'll be my own man, I'll be free.”
Oh, but darling, did you mean free from me?
He couldn't even hate Suguru for what he did.
He can never hate Suguru. In fact, he wants Suguru to make him understand, and that maybe, if he did, then maybe…
Then maybe Suguru is worth twisting his morales for.
How was it so easy for Suguru to let him go?
But here we are, skin and flesh and beating hearts, and I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing wrong
“Are you the strongest because your Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”
Sometimes, he'd think about that day. When the skies were as dead as his soul, when the crowd was as slow as his beating heart, when Suguru looked at him like he meant nothing to him anymore.
Satoru closed his eyes as tears started to form again from his tired eyes, biting his lip to keep the sobs from coming out.
He feels so lost.
What's the worth of having the name Gojo anyway? When he himself can't even be the strongest anymore when he's at closed doors.
Oh but darling, do you see the cuts from which I bleed? It's me you've slain.
The moment Suguru and Satoru lost each other was the closest they got from death.
Everything about what they used to have caused a scar in their own hearts, slowly losing their bloods as they both struggle to breathe without the other.
That's what they are, after all. Black and white. One always exists with the other, always together but always the polar opposites.
But no matter how different they are, they perfectly fit each other like a missing puzzle piece.
But for Suguru, Satoru was the poison he'd become so addicted to, filling his lungs like its water, and he'll suffocate for the love that he's forbidden to have.
And for Satoru, Suguru was everything. The oxygen he breathes, his north star in a moonless night, the keeper of his heart, the promise he wished to keep ‘til the day he dies. Without him, he's nothing but a piece of disregarded shadow of Suguru's past.
I fell for you faster than I fell apart
Satoru didn't even expect it to come into this.
He wants to forget Suguru and let himself move on to be the man that he is, destined for great things, but not Suguru. Never Suguru. But he couldn't escape him, he was the only one he had. His sweetest dream. His bittersweet dream. His one and only.
Satoru's eyes turned red as he raised his hand towards Suguru's back walking away from him, ready to kill him in that instant. His jaw clenched, his fingers shaking in both anger and sorrow, trying to keep himself still. But his hand only ended up forming into a fist as he watched Suguru disappear from the crowd. Away from him, and from his life with him.
For several weeks, even months since Suguru was gone, Satoru finds himself inside the same classroom he used to sit with Suguru. He watched the old Satoru and Suguru who used to laugh in the same seats, their shadows always following each other. Like a movie flashing in his head, silently reaching its end point.
And he'll cry. And cry. And cry another. Because that's all he can do. That's all he's left to do.
How do we stay afloat? When do I let go?
Suguru always thought it was his fault. And ironically, just like Satoru, he was the same mess as him.
It was his choice in the first place. He never regretted it, and yet…
Something was always pulling at his heartstrings everytime he remembered Satoru and everything he left behind. Even if he wanted to come back, Satoru must've hated him now.
And that's the reality he's living now. With the thought that Satoru resented his whole existence ever since he left. That maybe Satoru regretted him now.
However, it's easier for Suguru to live this way, thinking his lover let go of all his love for him, only left with anger and hatred. Even though it hurts him, it was better for Satoru to hate him than love this horrible version of himself that he came to be.
Suguru is scarred, from the very start. He had an ugly soul that contrasts Satoru's, and he didn't want to paint his crystal blue with his dirty ones.
You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed
And I love you but with you, it's heartache I breathe
“Satoru.” Suguru called his lover's name in the most endearing tone that Satoru loved to hear so much. He handed a carton of milk to Satoru, settling down beside him in the middle of the basketball court.
Satoru's eyes shined as Suguru even handed him a chocolate, knowing that Satoru loves sweets so much. “Suguru!” He said his name with so much delight that Suguru wanted to melt.
Suguru is not even a fan of sweets as much as Satoru, but for him, he can probably drown in the thousands of chocolates in the whole world if Satoru asked him to. And that's just how it is for them. Suguru would go to the greatest lengths for Satoru, and Satoru would do just the same.
And it was so hard for Suguru when he was slowly losing it, and he couldn't tell Satoru. His mental breakdown was making it hard for him to look at Satoru anymore because what would he think?
Would he still love him?
You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me
Gojo Satoru never regretted Suguru. Nor did he ever hate him. More so, he hates himself instead for not being there.
He lived for the moments he had with Suguru because that's all he can have. Their story, for Satoru, felt so short-lived, and their distance apart and days without each other felt the most suffocating.
Oh, my love, is this the end for us? Maybe we've had enough
Satoru's always going to look for Suguru's shadow until his eyes grow tired, until he's tired. And Suguru would keep walking away towards the darkness, because as Suguru believes, that's where he belonged, not with his lover.
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I wrote this just because 🥹 I always see that post that said Satoru had several breakdowns when Suguru left, and that behind his blindfold, he was always looking at Suguru's soul (?) or was it shadow? but anyways, i wrote this because i like to suffer.
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sweet sweet boy // inumaki toge
contents: inumaki toge x reader, fluff, inumaki can talk just because
inumaki toge can't help but still be shy around you despite being in a relationship of 2 years. he shows his affections in the most subtle ways, introverted yet sometimes talkative when he's with you, he'd still blush when you compliment his face, and sometimes hides his face on your neck when he gets flustered. and it's one of those days when nobara and yuji just likes to tease him for not being touchy with you when they're around.
“oi, toge! just hold hands with her already!” yuji roared out a laugh, him and nobara shaking each other as they tease the poor boy.
the innocent boy pouted as he hides away in your back, a hint of pink flushing on his cheeks. his fingers held the fabric of your shirt, “yuji…” he complained.
he's like a school boy having a crush for the first time in his life. even though you've been together and known each other for quite some time, he really just can't help it when his friends tells him what to do, when he himself is still getting used to it. you are his first love after all, and he doesn't want to fail you.
nobara giggled, poking toge’s sides, “ahh such a cute couple you two are! i wish i had a boyfriend too!”
it's crazy just to wonder how toge still gets affected by their teasing, pouting and complaining for them to stay quiet. and you watch them as they do so, finding your own boyfriend cute as he looks at you helplessly. he tugs your shirt to get your attention, and you look at him with a happy smile, “hmm?”
nobara and yuji finally stopped as their attention caught something instead, and toge took the opportunity to be closer to you while they're not looking. he rested his forehead on the crook of your neck, leaving out an exasperated sigh.
“sorry…”
you hummed, raising a hand to brush his hair. “what are you sorry for?”
“that i don't hold your hand in public,” he raised his head, his lips forming into a pout as you looked at him. “i’m just… really shy…”
you bite your lips to stop yourself from smiling, but still let out a low chuckle as you squish his cheeks in your palms. “don't be sorry! i love you the way you are, toge.”
his face turned into the colour of a tomato as a cute flat-lined smile formed on his lips, and you couldn't help but to squeeze his cheeks even more.
but both of you were startled when you heard a loud squeal, and an excited nobara yelling as she faced her camera on you and toge, “oh my god! i just took a picture of that!”
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