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i have never felt free

[based on the thrill of loneliness by hana stretton]

Ok hear me out hear me out…. Soul Eater AU

Geto as a weapon (maybe something like Playful Cloud?)… swallowing souls… eventually becoming a Kishin… yeah

In another life, I would make you stay.

oh i get it now! what happened fundamentally and irrevocably changed me forever

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I found you. Finally. 💜

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"That's exactly right. After all, they're called 'special grades' because they go above and beyond what you could expect from a regular curse. And Sukuna's not just a special grade - he's the so-called 'king of curses'. It only makes sense that he can do much more than even special grades can." For someone who wasn't raised in this world, Suguru's glad that he picks up on these concepts quickly - despite his less than satisfactory grades, he's not stupid. It's a relief for him in more ways than one - sorcerers that don't have their wits about them never last long.

He's not surprised to hear that Satoru didn't go into much detail about his technique - he'd never been one to be very thorough if he didn't consider it immediately important. It can be rather frustrating at times, but Suguru is sure he's better at explaining these things anyways, especially when it came to curse manipulation. Their conversation is interrupted somewhat when a third eye opens up on his face - he's heard about it from his fellow teacher, but it's his first time actually seeing it in person. How odd - it must make it hard to socialize, with such a powerful curse popping in whenever he pleases. He's thankful Itadori's peers seem rather understanding, at the very least...

The contempt and disregard that comes from Sukuna ( despite his vessel's best attempts ) is no surprise, and it doesn't particularly wound him, either - if he was dismissive of Satoru Gojo, it only stands to reason that he wouldn't think much of him, either. He doesn't think he wants to be respected by someone like that in the first place, to be honest. "He is rather talkative, isn't he? I don't envy you." He chuckles, more amused than threatened. He's not like Satoru, he's not one to taunt one who could easily become a real danger - but he's not about to take too much shit from him, either. "Useless, hm? I guess we'll have to see about that, if you ever get your body back."

❝ right , it's the grading system again . . . sukuna's a special grade , so of course he's gonna talk all the time . guess that makes sense . he's kind of a special case . ❞ ( and in yuji's opinion , he did talk all the time ! he spoke commonly and often enough that yuji could already begin to tell when he had something to add to a conversation , just from the pregnant silence in his head that came between declarations from the curse . ) no , itadori hadn't expected an entire lengthy lecture on the ideas he posed , but it satisfied him more than the flippant way that their other sensei tended to handle serious inquiries which is to say that he deals with them flippantly and as unseriously as one might expect him to . yuji really only got good answers from people like fushiguro and geto - sensei . still though , he can't imagine having to hold more than one curse at a time , especially with the difficulty he already had when handling the king of curses in the back of his head at any time ! he can't imagine them fighting for attention or being more aggressive than sukuna , or even going out to hunt their kind amongst the sea of negative energy that was the metropolitan area of tokyo . that was dangerous territory , as yuji's learned already from nanamin in a separate case . ❝ yeah . . . gojo - sensei didn't give much away about your technique , so i was already planning to just ask my own questions when i got the chance to . ❞ ( on the bottom of yuji's cheek , an eye observes suguru geto briefly , sizing them up . this was a curse manipulator ? that was kind of amusing . just another fish to flay , really , sukuna didn't regard them any longer than necessary . pathetic . ) just before itadori reaches up to obscure his vision completely . ❝ hey , no spying ! this conversation doesn't involve you ! ❞ yuji hisses in geto - sensei's defense , something that ultimately goes disregarded by the king of curses who was rather determined to belittle their instructor in a similar way to gojo - sensei . ❝ don't order me around , brat . ❞ the multi - millennium royalty retorts sharply . ❝ so you're as useless as the other one . as expected of a partnership . ❞

Suguru purrs and leans into his touch as Satoru brushes a few strands of hair out of his face, eyes sliding shut as he relaxes against him, feeling the sweat dry on his skin. He feels so content, all the stress and turmoil that had plagued his mind just melting away in the arms of his lover. He loves the way he pets his hair, that little bit of affection making him feel so adored, keeps him in the warm hazy afterglow of it all. It's hard to believe that this is real, in some ways - that it had been so easy to give himself to Satoru once he just let that connection form again, let his voice reach him. He knows there will be more problems to come, more issues that come with having to alter his plans - but they'll face them together, and he can take some comfort from that, enough to push the anxiety away.

Much like Satoru, Suguru had also never been this clingy after sex with any of his past one-night stands - but that's the difference, isn't it? This isn't a one-time thing. He's walked away once before, but now it feels like the strings of fate are tied in knots around them and he just can't let him go. He wants to stay with him forever, to feel this kind of peace at the end of every day. A lazy smile rests on his lips as he nuzzles against him, basks in his warmth - he hasn't felt this carefree in a long, long time.

"Pillow princess?" A pout tugs at his lip, huffing in amusement at how dramatic he's being. He'll never admit that he missed his theatrics. "What, are you complaining? Rude." He's not actually offended, but really, what right did Satoru have to tease him like this? So what if he likes being spoiled a little? But he is right - it's not the only role he enjoys. "Trust me, I'm capable of much more than that." He could make Satoru fall apart just as easily, he's sure - but that's something he'll have to save for another time.

He groans a little as he's pulled out of bed, despite it being at his insistence - he can feel a slight ache in his muscles, and he's sure that he's going to be sore come the following morning - ah, well, nothing he can't deal with. The movement also has a bit of Satoru's release leaking out of him, grimacing at the feeling - but it makes him glad that he's being pulled toward the shower instead of the tub, despite how nice a soak in hot water sounded right now. Right now, he just needs to feel clean.

"Mm, yeah, feels good." He mumbles against his lips, not wanting to pull too far away, even as the warm water causes his bangs to fall over his face. The steady spray of water against his skin feels so nice, eases the soreness in his muscles and wicks away the aftermath of their tryst. He gives a low hum, rising into a soft laugh when Satoru mentions teleporting naked. As if he needed a reason to let him borrow some clothes, but he can't help himself with these little quips, can he? He's missed that, too. "Heh, okay - I'll find you something to wear. I can't promise that you'll like it, though." Most of Suguru's wardrobe consists of very traditional clothing, befitting of one who lived at a mountain temple and fashioned himself as a god - of course, he has some casual clothes for when he wants to go out in public without drawing attention to himself, but... Well, he doesn't get to see Satoru in traditional robes very often, and he can't help being delighted at the thought. He'll look beautiful in them, he's sure.

He presses a few little kisses to his neck, before he steps back and pulls him under the shower, using the time it takes for his hair to get properly wet to gather some shampoo and lather it between his palms. He doesn't need to be asked to start gently working the soap into his hair, massaging his scalp with tender care as he does with a soft smile. "That feel alright?"

          Suguru is dangerous; this feeling that settles in his chest, the softness that whispers around in his head  ––  all of this is too perfect.  For so long everything has felt so jaded, so wrong; yes, he has Shoko and he has the students that he's taken on at the school because he hasn't really had a choice.  Where was he going to go?  He was from the Gojo clan, he claimed ownership of the six eyes and infinity.  There was his name that could get him in anywhere, but he knows the higher ups.  Ever since Suguru has left, they have been watching over him.  They have been making sure that he won't slip through the cracks.  He hates them for it  ––  he does all of this just to spite them and he wonders if they understand that.  If they understand that they'll never keep him away from Suguru Geto, that their souls are far too entwined to ever fully let go of one another.

          It proves itself even more right now  ––  he reaches out, pushes some brunette hair away from his face, sees the glow that settles over his skin.  It makes his chest lurch  ––  all he wants is to see Suguru this carefree forever.  He wants to see him smile, unbidden by that damn goal that settles around in his skull at all times.  He just wants him to be him.  He'll never be the boy that he knew when they were teens; they've been too broken by the situations they've settled themselves through since then, but there is still a familiar part of him that lurks beneath the scenes.  He knows that underneath everything, Suguru isn't inherently bad.  He's just trying to protect the sorcerers of the world in the way that he knows how.

          His hand reaches out without even thinking about it, arm securing around his neck so that he can stroke at his hair.  He turns his own head, nuzzling his nose into the expensive shampoo and scent of incense that seems to follow Suguru around these days.  His eyes close as he takes it all in, lets the high of it all to settle into his skin.  Personally, he hasn't been the type to be clingy in bed  ––  usually he hooks up, leaves within two minutes afterward, head running at a million miles an hour and his energy needing a place to go.  It makes im a bad lover, he's well aware of it.  But with Suguru, it's different.  For the first time in a long time, Satoru feels content.  He feels like he has nowhere to be  ––  that restless energy has calmed, the storm finally leaving him languid and lazy in Suguru's arms.  Part of him wonders if this is just a really good dream  ––  if at any moment he's going to wake up, if the echoing words of Suguru telling him that he loves him are going to be nothing more than a sweet thought his brain conjured up.  His fingers secure a little more tightly in Suguru's hair then  ––  a soft reminder that this is real.

          For a few long moments, Satoru just drifts.  He relishes the feeling of emptiness inside his head; it curls something warm, makes his chest expand a little easier.  The headache that normally settles against his temples is far away  ––  he floats in that space, the rhythmic stroking of hair underneath his fingers making his eyes heavy.  But then Suguru pulls him out of his daze and he lets out a loud groan, taking his hand away and dramatically throwing himself back onto the pillows.  〝Are you always going to be like this?  A little pillow princess?〞 He says it from behind his arm, but there's a smile at the corner of his lips, a certain fondness in the teasing words.  His entire body feels like a giant ache in that moment, like if he manages to even remotely stand up he's going to collapse right back down. 

          〝C'mon,〞he yawns, tugging Suguru up with him, stumbling slightly as he trips over a piece of his ensemble laying on the floor.  A snicker falls from his lips as he tugs him forward, fingers tangled with his own as he makes his way toward what he assumes is the bathroom.  It's a moment of sliding a door back until he's greeted with the large claw foot tub and the shower in the corner, and he thinks for a long moment of what the right choice would be.  He looks at the tub a little mournfully  ––  he knows if he sinks down in there, he's not coming back out for a long time.  〝Another time,〞 he murmurs to it as he passes, tugging Suguru toward the shower stall instead.

          Once the temperature is at a nice relaxing warmth, he tugs him in, leaning up against the wall and pulling him close so that Suguru's taking the main brunt of the spray.  He occupies himself with kissing him, slow and steady as he hums into it, thumbs stroking gentle circles against his back.  〝Feeling okay?〞 There's that soft concern that's always there when it comes to them, his hands moving so that he can brush back his hair from his face, lean in and press a kiss against the bridge of his nose.  〝I'm going to have to borrow clothes, you know.  I didn't exactly come prepared and I don't think teleporting naked is a good idea for anyone.〞 There's a soft thrill in being covered in Suguru's scent  ––  like he has assimilated fully into this life that he leads, like it was just a matter of time before he actually stepped foot into the sacred home that he's built.  And selfishly, he misses being close enough to him to have his scent mixing with his own on his clothes.

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