( Geto certainly didn't believe he'd stumble out of his teens with two wards but here he is. Mass murderer, zealot, accidental father figure. )
You keep them alive and you hope the rest works itself out. Snacks always help.
Or you could just not and stay paralysed by fear. I'm not going to tell you what to do. I already have enough people needing that. But if Satoru can then why not you?
[ Gojo worries him by taking on too much and Geto is now making him worry by not asking for enough. He has too much single mom energy scolding him right now and Nanami wants to rebel. ]
( Moments after that's sent there's a knock at the window. The window that's too high for a normal person but a curse user sitting atop a manta ray? Absolutely fine. He waves cheerfully, backlit by the city and the night's lights, motioning with his phone in one hand before he goes back to typing. )
[ The awkward way Nanami is sprawled out on the hotel bed, hair damp and still naked, makes a comical scene, but he does get up to open the window without a shred of shame. That could be because he's too exhausted for it, or maybe he's resigned himself to the mess he's made. ]
You really came to the window.
[ Somehow he didn't expect that. Still a little flushed from drinking, he runs a hand through his hair. ]
( His presence will be felt before he announces himself, he isn't hiding himself away today. Bang on time there will be a polite knock, and Geto will be at Gojo's apartment door, dressed down for the day in loose-fitted clothing, sweat pants and sliders, a worn tshirt stretched over his chest. He even has a gift ( cupcakes, bright blue frosting ) tucked in the crook of his arm, because there's not enough of a world shift to shake the good behaviour from him.
The door opens, Geto's smile slides into place. )
Mm. You look all right for a man who's brain should be smouldering. ( His head tips to one side, bangs falling briefly into his eyes. Today his hair is in a ponytail. There is a Badtz-maru clip in the back of it that he's forgotten to remove. It makes him look younger, less nefarious. If he's trying to fake it til you make it, then maybe it's working. )
Are you going to let me in, Satoru?
IT WILL COME BACK everything about this page is *chefs kiss*
[ without any concealment technique, he could recognize getou suguru from across the city. maybe across the country. so the door swings open before he has a chance to knock, and gojou raises his brows at the casual wear and the suspicious box at his side. both, unexpected. ]
[ he's not sure why, but part of him had expected getou to show up in his full monk's ensemble, despite the casual nature of the visit.]
Don't worry, it's already cooking now. We're having it for dinner, in fact! [ he does meant to let him in, but the ponytail... it's new, and distracting. gojou wonders if all the weight of wearing it up gives him headaches, and when he decided to change it. the clip must be something from those girls they rarely discuss but gojou knows exist from the files. cute. ]
Ah, right. Come in, make yourself comfortable. [ he steps out of the way, closes the door and swings the lock closed after getou is through the threshold, letting infinity flicker off almost immediately and pulling his glasses off, setting them on the counter top as he moves into the kitchen to pull the food out. ] I got noodles for us! I didn't think your tastes had probably changed much, but there's enough to share if you don't like anything.
I like to be traditional, you know that. ( And the motto love to the strong is just a coincidence, of course. But he stills as Gojo wraps an arm around his waist, lips twitching into helpless amusement. ) Handy.
( The address is easily delivered, a little further out of the city than maybe Gojo is expecting. There's a reason he uses curses to get everywhere. He lifts a careful eyebrow, hand settling on the arm. )
Can you manage that far? I have a big bird now, plenty of room in the beak for you.
[ what, did he think gojou wouldn't notice? they both have their little love letters to one another, don't they. ]
You like a bit of showmanship, too. [ he hums, tipping his head to the side as if he's considering the question seriously. he guesses getou did leave before he'd mastered teleportation over long distances, so he has no way of knowing what gojou's capable of these days. ]
I think it should be fine! [ he chirps, clapping his hands together. only a split second separates the moments they're standing in the private room and their feet touching down lightly on the pavement at the cross roads closest to the back gate of the shrine. ]
Next time we can try your bird out. [ and then he sighs, ] I still miss Rainbow Dragon.
[ he's on the way back from his first-ever away mission on his own, not even a gojo satoru in sight. it doesn't mean the trip was without adults, however, and this particular adult has megumi itching to get within cellphone signal range immediately. ]
nanami-san chaperoned today. asked after you.
Edited (HTML YOU HAD ONE JOB) 2025-08-10 21:07 (UTC)
unlocking RCT means that he can heal the fatigue in his body and the damage in his brain that comes from not sleeping more than three or four hours at night, but all the human parts of him still protest. and it's worse after days like this -- back-to-back missions, then a bit of cleanup on overtime after another sorcerer bit off more than they could chew out in the field. the curses themselves hadn't been anything worth mentioning, but --
tired. (eyes burning and gritty, a crackling thunderstorm at the edges of his skull that warns of the impending headache, thoughts moving so slowly that it feels like he's about to squeeze them through concrete.)
it's why he waves off ijichi's offer to drive him back to campus and decides to just teleport instead. it'll let him fall face first into bed even faster, and --
maybe it's just because he's tired enough for his targeting to be an issue. or maybe it's because he's tired enough for his subconscious to grab at the steering wheel and drag him where he wants to be, because.
satoru blinks, disoriented. it takes him a moment to realize what he's done -- that he missed his own dorm and managed to teleport himself in the middle of suguru's, instead. it's so dark in the room that he'd almost believe it was empty, but... no. the six eyes is enough to let him see suguru's cursed energy, and if he squints, he can pick out the shape of the other boy under the blankets.
... he should go. teleport to his own dorm, keep from waking suguru up if he's actually getting some sleep, focus on getting some rest himself, but. ]
... Suguru? [ soft. uncertain. it makes him sound like a stranger, even to himself. ]
It comes more fitfully these days. His brain isn't a kind companion, nightmares have become the norm and they throw his failure into bright relief any time he thinks he might rest. Look, here, it says the places where you failed. The things you've lost. A never-ending highlight reel. Though that's even if he manages to fall off into it, with his stomach a nesting knot of anxiety, whatever is inside of him writhing in a sickly pulse. Sleep is a stranger. He is a stranger. He hates the nighttime now.
So it does not take him long to rouse. Maybe he's already there when the air shifts, or maybe it's the first call of his name, but Geto's wriggling to a sitting position almost instinctively, blankets tossed aside so he can blink blankly into the space around him. His hair is a mess, his body sweaty, t-shirt sticking. But his voice stays soft, low, concerned. ) Satoru?
( Is this another nightmare? No, it doesn't feel like one. He can't smell blood. )
Are you all right? ( Anxiety tightens, he makes to rise. ) Has something happened?
suguru remember that parenting book you bought which i'm totally gonna get around to reading btw definitely eventually at some point ANYWAY did it have advice on barking
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What does anyone?
( Geto certainly didn't believe he'd stumble out of his teens with two wards but here he is. Mass murderer, zealot, accidental father figure. )
You keep them alive and you hope the rest works itself out. Snacks always help.
Or you could just not and stay paralysed by fear. I'm not going to tell you what to do. I already have enough people needing that. But if Satoru can then why not you?
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[ Geto, please. ]
I don't know. Why does that matter if
I'd rather talk about the blowjobs.
[ Gojo worries him by taking on too much and Geto is now making him worry by not asking for enough. He has too much single mom energy scolding him right now and Nanami wants to rebel. ]
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I know Shoko's.
( Because she's the one they're likely to need the most. )
What about all the girls who give you their numbers? Do you memorise those?
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Which one? That he's not better than you? I said he was an idiot, not incapable.
ty im so tired of proving i am human
even if he was, i'd kick his ass for sure
it kept making me do maths and i was like pls stop
mine kept asking me if the sky is blue what color is it
surely even robots know about the do u know the colour of the sky post
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You leave me and my carefully curated snack list out of this, Shoko!!
( How To Win Friends & Influence People, the Geto Suguru way. )
Besides, he'll be fine.
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[ She is going to tease the hell out of him. Sorry buddy!! ]
You say that now.
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Well, there's always that.
( Moments after that's sent there's a knock at the window. The window that's too high for a normal person but a curse user sitting atop a manta ray? Absolutely fine. He waves cheerfully, backlit by the city and the night's lights, motioning with his phone in one hand before he goes back to typing. )
Open up.
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You really came to the window.
[ Somehow he didn't expect that. Still a little flushed from drinking, he runs a hand through his hair. ]
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I'm sorry, did you expect that to fade with time?
oisjiash, sorry! I was going to move it too! 😆
But I should know better, I guess.
no no it's fine!! unless u have somewhere u'd rather it be lmao
I was failing the how many body parts questions lol
i'm always so sure i'm getting it right and then i don't and i'm like, am i a robot??
same orz
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Suguru..............................
Are you mad at me
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It's not like you've done anything in the past 45 minutes have you?
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( His presence will be felt before he announces himself, he isn't hiding himself away today. Bang on time there will be a polite knock, and Geto will be at Gojo's apartment door, dressed down for the day in loose-fitted clothing, sweat pants and sliders, a worn tshirt stretched over his chest. He even has a gift ( cupcakes, bright blue frosting ) tucked in the crook of his arm, because there's not enough of a world shift to shake the good behaviour from him.
The door opens, Geto's smile slides into place. )
Mm. You look all right for a man who's brain should be smouldering. ( His head tips to one side, bangs falling briefly into his eyes. Today his hair is in a ponytail. There is a Badtz-maru clip in the back of it that he's forgotten to remove. It makes him look younger, less nefarious. If he's trying to fake it til you make it, then maybe it's working. )
Are you going to let me in, Satoru?
IT WILL COME BACK everything about this page is *chefs kiss*
[ he's not sure why, but part of him had expected getou to show up in his full monk's ensemble, despite the casual nature of the visit.]
Don't worry, it's already cooking now. We're having it for dinner, in fact! [ he does meant to let him in, but the ponytail... it's new, and distracting. gojou wonders if all the weight of wearing it up gives him headaches, and when he decided to change it. the clip must be something from those girls they rarely discuss but gojou knows exist from the files. cute. ]
Ah, right. Come in, make yourself comfortable. [ he steps out of the way, closes the door and swings the lock closed after getou is through the threshold, letting infinity flicker off almost immediately and pulling his glasses off, setting them on the counter top as he moves into the kitchen to pull the food out. ] I got noodles for us! I didn't think your tastes had probably changed much, but there's enough to share if you don't like anything.
geto deserves a hozier song as much as anyone else
he deserves it MORE than anyone else. damage gets done gives me major stsg feels.
ow ur so right ;; i'm in pain
gets me right in the feels EVERY time
i'm going to add it to my stsg spotify playlist RIGHT NOW
well now you have to share
i'll send u a pm!!!
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what if i care little for canon and just make my own decisions what then
sign me tf UP my guy let's GO
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( The blush is instantaneous. #busted )
I like to be traditional, you know that. ( And the motto love to the strong is just a coincidence, of course. But he stills as Gojo wraps an arm around his waist, lips twitching into helpless amusement. ) Handy.
( The address is easily delivered, a little further out of the city than maybe Gojo is expecting. There's a reason he uses curses to get everywhere. He lifts a careful eyebrow, hand settling on the arm. )
Can you manage that far? I have a big bird now, plenty of room in the beak for you.
thank you thank you!
You like a bit of showmanship, too. [ he hums, tipping his head to the side as if he's considering the question seriously. he guesses getou did leave before he'd mastered teleportation over long distances, so he has no way of knowing what gojou's capable of these days. ]
I think it should be fine! [ he chirps, clapping his hands together. only a split second separates the moments they're standing in the private room and their feet touching down lightly on the pavement at the cross roads closest to the back gate of the shrine. ]
Next time we can try your bird out. [ and then he sighs, ] I still miss Rainbow Dragon.
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ok i *think* he's still wearing the blindfold, right? i ctrl+f'd
i think so!!
god he's derailing it oh no
he loves to stick his foot in his mouth
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quick and easy start for the dads au;
nanami-san chaperoned today. asked after you.
idk what you mean this is canon to me
I'm ignoring him because he won't give me a recipe.
But that's not important right now.
How did it go?
truly tbh
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tired. (eyes burning and gritty, a crackling thunderstorm at the edges of his skull that warns of the impending headache, thoughts moving so slowly that it feels like he's about to squeeze them through concrete.)
it's why he waves off ijichi's offer to drive him back to campus and decides to just teleport instead. it'll let him fall face first into bed even faster, and --
maybe it's just because he's tired enough for his targeting to be an issue. or maybe it's because he's tired enough for his subconscious to grab at the steering wheel and drag him where he wants to be, because.
satoru blinks, disoriented. it takes him a moment to realize what he's done -- that he missed his own dorm and managed to teleport himself in the middle of suguru's, instead. it's so dark in the room that he'd almost believe it was empty, but... no. the six eyes is enough to let him see suguru's cursed energy, and if he squints, he can pick out the shape of the other boy under the blankets.
... he should go. teleport to his own dorm, keep from waking suguru up if he's actually getting some sleep, focus on getting some rest himself, but. ]
... Suguru? [ soft. uncertain. it makes him sound like a stranger, even to himself. ]
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It comes more fitfully these days. His brain isn't a kind companion, nightmares have become the norm and they throw his failure into bright relief any time he thinks he might rest. Look, here, it says the places where you failed. The things you've lost. A never-ending highlight reel. Though that's even if he manages to fall off into it, with his stomach a nesting knot of anxiety, whatever is inside of him writhing in a sickly pulse. Sleep is a stranger. He is a stranger. He hates the nighttime now.
So it does not take him long to rouse. Maybe he's already there when the air shifts, or maybe it's the first call of his name, but Geto's wriggling to a sitting position almost instinctively, blankets tossed aside so he can blink blankly into the space around him. His hair is a mess, his body sweaty, t-shirt sticking. But his voice stays soft, low, concerned. ) Satoru?
( Is this another nightmare? No, it doesn't feel like one. He can't smell blood. )
Are you all right? ( Anxiety tightens, he makes to rise. ) Has something happened?
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remember that parenting book you bought
which i'm totally gonna get around to reading btw
definitely
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ANYWAY
did it have advice on barking
oh my god
Don't bark at the children, Satoru. I didn't think you'd need a book to tell you that.
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