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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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    “Who else knows?” Satoru’s voice dropped low, his jealousy obvious as his hands gripped his hips harder– all possessive and territorial. “Who else knows you’re an omega?”

    As far as everyone knew, Suguru was a beta.

    He isn’t.

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    12 Nov 2024

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    The colour of his blood has always been nothing more than a passing thought, now that he thinks about it. The stinging pain blossoms in cosmos petals up and down his arm, but he doesn’t dare look. Satoru has never seen the colour of his own blood before, but that hasn’t mattered to him until now. Because whenever he asks his parents, or the servants that hurry down the labyrinthine hallways he used to wander upon as a child — before his days are to be spent confined to the grand dojo with its four wooden walls — the answer has always been the same.

    “You are a god, Satoru. What does a god bleed?”

    “Ichor,” is the answer he recites from memory, mechanical and monotone every time.

    “What is the colour of ichor?” they ask, visages twisting and turning into a blur. It is a routine they regularly indulge in, just to satiate the curiosity of the Gojo heir. Lest he smite down each and every one of them with the clear, cosmic blue that mirrored the infinity of his eyes.

    “Gold.”

    “Then, you have your answer.”

     

    or: a 5+1 of satoru's god complex.

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    12 Oct 2024

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    “I feel like I’ve told you this before,” Satoru sighs eventually, still refusing to meet Suguru’s eyes. “I don’t— trust other people to touch me.”

    Suguru lifts an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me?”

    (or: Suguru just wants to touch Satoru without the barrier. Despite not allowing himself to be touched in years, Satoru lets him.)

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    Satoru doesn't survive the fight with Fushiguro Toji. He dies, cold and alone, leaving behind only a curse with a taste for carnage. Suguru brings that curse to his lips, swallows down the remains of his best friend, his one and only. He doesn't know if it's Satoru's soul or just a mindless curse he's ingesting, but still, he can't part with it.

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    02 Oct 2024