Like Father Like Son

Do You Know What It Means To Be Loved By Death?

i went to a basketball game our school was hosting and i cant help but think about uni bakugou who’s on the basketball team and his pretty gf who attends all his games even if he’s just the coach

i cannot believe i’ve gotten to the point that the majority of asks i get nowadays i’ve already written something similar like all i do is WRITE !!!

and no let’s put him in a team instead of a coach, only plays basketball for fun but like everything else in his life he’s great at it. star of the team, doesn’t plan to take it further as a career because he still wants to be a hero so other teams envy him for being so good without the dream of going pro.

AND obvs he’s in his long socks and jordans and gold chain and earrings and headband and long shorts and vest. the team goes between red and white for uniform. the red so pretty against his ruby eyes and you can never keep your eyes off him when he’s in the court. the way his eyes narrow in calculation and he runs after the ball like a lion going after his pray.

and yes you his pretty girlfriend wearing his jersey on top of your clothes with a cute little skirt. matching trainers too that he bought you with gold hoop earrings. AND THE IMAGERY !! everytime he shoots and scores his eyes find yours right after with a smirk. when it’s half time and his coach is talking to the team he squirts water in his mouth from his bottle, wiping sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his jersey to reveal his toned abs and staring at you right after. even winks and you roll your eyes. has his coach slapping the back of his head telling him to pay attention and stop looking at his lil girlfriend. and then he pouts, arms crossed still flicking over to look at you.

and then when the match is about to restart he’s jogging up to you, rushing out everything he wants to say before he’s called to court. he’s on his tiptoes, lips pouted for a kiss to which you meet happily. “did y’see me out there baby?” and he pouts right after wordlessly asking for another kiss. your face is still centimetres away from his, grinning down at his flushed face. his eyes are oozing with adrenaline, finger tips tapping against the barrier. you peck him easily and nod with a cheesy grin, “yeah, you’re doing great ‘ki. i think you might win.” he rolls his eyes, “‘course we fuckin’ will, the other team is trash. one guy runs like he’s gotta stick up his ass.”

and someone from the other team must have heard katsuki, ready to get onto him for his trash talk but the coach calls him over as the games gonna start.

“good luck baby!”

“don’t need it, i got you here.”

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Quiet worry and soft forehead touches

sometimes i remember that suguru has literally been dead since the beginning of jjk and it makes me feel physically ill. like. we never got him back. not once. that was never him. it was always kenjaku in his skin, wearing his face, using his voice. and everyone just went along with it. and gojo went along with it. because what was he supposed to do?? watch his best friend's body walk around and pretend he doesn't feel like he's 17 again, failing all over again??

it’s not even a “they fell apart” kind of tragedy. it’s so much worse. suguru died, and then got turned into a puppet, and then gojo had to keep living in a world where his best friend’s corpse was smiling at him. talking to him. looking at him like nothing ever happened. you know how violating that is??? how soul-crushing it must’ve been to hear that voice and know it wasn’t him?? that his suguru was long gone and all that was left was a cruel joke played by the universe???

kenjaku didn’t just take his body, he took everything. his identity, his name, his legacy. made a mockery of it. reduced him to a vessel. and gojo could never do anything about it. he couldn’t kill him, not really. not without killing suguru all over again. and the worst part is that he hesitated. he always hesitated. because he kept hoping—kept hoping—that maybe there was something left. that maybe, just maybe, suguru was still in there. listening. waiting.

and that is the most heartbreaking thing. gojo never moved on. he couldn’t. he never even got the chance to grieve properly because the body never went cold. the body kept moving. kept smiling. kept killing.

suguru never got to rest.

and gojo never got to let go.

and in the end… they were both just trapped. one in a body that wasn’t his, the other in a memory he couldn’t escape.

no peace. no closure. just echoes and rot.

He bought it at a thrift store

*holds your hand * *holds your hand* *holds your hand* *holds y-*

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