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You're Perfectly Perfect For Me

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

characters: Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

warnings: angst (to comfort), hinted depression?? maybe idk, mentons of past hallucinations, panic attacks, insomnia, lonely gojo, fluff at the end!<3

title inspired by IFHY - Tyler, the Creator

Satoru Gojo was tired.

No, tired was an understatement.

Satoru Gojo was completely exhausted.

It had been four years since Suguru left. Satoru knew it was wrong to still love the man that massacred an entire village, yet he found himself craving the affection he used to receive from the raven-haired man. He cried at night, holding onto whatever article of clothing Suguru let him 'borrow' (Satoru refused to give them back) and trying to inhale whatever scent was still there. Tonight was no different. Droplets of water splayed across Satoru's pale face, a sweatshirt held tight to his chest that had Suguru's name on the tag, and the sobbing of the strongest man could be heard from a mile away.

How was he strong if he cried this much?

He felt weak under Suguru Geto's influence.

-

"Satoru," and the honored one's lip trembled. "Let me help you."

February was Satoru's favorite month. He liked how alive everything looked, and the name itself sounded pretty to him. But what he wouldn't admit was that the true reason he loved it was because it was Suguru's birth month.

"I'm fine. I'm the strongest, remember?"

The ravenette sighed.

"You're upset. Don't lie to me, Gojo."

And for a second, Gojo wasn't the strongest.

"We're back to a last name basis, huh? Silly Sugu~ I don't know what I'm gonna do with ya!"

February 2. That was the day before Suguru's birthday. The day they had this conversation.

"Stop acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows. Talk to me, Gojo. That's all I need."

Satoru changed his favorite month later that day.

-

It was Wednesday, which meant Satoru had to go shopping.

He despised shopping, there always were too many people.

(But he couldn't pretend that he doesn't love the attention he gets from every woman around him.)

As he lazily pushed around a cart that was filled mostly with stuff he didn't need, he stopped.

A firm grip on his shoulder shocked him.

"Satoru."

Oh, how he hated that he knew that voice.

-

"Satoru, slow down. You're gonna get a brain freeze."

The boy in question simply laughed.

"Don't worry, Suguru! I'm the strongest!~ A little brain freeze isn't gonna- oh-"

Satoru wrapped his hands around his head in pain, slamming his face onto the table they were sitting at.

"Ow! Ngh- Suguru! Make it stooooppp!"

"..dumbass..."

A second later, the teen with silver hair was wrapped in the younger's arms. The shorter whispered sweet nothings and reassurances into the taller's ear.

Satoru loved his best friend's voice. If this wasn't heaven, he wasn't sure what was.

-

"Geto."

Saying the man's name made Satoru feel miserable.

A wound he tried so hard to close had re-opened.

"Geto, you... No."

Suguru- if it even was him- tilted his head.

"Satoru, it's me."

"Don't call me that."

The cursed user's eyes widened. His hand backed away from the shoulder it rested on.

"Y-You're not real," tears escape from Satoru's beautiful eyes. "You're just another fuckin' hallucination."

"I'm real, Sato- Gojo."

"No. I'm tired of this."

The younger one's breaths were noticably getting heavier. Suguru knew what was happening all too well

"Gojo, let me help you calm down."

"Don't come near me."

"I'm not taking no as an answer."

Before Satoru could move, Suguru hooked his arms underneath him and held him firmly to his chest.

"Breathe for me, Satoru."

-

It had been a month since they had reunited.

Suguru tried his best to be there for his past friend, though it felt foreign to both him and Satoru.

He hated how Satoru first flinched whenever he touched him, he always looked ready to burst into tears as well.

But Satoru got used to it, eventually, and found himself leaning into Suguru's warmth.

-

"Good morning, Satoru."

A soft groan erupted from the boy who had been woken up.

"...mornin', Sugu...."

Purple eyes closed as a certain sorcerer shoved his face into the smaller's chest. It no longer was uncomfortable or weird to them.

It felt like home.

And Suguru would be staying home forever, he decided.

-

"Sato? Baby?"

Suguru frowned at the empty mattress that sat neatly before him.

A small giggle could be heard.

Suguru shook his head disapprovingly.

"Satoru, I will choke you if you are hiding under the bed again."

Another giggle. Suguru swept down onto the floor, looking under their shared bed. No sign of his best fri- lover.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that they got together.

Suguru frowned.

"Sato- ah!-"

Two bodies thud against the floor.

"Gotcha!~"

Suguru gets attacked with kisses and pecks on the face, causing a protest himself.

"Satoru, stop! Where the hell were you even hiding?!"

"In the closet, hehe~ And I'm afraid I won't stop!"

This continues for a few more minutes before the Limitless user gets tired. Suguru pats his head with a small smile plastered on his face.

"You scare me when you hide like that. It makes me think you're the one leaving this time."

"Whaaaaatt? How could I ever leave my Sugu boo?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Ugh, fine."

And they stayed like that for a long time, making up time they lost so many years ago.

"Satoru-"

"Suguru-"

"-I think you're perfect for me."

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