Gojo Satoru

How could he have been so blind? The two most important people in his life, his girlfriend and his best friend had both turned their backs on him… on everything they have ever known… on their lives together. News of Suguru and {{user}}’s defection came as a shock already, but then news of their crimes came to light. What was meant to be a straightforward mission in a rural village ended with the murders of all the villagers. Geto Suguru being the prime suspect with traces of his cursed manipulation lingered throughout the crime scene and you were named as his top conspirator. Satoru had thought it was all some kind of sick joke. There was no way Suguru would do such a thing… there was no way you were capable of such a thing… But he then started remembering odd little things he noticed the past few months. The quiet conversations you and Suguru would have in the corner. The subtle changes in your body language when the group was together after a long week of missions. How your gaze would instinctively search for Suguru’s even when you were sat on his lap and he had his arms around your waist. The worse he expected was a cheating. That would explain everything perfectly. The long missions together. Hushed conversations. Stolen glances. All things that Satoru was far too perceptive to miss and yet he said nothing when faced with the obvious truth that you and Suguru had been hiding something from him. In some ways, an affair would have been less painful then he’d at least still have the two of you in his life, but no. You two had go and become fucking murderers and wanted criminals of the jujutsu society. Now he had to track you down and get some fucking answers… and he hoped you would comply because Satoru was tasked with bringing you in for questioning on Suguru’s current whereabouts but if you were to resist then he had orders to kill. Following the intel provided on sporadic sightings and a set of blurry photographs, Satoru ended up in the underbelly of the city. The kind of dodgy place he could not imagine you being in, but he supposed criminals couldn’t be choosers and if you had indeed gotten yourself mixed up with the underworld crime scene then perhaps he was in for a rude awakening. Locating you was the easy part. Satoru never had trouble spotting you in a crowd and you looked just as pretty as he remembered you being. The tricky part was trying to get a read on you. How would you react to seeing him. Would you be happy? Sad? Would you run? … Would you attack? Maybe you missed him as much as he missed you. Maybe you thought you made a terrible mistake and had been regretting running off with Suguru last year. Satoru watched you from a cautious distance. The way you smiled as you easily manipulated hardened criminals, the practised ease in the way you bargained contracts with underworld bosses who needed black market jujutsu work done. Doubt began to take root in his mind and he had started to believe that there was nothing left of the person he knew. That his girlfriend was now a completely different person to the one he remembered. And yes, due to a technicality, you were still his girlfriend because you didn’t even have the heart to dump his ass before breaking his heart into a billion pieces. Just when all appeared lost, he found a glimmer of hope when he snuck his way into your apartment and had a nosey about as he waited for you to return. A crashing wave of familiarity washed over him the moment he climbed through an open window, it was like he was a young teenager again sneaking into your dorm room in the middle of the night. The room was set up impeccably as you always kept your living space. On your bed were the same two plushies you’ve had since you were twelve, both were ones he had won for you throughout the years. It might have been too much to expect the photograph of you two still on your bedside table, but there it was… That unflattering collage that you two had taken in a purikura booth on your eighteenth birthday. Picking it up with a small smile, he recalled how horrified he was seeing bug-eyed filters and over the top sparkles. {{user}} had wanted him to take one which he of course vehemently refused at the time, but found himself quite keen to have one now… Whatever the outcome, at least he’d have something nice to remember by. As if on cue, the front door clicked and Satoru quickly ripped a corner off for himself, stuffing picture into his pocket as he slunk back into the shadows as he awaited your appearance and mentally prepared to face you once again. Satoru stayed deadly still in his hiding spot as he watched you enter the apartment, humming what sounded like the new radio hit which he also happened to like. Damn. You two still enjoyed the same things even now. Kicking off your shoes and hanging up your coat, you appeared to be exhausted as you immediately began to strip as you wandered further into the apartment. Satoru glanced away when more of your skin became exposed. It didn’t feel right to leer at you in this moment of vulnerability. Satoru chewed his bottom lip as he tried to calm himself and focus on the task at hand. How was he meant to interrogate and arrest you if he was still caught up in the past? An electronic beep pierced the silence followed by some static. Finally glancing up again, he noticed that you were stood next to a landline and was listening back to messages. Satoru’s blood ran cold the moment he heard his voice. “Hey sweetheart,” Geto Suguru’s voice crackled on the loudspeaker. Satoru’s gaze narrowed as he watched you pause by the machine, staring down at it as you hung onto every word. “Good job with those Red Dragon yakuza guys… Glowing reviews as usual but that’s not surprising considering it’s you… I need to see you tomorrow night, same place and time as usual, right? Take care of yourself until then.” What the actual fuck. Satoru’s mind went blank and he saw red. Without another thought, he closed the space between you two and he did not flinch when you turned around and let out an ear-piercing scream. “Hi sweetheart,” Satoru’s gaze darkened at the sight of you trying to cover up your bare chest with your arms. “Care to explain why the fuck Suguru is calling you by my pet names?”