IFHY
Geto was outside, smoking yet again with Shoko. They were gossiping with each other about the previous events.
The whole fight with Sukuna, the whole ordeal with Sukuna wanting Gojo, God it was tiring for him.
Geto just wanted a little bit of rest, alone time with his best friend and no distractions.
He took a puff as he looked over, seeing Nobara and ‘her gang’ coming over.
He glances in their direction, and both of the sophomores start chuckling. They both invite the kids to go talk with them, knowing that the kids will enjoy the gossip.
Geto put his hands in his pockets, listening to Shoko telling Nobara and the gang about the current Gojo situation. They all just looked dazed, staring in shock as the older woman told them about the bathroom situation.
How’d she know about it? Cause she heard everything. She was locked up in a stall so that none of the teachers can see her, (I mean, who would look in a boys bathroom for a girl?) and she heard groans and moans from two very specific voices.
Megumi also was present, even though Gojo didn’t even sense it, he was also in a stall. He was skipping class since, well, he had P.E with his deadbeat dad and he wouldn’t dare get in class and get another F- in sports.
He heard the squelches, the moans, the groans, the shuffling of abandoned clothes, the liquids. Gross.
Megumi just looked at the others, deadpanned, knowing that he does not want to remember his father figure getting fucked by his friend’s uncle.
He walks away, seeing an incoming hot dog stand and deciding to get some food for his fellow homie, hearing the faint sounds of their voices in the background.
Suguru took another puff of his cigar, looking off in the horizon. The school was spacious, and quite luxurious, even if the school is full of hobo’s and druggies.
Suguru took out his airpods, or rather said airpod as he inserted it in his ear. He lost the other one because Gojo took it during Kenjaku’s class and forgot to give it back, how romantic.
He turns on his phone and lets the link to mp3 music play in his ears, low quality since the one he uses is paid for quality and he was already in debt from Satoru.
“By the way, old geezer Geto, did you know that mr. Kenjaku is now grading all tests? I guess that whore Mahito found another bitch.” The younger brunette said, taking the weed stick out of her mouth and blowing off the smoke from her mouth.
“Ah, that’s nice.” He responds, knowing that he copied every answer on the test. He couldn’t care less about mr. Kenjaku’s class, he was very odd.
Kenjaku looked just like Geto, almost identical if not for the haircut. He looks like a grownup version of him, only knowing this information sent Suguru shivers down his spine.
He starts thinking again melancholically, thinking about the wasted potential him and Satoru could have.
Suguru more contained, Satoru more extroverted. They were both there for eachother, agreed with each other at all times, shared the same drinks. He doesn’t understand why Satoru doesn’t love him.
He misses the sweet nut faint taste of Satoru on his drink. This is the place him, Satoru and Ieiri-san would hang out usually; now Satoru is a suck up and rejecting the friend group.
He took another puff of his cigar before throwing in on the floor, stomping on it and dragging it against the hard concrete floor.
The kids go away since the bell rang, throwing their weed on the floor and running away. They wouldn’t dare be caught my Yaga, but the sophomores couldn’t care less.
They both just stood there, looking at each other, both feeling emptiness next to them.
Satoru used to be in the middle, taking up all the space and not letting any of them smoke, but they guess this is nice.
Some alone time without Satoru is nice, but without Satoru life is boring. He was the crackhead in the group, Shoko being laid bad and Geto being Geto.
They both saw principle Yaga walking over to scold them, so they both jumped the fence and went to the local shop, blocking out Yaga’s relentless screaming with their own.
They both run all the way there, giggling as they buy more snacks just incase.
Suguru’s finally in his dorm, opening the door, entering and closing it again. The place he used to call home. The place that he used to consider a blessing now considered a curse upon his mind.
Why did Suguru consider the place a misfortune in his eyes you say? Well, since he’s roommates with Gojo.
Ever since the day Geto heard about Satoru hooking up with Sukuna, he has dumped him. In front of a KFC.
He felt betrayed by Satoru, its not like they were in love, but the fact that he chose the Sukuna guy instead of listening to his word? He sighs.
He misses the days they used to share energizers, the misses the day that Satoru would flick the cigar right out of Suguru’s mouth. The peaceful nights they would lay in each others beds, when Suguru would kiss Satoru’s cold forehead.
Those days were over, now all they need is two more years and they won’t see each other anymore, hopefully.
He would of course still miss Megumi, Itadori and Gojo’s other kids. He liked being around people younger than him, honestly the kids saw both Gojo and Geto as their parents.
He sat down at the dinner table, noticing Satoru shifting away.
Even if Satoru had regretted being with Sukuna in a sexual relationship, he still liked him. He didn’t like the dirty talk, nor half the stuff he did, but rather he liked the attention he was getting.
Sukuna and Gojo were both the same kind but different, Sukuna and Gojo would be publicly together if Sukuna wasn’t such a whore.
But, Geto knew that. Geto saw Sukuna entering and exiting their dorms so many times, if he had a cent every time he visited he’d be a millionaire.
Suguru sighed, seeing the pink figure walking towards Satoru’s door again. He was sick and tired, though he didn’t care even talking about it.
Every time they tried to interact with each other, they rejected each other. They’re both magnets, though now they’re flipped. Satoru used to be the positive side to Geto’s already negative side, them both attracting each other.
Now, however, it’s as if Satoru went into a negative in Suguru’s live, now they’re both just fling each other away. Truly, truly magnificent.
Its as if they don’t even acknowledge each other anymore, well, at least Suguru doesn’t acknowledge him.
I mean, who would? After that betrayal that happened during school, after the way he left him in front of a KFC, why would he even put his head up with his shenanigans?
Its all useless, Geto thinks, pondering whether its really worth it to let Satoru occupy his mind.
He used to be so protective of him, now seeing Sukuna doing the same job as he used to do makes him laugh. Gojo really owns the title of player, huh?
He was starting to get a headache, trying to get it away by rubbing his temples before he heard the door opening.
Of course, it was Gojo. Who else would it be? Aside from Sukuna, but he’s already basically a part of the dorm; the place Geto used to consider home before he decided to come in and take away all his air.
“Hey, Suguru! Mind doing the dishes? I’m a bit busy and- “ Gojo gets interrupted with a loud thud from his door, instantly being shut. Geto mumbles under his breath, ‘do your own fucking dishes’, his obscene words being heard from the other room because his walls were paper thin.
He heard Satoru complain, but didn’t register his words. He couldn’t care less about him either way, he was now a stranger which whom he’d had a nice childhood and friendship with.
Just a figment of the person he was before.
His life was getting harder, his depression catching on, school being hard, at this point the only people he had near were Shoko and the kids, though not either one he could really talk to because Shoko was at medicinal and the kids are having their finals this year.
He could hear Sukuna and Gojo rumble in the bedsheets, groaning and squelching their gross liquids yet again, just like how the kid said it.
He starts getting less annoyed by the sounds after he remembers the kid’s words, Megumi was always the boldest but the most honest one out of the group. He was the only mature person there, he reminds Suguru a lot of him and Shoko. Maybe its polar opposites with Gojo? Who knows.
Why’s he even thinking of him again? Its not as if he occupies his whole brain, right?
He grabs a book and starts reading it, putting headphones in his ears and putting the music at maximum volume.
Though nothing was working, he could still hear them even with loud music at maximum volume, freaks.
He covers himself in blankets, getting absorbed by the warmth and the humidity underneath. The peace and quiet finally arrive his ears, not hearing any more moans. He wasn’t exactly happy, but whatever gets the job done.
He falls asleep, the heat in the sheets making him sleepy.
Wakes up at something poking him. He jolts out of bed, expecting Gojo to be there, probably to beg him to do another one of his chores. What he didn’t expect though, was Shoko.
“Wake up Suguru.. Cmon, time for school.” She says, and Suguru just looks at her with a dazed look.
“Uh- Huh? What do you me-… oh.” Suguru realises as he gets out of bed, hurrying to get dressed. This was probably the last time he’s going to school that semester, since he was worn out by his mind at the moment.