𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - zhongli!reader x jjk

𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

AS THE oldest of the archons, [name] knew best, of all people, that experiences came from age, and from experience, came improvement. 

using this philosophy, it was clear to [name] that gojo satoru was a big, fat liar. the cheery facade he kept up at all times, the upbeat voice. 

all of it was a lie. 

none of his students would ever catch him staring wistfully out of the window, constantly tracing the pattern of his jujutsu button. the perks of being to an omniscient god, of course, was that you knew everything. 

you knew that if you opened the journal gojo insisted he didn't own, each and every page would be filled with sketches of a man, with his long hair drawn back into a bun. a box full of polaroids was hidden carefully under his bed, each photo documenting the two men's high school years, joyous expressions clear on each photo. 

this was the real geto suguru. not the one with stitches across his forehead, not the one who flounced from street to street, committing crimes that were never on his agenda in the first place. 

that, too, was a fake. 

in fact, at this point, [name] thought that it was safe to say that gojo's entire life was a lie. 

but, if anything was clear, it was the love he had for his students. maybe it was the way he saw geto in megumi, himself in yuuji, and shoko in nobara. the way that their dynamics just fit so perfectly, the parallels aligning right in front of his face. 

ghost touches of warm skin would give gojo goosebumps, a familiar laugh often ringing in his ears, to the point that he would have to remind himself that he wasn't seventeen anymore. 

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nanami kento seemed to be missing a part of himself. certainly, the man hid it well, acting perfectly normal on the day, a deadpan expression always on his face. 

but, upon closer observation, he always bought two pieces of bread, always sat at a table for two, and could often be caught turning to talk to someone, who was no longer there. 

happiness is fleeting, and so was life. haibara yu had experienced the short end of the stick with that, happy 'till the end, but end met much too soon. 

nanami was happy, he thought, to have been able to experience such a cheery presence in his life.

even if he was gone now.

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itadori yuuji had a large burden on his mind. of course, the boy wasn't very smart to start out with, constantly fretting over how getting injured in fights would make him dumber than he already was.

at least he was self aware. 

but, when he truly put his mind to it, and thought about what he was doing, he would always come to a blank.

what was he doing? the king of curses was sealed inside of him, and no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he insisted that it was for the good of others, the end of the line would always be death. 

a death he didn't deserve, a death he didn't ask for. 

itadori yuuji was aware that he was a selfish coward, but he couldn't help but constantly wish for his normal high school life back. 

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geto suguru felt nothing but impending doom and guilt. 

"__________..."

the treasured last words that satoru had spoken to him, bringing a smile to his face even at the very end. 

"hey... at least curse me at the end, satoru..."

and that was it. a void, nothingness, a blank space. 

he wasn't dead, but he certainly wasn't alive either. he sat, helpless in his own mind, watching his body obey the orders of someone else. of course, he admits that he would never falter in his own ideals, but this was not the way to carry them out, nor was it the way that he wanted them done. 

kenjaku was a fraud, using a dead man as a scapegoat. 

geto wasn't even sure whether or not he had a consciousness at all, until a day ago. 

he didn't need sleep anymore, not since the incident. but sometimes, he liked to just lay there, in the middle of nowhere, and close his eyes. 

where had he failed?

however, when he opened his eyes, for the first time in a while, a light shone in the void, far away. 

"fight."

and that was it, the light fading as quickly as it came.