limits. | satosugu

6. domain.

A/N: could not title this for some reason. If I change it after publishing, you saw nothing

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𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓

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If he doesn't look in the mirror for long enough he could almost forget exactly what he looked like. Just how prominent and striking his features were. How impossible it was to blend in and how recognizable he was. The bright blue eyes staring back at him never really felt like himself. As if whenever he looked in the mirror at his own reflection he was staring at someone foreign, alien.

There must be a disconnect somewhere in his brain that didn't allow him to tether the form he saw in the mirror to the self he knew he was.

He knew he was attractive, he's been called pretty, handsome, and any other similar adjective under the sun. He had become so indifferent to those terms that it never mattered to him what people said anymore.

When he started developing feelings for his best friend, only then did he start to care. He wanted Suguru to find him attractive, to think of him, get jealous when someone wanted to go out with him. It took a long time for that to actually happen. When they knew each other that first year, Suguru never complimented him, not even close.

To him, Satoru was just an annoyance. Which kind of just made the boy annoy him more if anything. He was just Gojo Satoru, his peer not Gojo Satoru the heir to the Gojo clan and possessor of the Six Eyes.

Sure, it had something to do with the fact Geto Suguru was not affiliated with any of them. He was born with a cursed technique and thrown into the world of jujutsu sorcery as a teenager rather uninformed. But even though that was the case, Satoru just knew he would be the same anyway. Suguru cared about a person's character more than anything, he was the only one who Satoru could truly say saw him.

In those years to the present, their relationship has changed drastically. Suguru at 15 would probably die before admitting he thought Gojo was handsome, and Satoru at the same age wouldn't have entertained the idea of Geto seeing him as anything more than a teammate, an ally but not a friend. Or later, a friend but not a lover. He knew what he wanted all along, but didn't even want to think of it as a possibility. Dreams don't bode well in the realm of reality.

Being able to see everything doesn't lend itself to the ability to see into the hearts of others. The inside isn't visible til it appears outward. Though he is unable to truly understand other people, he knows himself eerily well.

He finds it incredibly strange others aren't fixed in a state of constant self-reflection and evaluation. How do people just live without thinking about their own thoughts, then why they think that way as well? How do they not ponder on their childhood and see how it made them into a decidedly difficult adult? He knows himself, knows why he does things, and still it never changes anything at all. He still acts the way he does, still keeps people at arms length or pushes them away.

It's as though his life is a film and his mind knows only two seconds ahead of what is being presented, it changes nothing, but he knows everything before it truly even ends.

In Suguru's bathroom, Satoru tilts his head looking at his reflection. He's eyeing the place where Suguru had struck him. The man really did hit him hard. It would be foolish to ask him to do it again. His face was tinted red. With a shower and some time, maybe it wouldn't even be obvious that someone actually had hit him tomorrow. Though he wasn't so sure, it didn't help how pale his skin was. It didn't bother him if anyone could tell though, it was simply a thought.