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the story

A/N a song fic based on the song
"the story" by Conan gray (CONAN GRAAAYYYYYYYY *dies*)
Thought it would fit these hoes perfectly (⁠T-T⁠)<3

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"When i was younger, I knew a boy and a boy, best friends with eachother ; but always wished they were more"

Beautiful. The only word suguru could think of to describe the man before him bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Gojo satorou was beautiful. Everything from his silver wisps of hair to his cosmic eyes to his attitude, to suguru, Everything about him was beautiful.

"-guruuuu~ suguruuu can you hear me??? I know I'm gorgeous but I didn't think I could make the great getou suguru stare" getou snapped out if his daze to realize the angel before him was talking to him.

His mind went 'there he is!!! My favorite person! The light of my life! My best friend! I'd do anything for him, look at my mannnn'

He spoke "shut up you self obsessed brat" while laughing and bonking him on the head. (A/n: Itafushi flashbacks 🥲)
"I wasn't starting at you, I was zoned out" suguru elaborated.

"Zoned out thinking about me! I knew it ha!!!" Gojo laughed

Poor idiot. Didn't know how right he was.

"Sure, whatever you say satorou" suguru ruffled his best friend's hair with a soft smile. "You make it sound like you're head over heels for me" he teased back looking at satorou being all pouty that his hair is a mess now.

Another poor idiot who also didn't know how right he was.

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"Cuz they loved one another but never discovered cuz they were too afraid of what they'd say. Moved to different states"

The strongest. If only people could understand the irony in that statement. To this day suguru had a hard time defining what exactly the word "strong" meant. Holding a crying and shivering gojo in his arms covered in cold sweat at 2:52 am (A/N: the actual time I'm writing this story at 💀🤝) the nightmares were worsening each day.

He had nightmares too, seeing riko Chan get shot right infront of his eyes like that- it leaves a mark on people. He wouldn't waste time arguing about who had it worse. He'd rather spend it holding his world (gojo) in his arms and whispering sweet bullshit into his hair.

Words don't mean anything anymore but he couldn't think of anything else to give to the strongest jiu-jitsu sorcerer in the world. He didn't know when he started to think of him as the strongest sorcerer rather than his annoying lifeline of a best friend. Change hurts.

Satorou started coughing after apparently choking on his spit. Getou shushed him gently lifting gojo's head from the
Crook of his neck where he'd been nuzzling for the past who knows how long. Getou handed him water from the bedside table watching carefully as he drank it little by little with swollen red eyes tired from crying.

He handed the glass back to getou before cuddling back into the warmth of the only person who brought him comfort in this lifetime and the next however many. He'd hope for it.

Gojo was undeniably whipped for the godess holding him like he's the most precious thing in this wretched world right now. He knows. He knows how bad it is for suguru too. He noticed the weight loss, the dark circles,  the forced or non existant smiles. He was not the same getou anymore. Not his getou anymore. But he'd get him back. Whatever it may take, whatever needs to be sacrificed, he'd burn the world to see his beloved smile like he used to again.