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Geto Suguru | Atoning For The Sin I Didn't Commit

Warning- Heavy themes, Very Angsty but I ain't Gege.

-----------► Instead of saving him from hell, he dragged you down with him.

You'd rather get robbed. You'd rather get attacked. You'd get cheated on. You'd rather lose a job and worry about having a roof over your head. You'd rather be miserable for the rest of your life. You'd rather be stabbed to death for your money, or what little possession you have.
At least the one harming you would be a stranger. Who knew it could hurt tenfold when the one doing the hurting was someone you personally knew. Let alone it was someone you adored, once loved.

Geto's eyes were cold and unmoving, as if watching a late 1900s series that nobody cared about but watched for the sake of filling the silence.
In this case, you were the tele screen Geto set his eyes on, so disturbingly still and so uninterested that one might think he was dead.
He seemed distant, unreactive even. The sound of your scream didn't seem to faze him. Nor did the distorted, ear-screeching chatters from the cluster of curses seem to annoy him. He simply gazed at you, not a trace of the breakdown or fits of rage from earlier displayed on his sharp features. He was simply watching.
Watching when the lumps of chattering curses he released finally reached you, whether by crawling or wriggling hysterically. Watching when thin fabric of your clothing were ripped apart piece by piece. Watching when the handful of hungry mouths extended over to you. Watching as small sets of teeth gnawed at your flesh, no biting, just chewing. Watching your red eyes burn with betrayal. Endless chewing while your flesh was still intact to your body. He only watched. And so did you. You could do nothing except to watch the small curses mutilate your own body, and struggle on the restraints tightly binding your hands behind your back, and your legs tied together.
You watch with hateful gazes, you watch through the blur of your tears, you watched with utter confusion as Suguru allowed everything to happen before his very eyes.
You heard a crunch, one of your fingers chewed off in a single delicate crunch. Not that you would have noticed this insignificant event occurring. Not while you're trying to bear the pain drumming in your heart. It was the shock of betrayal as it shakes everything you had ever known apart, it was the way your body rejected the truth of Geto Suguru, the one standing before you was the one torturing you. The very same person that had an unshakable place in your heart, a permanent resident in your mind and accompanied you in your fondest memories that you so proudly possessed. It was a pain insurmountable, insurpassable by the most gory of deaths.

Then Geto Suguru smiled. You were in pain. And he smiled.
It seemed forced and his lips quivered, eyes glossed. As if he was trying to convince himself he was happy. He seemed to go in to a trance.
Just as you snapped out of yours. Pain from all over your body finally caught up to you. And you screamed. Pleading, begging.
You screamed his name for the thousandth time. A name you had never thought you would treat in this manner. A name you used to love saying, loved the way it rolled off your tongue, loved the way it made you feel, loved the way you'd savour the name every time you called out for him. How you never thought that you'd one day use it in this manner.

How did it end up like this?

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There wasn't a single bad memory while you were still in Jujutsu High. Even though you were just a cleaner.
But what better things could a orphan like you ask for? A roof over your head, hot meals and a secure place to stay.
You had your distant relative to thank for, an assistant that worked on the campus, which pitied you and made an effort to secure a role for you, which was rather challenging as you didn't exactly have any sorcery background except being able to see curses.
It was already a dream come true. Your living conditions have never been better, and you were accepted. But you would laugh if you'd know you would meet life-long friends there, friends that were family-tight.
Shoko, Gojo and Geto.
There weren't many people your age there, each year had around three people max. Naturally, you being their age, having to constantly kicking their lazy asses out of their dorms to clean, having similarly outgoing personalities, the bunch of you became inseparable.
And then it was a period of time of just goofing around. Being hot-headed teenagers, and simply enjoying your childhood without a worry in the world. And of course, being teenagers and surrounded by attractive people, there was bound to have a little action involved. Gojo was who your eyes landed on first, but Geto was the one you fell for. There was just something that clicked.
While Geto was Gojo's saviour, you were Geto's. What you and Geto shared, could never be recreated. And for a good while, it was all about having fun.
But everybody knows good times don't last forever.
Just before the third and final year of class for Shoko, Gojo and Geto. You were offered a scholarship to enrol in your dream high school that you had been studying in whatever little free time you had. You took the offer in an heartbeat, after all, you had bigger dreams than stuck being a cleaner in a secret magical school. While you were devastated to leave your three friends, it was a decision made for the better. After all, you'd see them after a year anyways.