Haunting Echoes of the Past

The past

Gojo thought he would never be able to see Geto again, probably not in this life. Their breakup destroyed every single string that had kept them attached over the years they were together. Years that felt like a lifetime had already passed. He only realized this because the bags under his eyes were telling him he was no longer that teenager Geto fell in love with. The wrinkles were there too. For him, the world stopped, sadly, for everyone else it didn't.

Gojo was 39 years old, and he was already tired of the same old routine. Waking up felt like a nightmare for him, not only had he lost everything that he once cherished, but he also couldn't even bear being himself. "Gojo Satoru" he thought, "I'm nothing like I used to be." His name had been tarnished, he was full of regrets and shame.

Back to when Gojo and Geto met, they were only freshmen. Geto was on the floor and a bunch of teenagers surrounded him throughout the school hallway. They made fun of his eyes, of his personality; saying that Geto was just boring and quiet, but he never answered them. When they told him to leave, he just obeyed them.
The moment he left, he passed by Gojo's side. It was that moment when he saw that Geto was about to cry. It was a short instant, but enough to capture his attention. It felt twisted, but maybe that was the reason he fell in love at first sight. Geto's slanted eyes took over him in a few seconds, his long lashes and that mysterious purple color were the first taste of love and sickness that destiny offered him.

Gojo was young and was aware of the piece of shit he was. He didn't have the connections to his emotions like everyone else did. Most of the time, he would wear a mask. Try to play nice. Everyone else around him told him he was great, that he had great looks and the money. "What else do you need in life?" He thought.

Every day in high school was boring to him, nothing changed since he saw Geto like that, nothing but his uncontrollable desire to possess him.
He decided to do something about it, he needed to get close to him.
Not much later Geto became Gojo's new toy. He felt like a child provoking him, just to see his angry face, his brows furrowed, and his closed eyes with fear. Gojo didn't mean to hurt him on purpose — at least not at the beginning — he wanted to make him laugh or simply annoy him. Sadly, Geto was already hurt enough not to break down at his actions.

At the beginning Geto didn't react to any of his intentions and this angered Gojo. Desperate to get a reaction from Geto, he decided to go physical.
So, when Geto didn't show any interest in hearing his bullshit; Gojo would grab his hair and neck just to get him close to his face. To feel Geto's breath against his skin. He would grab Geto's shoulders and push him against the wall in an attempt to make him react to the pain.

He was getting more abusive, and it was all because of the boy he saw crying that day.
Gojo tried to be reasonable about it. But he didn't know where this obsessive and weird behavior was coming from. He only knew he had never felt this way before, never wanted to curse someone so badly just for them to stay by his side, to knelt to him, and shake in fear. Someone who was completely vulnerable and would never be able to disobey his orders and leave him alone.

Ieiri was the first one to realize about Gojo's weird behavior. They knew each other for years, but they never called each other's friends. The familiarity between them had always been there, liked it or not. She knew that most of the stupid boys he played around with were nothing but stupid teenagers. But Gojo was different, when the guys picked a victim, he only ignored it and stayed quiet. He never participated in the violence and plus, he was smart. He knew if the principal found out it would become a problem hard to ignore, and most of the time, he preferred the silence around him.
She found out that most of the time, Geto would be lying on the floor because some asshole decided to make fun of him and everyone else did the same. They pushed him, beat him up until part of his lips bled, his eyes were red, and this would later turn into a bruise that would be too hard to ignore.
For a while, no one did anything about it. Until he stepped in.

One day, Geto was lying on the floor, the same thing kept happening but this time they were hurting him more. Gojo saw him, and in that moment, his presence became so strong that everyone else feared him. His eyes were covered in rage, every step he took make everyone notice his tense muscles, his clenched fists, and furrowed brows. Ieiri had never seen him like this before. This moment stuck so hard in her heart that she only remembers the blood and screams of the bully who was begging Gojo to stop.
"Never touch what's mine." Gojo said as he walked out of the classroom clutching Geto's wrist so tightly that he was making a pained face.
They walked towards the schoolyard and when they were far enough from everyone else Geto made sure no one was watching and pushed Gojo to the floor. With his body on top of Gojo, he decided to hit him in the ribs, even in the face.

Blood was pouring out of Gojo's mouth, but he didn't stop him. He knew he deserved that. He also knew that this was the only way Geto could release his pent-up pain and anxiety.
Then he saw Geto's teary face again, this time he felt the tears falling directly to his face. He had hurt him. He decided to play with him, and it turned out worse. Geto didn't want his kindness, he didn't even want to be around him. Gojo was just as disgusting as the guys who beat up Geto that day.

"Now you want to play nice, huh? What do you want? You feel sorry for me?"

Gojo didn't speak. He only saw Geto crying. He was feeling aroused.

"You are a wonder." said Gojo, while grabbing Geto's fragile body and putting it against him. He was brimming with uncontainable joy.

From that moment on, Geto and Gojo became inseparable. No one understood how this happened, no one knew what they knew. When one of them was alone, the other would come immediately. At the beginning of their friendship, they didn't talk to each other. Things were already uncomfortable enough to pretend to like each other. They would sit in silence, eat their food, and then leave.
Gojo knew he couldn't get too close to Geto, he thought he didn't deserve it and knew Geto had finally stopped fearing him. However, it was better for Geto. And for now, he would settle with that.

After weeks of silence, Geto decided to speak to him first.

"Why did you do it?"

"What?"

"That time you stepped in. You hit that guy. Why did you do it?"

"I felt like it."

"Liar."
"I swear. And...I didn't like it." Gojo continued, fearing that Geto would not like the words that were coming from his mouth. "Seeing you vulnerable to other people."

Geto didn't say anything else. Gojo quickly noticed the blush in his ears. He was winning him over. Geto would be his, he would be Geto's.
Later, it was easy to realize that they had become close. Even when they didn't share basic things about themselves, they knew each other like the palm of their hands. Just by looking at Geto, Gojo memorized every single pore in his face, every single vein in his hand, every inch of his hair. He was obsessed with his essence, his delicate features, and slender waist. As for Geto, Gojo became his first love. He felt peace being around him, the discomfort Gojo had caused him was no longer there. Only his provocative smile and unfunny jokes. Even if the rest of the world didn't understand how their bond had become so strong, they were sure they belonged to each other.