1065 words Gojo reader broken bracelet - lovers au. 2011
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You and your best friend, Geto have loved each other for as long as you can remember. Well, as long as your memory lets you remember that is. Recently, you've struggled to remember certain things.
One thing you would never forget however, is his face. Gosh, that face made your heart skip a beat. Seeing his smile, how perfect he is, how good he smells, even when he holds your hand solely to see your matching bracelets side by side.
You would never tell him any of that. You were afraid he would hate you. Well, you were afraid he would stop talking to you. Today, your nightmare came true.
You and Geto have gotten in a terrible argument. It wasn't your fault. You were just too kind for his liking.
"Suguru, explain." You demand, your voice having a slight shake to it as you stare at the black haired man you once loved so dearly.
"Why did you say you would kill everyone that isn't a sorcerer?" You question, holding back your anger. You never ever wanted to hurt a living being, even simply injuring a non-sorcerer in a fight broke you to pieces.
And to see your best friend turn against your every wish? It felt like whatever God there was, betrayed you. Your stomach ached in pain, your blood running cold as he stops walking, refusing to look at you.
"Even your parents?" You ask, your voice toughening up, clearly struggling to keep it together as he just stares at the ground.
"There's a point to it, a significance." You hear him say casually, as if he isn't breaking you down to pieces. Hearing his voice, the voice you once loved so dearly. The voice you used to listen to sing you to sleep after terrible, trauma induced panic attacks.
You see the bracelet you have the matching one to through his shirt sleeve, your chest tightening. You desperately wanted to reach out and hold onto him; whatever bit of him you had left.
"You're gonna kill everyone? Just have a world of sorcerers only?!" You yell out, not believing the stupid statements that had left the man's mouth.
You never thought the day would come where you genuinely start to hate your best friend, the man you wanted to one day kiss, take the last name of.. Hear yourself get called "Satoru Geto." But, now you would hear yourself get called "Sato" for the last time.
Geto had created a nickname for you a while ago, when you two first met. "Sato" is what he would always call you. It made him smile seeing your face light up in excitement hearing his voice. He always loved you.
But, he would never get a chance to admit it. You hated him. "You could never do it, could you Sato?" He asks, finally turning to face you. You thought seeing him would bring you comfort, but you involuntarily gag.
Seeing the man you thought you would always love look at you face to face after admitting he hated non sorcerers was disgusting to you. "Are you the strongest, because you're Satoru Gojo?.. Or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?" He asks, your eyes widening as your stomach aches worse.
You were.. defeated. You didn't know what to do anymore, you wanted to curl up and cry; hug him, beg him to stay; something. You didn't want to lose your best friend; your only friend you truly, dearly loved. Yes you would have Utahime, Shoko and Nanami, but none of them understood you like Suguru.
You desperately wanted to yell out "don't go." But your throat closed up, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "I've chosen how I want to live my life." You stand there, desperately wanting to kill him, your hands shaking as tears begin to stream down your face.
He turns away; about to walk off. He senses the urgency and desperation in your movements to kill him but alas, you fail. You could never kill him. You couldn't ever even stomach knowing the fact you; the strongest sorcerer, had killed your soulmate.
"Go ahead and kill me if you want, at least there would be a point to that." He says, his voice staying calm. Despite his lack of emotion, he himself was ok the brink of tears. His own words cut through his mind like Toji's sword. At least that would be less painful.
Your hand clenches into a fist, watching him walk off, his saunter you once loved, disgusting you. You couldn't help it, you wanted to love seeing him. You wanted to miss him, but no matter what, you could never find the love you once had for him.
Later on, when you soon arrived back home, you were gutted. All you wanted was to call him and vent to him how you would after any hard day, but alas, you can't. You find yourself picking up your phone, laying on your side in bed, tears staining your pale face and bed sheets; watching your fingers mindlessly open your messages, unpinning him and deleting his contact.
It ached. You wanted to call him and cry your heart out to him about how you didn't care and just wanted him back. But; despite wanting to act so badly on your selfish needs, you don't. You wanted to protect the innocent much further than you wanted him back.
Even if you never want to admit or own up to it, that was wrong. You couldn't care less about random people you didn't know, but your heart was bigger than your brain, and refused to let you act on it. You would gladly injure someone if it meant you could keep him, but even admitting that to yourself in your head made your chest tighten, your blood run cold.
it was disgusting.
You rip off the bracelet you two made, no longer able to stomach seeing it on your wrist. Despite your rough treatment of the beads and string, you pick up all the fallen plastics, placing them in the mug the black haired man got you, you never used.
"I love you Suguru."
. . . "I hate you satoru."
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A/N chat i hate everything this was probably the saddest angst ive ever written don't fw me
