Ink_in_mourning
"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 - 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙."
That's what Gojo says when the cameras start rolling. When the lights hit just right and everyone laughs on cue. When the world loves him the most for a version of himself that doesn't exist.
Geto doesn't believe in perfection. He believes in control, in silence, in pretending you don't care when you do.
And somewhere between ring lights and the microphones, between a hundred takes and a thousand lies, the two of them start mistaking exposure for intimacy.
Six influencers. One mansion. Millions watching.
Every confession rehearsed. Every glance recorded. Every truth edited until it looks beautiful.
Then one ten-second clip goes viral - Gojo's face unfiltered, exhausted, real. And suddenly, the show isn't entertainment anymore. It's a mirror.
Maybe Geto was right: authenticity isn't real.
It's just another performance.
One you can't edit out.
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Or that fic where Gojo and Geto's reality show becomes something quieter and crueler - two people performing love until one of them forgets it was meant to be pretend.
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Art on cover belongs to @WUREN64