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Location: Tokyo Jujutsu High
2nd year Student Shoko Ieiri didn’t even try to hide the shocked, yet amused, expression on her face when she looked up from her phone, hearing the familiar footsteps of her classmates approaching. If she hadn’t been so used to their antics, she might’ve actually been concerned about their sanity by now.
“Shoko! How are you on this beautiful morning?!” Gojo sang out, his voice impossibly bright, as if the entire world were his to conquer. He practically skipped past her, his practically radiated sunshine from his pores. It was way too early for this much enthusiasm, even by Gojo's standards.
“Beautiful morning to you tooo~ Geto,” she greeted, her lips curving into a smirk as Geto slowly trudged toward her, his face twisted into an almost comically tight scowl. The contrast between the two could not have been more stark—Gojo filled with unbridled joy while Geto looked like he was regretting every life decision that brought him here.
Geto let out an exasperated groan, his hand coming up to cradle his pounding head. “Shoko, please. Not today. It’s too early for this.”
Shoko’s smirk only deepened as she followed after them, still eyeing Geto with a playful glint in her eyes. “Tough morning?” she asked, pulling a cigarette from her pack and lighting it as they walked, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Geto shot her a tired look but didn’t respond. He wasn’t in the mood for anything that required even the smallest amount of effort. His mind was too foggy, exhausted from Gojo’s insistent rambling the night before. Robbing him of much deserved full nights’ rest. The morning was no better, as if the sun rejuvenated Gojo’s energy. He practically sprinted to the courtyard, dragging a bleary eyed Geto behind him.
Shoko raised an eyebrow, eyeing Gojo’s strange behavior with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “What’s gotten into him anyways?” she muttered, the hint of an amused smirk still tugging at her lips as Gojo continued to prance ahead, unfazed by his classmate’s confused stares. Shoko couldn’t remember the last time Gojo had been this weird, and this was Gojo.
Gojo couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. He had one very good reason to be excited today: Sakura.
It had been years since he last saw her, and though the memories had faded a little with time, there was one thing he would never forget about her—her smile. He could still picture her perfectly: the sparkling green eyes that seemed to catch every glimmer of light, full of life and curiosity. Gojo had never been the type to let sentimentality hold him back, but when it came to Sakura, he could never quite shake that feeling of protectiveness he’d always had for her. Their shared childhood had been a brief, golden time, filled with laughter, innocence, and the kind of carefree joy that only children could know. It was a chapter in both of their lives that seemed to stretch forever, but ultimately ended when Masamichi Yaga was called away on a long-term assignment overseas by the higher-ups. Gojo had been 12 years old at the time, and though he was used to the constant stream of changes and responsibilities in his life, nothing could prepare him for the day he had to say goodbye to her.
He remembered that perfect summer day vividly, the sunlight streaming through the canopy of an old oak tree, casting dappled patterns on the ground as the breeze played through the leaves.
11 year old Sakura stood in front of him, her small shoulders trembling as she struggled to keep it together. Her face was pale, and her emerald eyes, usually so full of light, were clouded with a sorrow she couldn’t quite mask. She gripped the hem of her skirt with shaking hands, trying to stay strong, trying to smile through the sadness. But Gojo could see through it all, he always could. He could feel it in the air, feel it settling onto his chest, the unspoken words between them louder than anything they could say.
“Papa…Papa says we’re going to have to leave for a while,” she murmured, her voice so small it broke his heart.
The words hit him like a punch. A while . A while was never a while. Not for Gojo. To him, it felt like it would be forever. Why did she have to leave? Why couldn’t she stay with him? Why did Masamichi have to take her away with him? The selfish part of him wanted to yell, to make it stop. He wanted to keep her close, force her to stay, where she could never leave him.
It wasn’t fair. But Gojo was just a kid. A spoiled, selfish kid. He was the pride of the Gojo Clan, used to getting whatever he wanted. And in that moment, what he wanted more than anything was to have his friend, his partner, stay with him. To keep their world - a small, simple, slice of happiness - the same. But that was impossible.
He knew it. They both did.
He wanted to tell her to stay. To beg her. But he knew better. She had to go. She’d hate him for trying to make her feel guilty, for making her choose between him and her father, her only family. He couldn’t be that selfish. So he stayed quiet, and just held her hand, feeling her tremble in his grasp. It was a small comfort, but it was all he could offer. Her attempt at a smile was so weak it made his heart ache. It didn’t reach her eyes.
He didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t know how to make her feel better. All he could do was stand there, helpless, as she wiped away the tears that had started to fall.
“It’ll be alright,” she whispered, and there was a sincerity in her voice that made him ache even more. “I promise I won’t forget you.”
Gojo held on to that promise. He wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it.
They stayed in touch over the years, the letters, the occasional calls. But it was never the same. Their bond, once unbreakable, slowly became distant, strained. Time and distance had a way of changing things. They both tried to keep their connection alive, but it felt like a losing battle. It didn’t help that Masamichi’s assignment kept pulling them further apart, and even when he finally returned to Japan, Sakura hadn’t come back with him. It was as if she had moved on—built a life somewhere else, without him.
There were times when Gojo thought he had finally lost her. Like she had forgotten her promise, and he was just holding on to a memory. That he was just clinging on to a childish memory. Maybe she had grown up, and maybe she didn’t need him anymore.
And then, one day, out of the blue, she called him.
“Satoru?” Her voice came through the phone like a burst of sunlight. Like spring had suddenly returned after a long, cold winter. Her voice . The one he hadn’t heard in so,so long. "It's me. I know it's been a while, I’m sorry. But I was wondering if you had some time to talk?"
He didn’t know what to say at first. The words felt surreal. He clung to every syllable, savoring the sound of her sweet voice, the way it made everything inside him feel warm again. Had it really been that long? Had it been months? Years even?
She finally gave him the best news he could have ever asked for.
“I’m coming back to Japan,” she said, and Gojo could hear the excitement in her voice. “ I’m going to be a student at Jujutsu High.”
And just like that, it was the five years they had spent apart seemed to vanish. She was coming back. Not just for a visit. Not just for a reunion. She was coming back to stay. And this time, she would be right there with him, side by side, as a fellow student at the school.
A part of him couldn’t believe it. She was coming back.
Gojo could barely contain himself after hearing that news. The week since her call has been an excruciating hell. But today was finally the day. She was finally here. Today was the day they were going to be meeting the new first years joining Tokyo Jujutsu High. Masamichi-Sensei had summoned them all to meet in the courtyard.
The sound of bell-like laughter reached Gojo’s ears, a sound so familiar, so enchanting, that it instantly pulled him from his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, he found himself sprinting toward the source of the laughter, ignoring Shoko and Geto’s surprised calls behind him.
When he finally reached the courtyard - It was as if time had slowed, and for a moment Gojo felt like he had forgotten how to breathe. Sakura stood with a graceful poise, a soft, knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was dressed in a Jujutsu High Uniform, a crisp white button-down shirt left slightly unbuttoned at the collar, giving her a more mature look. Her black pleated skirt barely reached mid-thigh, and her black thigh-high stockings stretched smoothly up to her mile long legs.
Her hair, though still the same pale pink, now swept up in a high ponytail with bangs that framed her face with a natural elegance. Her once round cheeks were now subtly defined, the playful innocence replaced with a confident, yet still warm radiance. Her eyes, though still a vibrant shade of green, held a depth to them that Gojo didn’t recognize. She was stunning. A beautiful young woman, no longer the child he had known, but a first-year student at Jujutsu High.
But it wasn’t just her appearance that took Gojo’s breath away—it was the way she carried herself. The energy around her had changed, something he could never miss with his Six Eyes. As if her very soul, her very being was beckoning him - calling him to her. Like a moth to a flame.
Gojo’s breath hitched in his chest as Sakura’s sweet, melodic giggle filled the air - then a sudden and a horrific realization dawned on him. He wasn’t the reason for her laughter. He wasn’t the only student at Jujutsu High. He finally became aware that there were others in the courtyard with them, 2 boys standing next to her, speaking with her. His face twisted with jealousy.
Satoru Gojo? Jealous? The thought made his chest tighten, suffocating him with its absurdity. He was Satoru Gojo—the Pride of the Gojo Clan, the first person to inherit both Limitless and Six Eyes in almost 400 years. He had everything. No one could rival him. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. His eyes narrowed, his stomach twisted. So why the hell did it feel like a dagger was lodged deep inside him every time one of those boys made her laugh?
When she laughed again it felt like something inside him snapped. The sickening realization settled deep in his gut: Yes, he was jealous. Because he was Satoru Gojo - he got everything he wanted, when he wanted it. And he wanted Sakura for himself. She deserved to be with the best, and no one else was as better than him.
Location: Tokyo Jujutsu High - Sakura’s Dorm
3rd Year Suguru Geto silently watched the girl in front of him, jaw clenched, the familiar frustration building in his chest, as she unwrapped the 2nd Grade Cursed Object from its Seal. Sakura began to tremble as she drew the cursed energy into her body, the all too familiar bone deep chill began to flow through her. Seeping into her limbs, filling that hunger in her, but just enough to silence the gnawing, never enough to satisfy. She closed her eyes; the cold and suffocating movements of the cursed energy coursed through her limbs, down her spine, filling her chest making it difficult to breathe. She closed her eyes, fingers tightening her hold around the cursed object, and bit back a pained groan. Taking in a slow and shaky breath as a growing sense of dread started clawing at her chest, tightening around her throat.
Geto was already moving when Sakura took a small unsteady step back. He effortlessly lifted her into his arms. He could feel her ice cold skin seeping into his own veins. Too cold. She felt so small, so fragile in his arms. His grip tightened as he walked over to the couch, quickly draping a blanket over her, doing what he could to comfort her through yet another feeding .
Sakura tried to draw in another painful ragged breath, she almost groaned in relief when she felt Geto’s warmth enveloping hers, if only it wasn’t so painful to breathe. She hated feeling this way, small, vulnerable, weak. But worst of all she hated causing others around her to worry, hated they had to see her like this. She had already caused them so much trouble with Nanami and now this too. Geto’s face softened when she leaned into him, he rubbed comforting circles on her back, though he knew it wasn’t enough.
He never thought he would ever meet another sorcerer with an innate technique that would involve the consumption of cursed energy. He was envious that Sakura never had to taste cursed energy like he did. To him consuming cursed spirits tasted like swallowing rags soaked in vomit - an indescribable taste that no one else could truly understand. She just had to touch a source of cursed energy with her hands in order to feed. Making her an especially deadly hand-to-hand combatant against cursed spirits. Sakura equated her consumption of cursed energy as a sort of temporary relief, something to help settle and center herself. But it never felt enough to fully satisfy.
“Like eating a side salad when you really wanted a juicy steak!” Sakura laughed at Gojo’s ridiculous, although fitting metaphor.
Her innate technique left her unable to produce curse energy within herself, but still allowed her to control the flow and channel it through her body. Leaving her feeling empty, hungry. And just like him she too suffered from consuming cursed energy; being overcome by sudden paranoia, suffocating dread or overwhelming grief was just something she had come to accept. He was always worried every time she faced down a curse spirit, every time she had to feed from a new source of cursed energy. Negative emotions accumulated and fermented over time to create these curses in the first place. They could never predict what the side effects would be like until after she started consuming enough cursed energy, but by then it would be too late.
“Suguru, you always worry. I’ll be fine.” Geto’s arms crossed tighter, his 6’3 frame towering over her 5’4 one, as if trying to intimidate her to listen to him. She rolled her eyes at his usual antics; unwrapping the black leather seals around her arms to freely allow her to use her innate ability unimpeded. “And it's just a Grade 3 spirit at best.” The lines around his eyes deepened as his disapproval and concern were clearly painted on his handsome face. Sakura pouted. “Suguru, I'm hungry. And besides,” She smiled at him - effortlessly bright and innocent - catching him off guard, “nothing will happen to me anyways cause you're here.” For a split second all of the tension in his body seemed to loosen. She happily took that as a sign of approval to the plan and back flipped down from their vantage point - landing a full forced punch on the cursed spirit.
She always does this, he thought to himself, jumping down to make sure she was alright. Her faith and the weight of her trust she had in him was both a comfort and a burden. With just a smile she made everything feel like everything would be ok.
Sakura, you really don’t understand what you do to me Geto thought to himself looking down at the girl in his arms. He could no longer sense any curse energy coming from the object in her hands. Her breathing was no longer labored and her skin was returning to its normal healthy hue. Her long dark lashes fluttered open, bright emerald eyes locking with his gentle purple ones. “How are you feeling?” He asked gently, reluctantly letting her out of his arms when she moved to stand up.
Sakura stretched, revealing more of her toned stomach as she did so, her body stiff from the freezing cursed energy that coursed through her body. She smiled as she spoke, brushing it off. “Oh the usual - hungry, but I’ll be ok for now. There wasn’t much cursed energy left in this one. Seems like I had drained most of it from last time. I’ll need to ask for a new one from Papa to keep around.” She placed the now curse-free object back in its original container and began wrapping the thin leather seals around her arms, her curse tool that was more of a safety net, in case she ever lost control. Sakura missed the displeased look on Geto’s face when he realized she would have to feed again so soon.
“Any word from Satoru?” Their companion was chosen to go get them some dinner, being the faster of the 2 boys it made the most sense. Though, as usual it was a battle between the two. But all it took was one small request, an off handed comment from Sakura about craving some anko dumplings from her favorite restaurant almost an hour away. That was enough for Gojo to agree, happy to fulfill her request.
“He said he’s about 20 or so minutes out.” Geto said, putting his phone away, just watching Sakura scurry around her dorm. He was relieved to see her back to her usual self. Seeing her question her own abilities, question her own control, it was painful to see her struggle and doubt herself like that. This Sakura was the Sakura he’s always known; a hard worker - tirelessly training to perfect her control of cursed energy, meticulously utilizing her resources in battle to optimize her resources while minimizing the negative repercussions from her innate ability. She was a brilliant strategist, always thinking three or four steps ahead, considering not just her own weaknesses but also those of her allies. She was the one made sure to minimize the casualties not just for sorcerers, but for non-sorcerers as well. She was also frustratingly selfless, constantly ready to put herself in harm's way for the sake of others. It wasn’t an act of heroism, it was just who she was - no hesitation or calculator. She just threw herself headfirst into the fire, no thought of her own well being. It was maddening - Geto wondered just how much of herself she was willing to lose for everyone else's sake.
Sakura plopped down on the couch with a tired sigh, her body heavy with the weight of the day’s events. When Gojo had left to get dinner. She'd showed and changed into a simple scoop-neck tee and a pair of shorts. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, but she didn’t notice how much it affected Geto, who couldn’t seem to stop himself from looking at her. Even now, as she sat there, her unguarded, exhausted self still had the uncanny ability to take his breath away.
She had no idea, of course. It was infuriating - and yet somehow endearing - how unaware she was of the effect she had on people. She was completely unaware just how much attention she commanded whereever she went. Her beauty was…otherworldly, ethereal - the kind of beauty that stopped people in their tracks. She gave smiles effortlessly, spoke with such warmth that even the most frightened person would be reassured. Never has she realize how much power her smile held. He’s lost count how many admirers and braver souls he and Gojo have had to scare away whenever they were out. There was something about Sakura, something unspoken but undeniable, that made them come undone, stumbling over their words or losing all sense of composure just to get her attention. To be near her.
He’s long suspected that Masamichi’s protective nature was the reason Sakura was often assigned to missions with either Gojo or himself. More often than not, the three of them would go out together—three special-grade sorcerers on a single mission, seemingly overkill for what was usually a straightforward task.
The few times she wasn’t sent out with either Gojo or himself she was sent out with her fellow 2nd years, Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara. Nanami … that's right, remembering the boy’s name brought back a bitter realization he had come to earlier that night.
“Sakura, can I ask you something?” Geto’s voice was gentler than usual, laced with something darker.
Sakura’s eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze. She raised an eyebrow, then slowly nodded, her voice soft. “Yes?”
“It’s about what happened two days ago.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to scare her or make her feel more burdened than she already was. “Did Nanami… force himself on you?”
Her eyes went wide, and her face turned bright red in an instant. Her heart seemed to stop, panic flooding her chest. She had no words—just the weight of sheer embarrassment that crushed her from the inside. She looked away, trying to hide her face as tears started to well in her eyes.
Geto saw the redness creeping up her face and took her silence the wrong way. His eyes hardened with a sharp anger that sent a chill down his spine. The words came out before he could stop them, each one more furious than the last. “That fucker. He’s dead. Why didn’t you say something the right way? Is that why he’s in a coma, because you attacked him?” His voice was low but filled with such rage that it made his body tremble. “Were you scared that you’d be in trouble? Is that why you kept quiet?”
Sakura’s face was burning, her head was spinning. She had never felt more humiliated in her life. No. No, that’s not it at all, she wanted to scream, but the words just wouldn’t come. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, she felt the tears well up, choking her. The last thing she wanted was for Geto to think that about Nanami—that he’d hurt her. No! S he was to blame for it, she hurt him. He’s in a coma because of her.
Geto saw her still, her face buried in her hands, and something in him snapped. Without thinking, he pulled her into an embrace, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Her shock still lingered in the air between them. His mind was filled with nothing but rage. “Sakura, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice deadly as his grip on her tightened. “It’s okay… he won’t hurt you ever again.” he would make sure of it.
Sakura’s voice broke through the haze of his anger, and her words hit him like a punch to the gut. “No!” she cried, trying to pull away from him, her face still flushed with embarrassment. “You’ve got it all wrong, Suguru. I kissed him…”
His heart stopped. For a second, Geto couldn’t breathe. His mind was racing, trying to process what she’d just said. What? He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on her shoulders, but his expression was one of confusion rather than rage.
Sakura, her hands trembling, tried to bury her face in her palms, but it was too late. The words were out, and now she couldn’t take them back. “Urrggg,” she groaned in horror , trying to make herself small, wishing she could vanish entirely. She had never been more mortified in her life. “I kissed him, Suguru!” God. Why couldn't this have been Shoko-Senpai or even Mei Mei-Senpai. She just told one of her best friends about her first kiss. Her terrible, terrible first kiss. It was so bad it landed the guy in a coma.
Sakura kissed Nanami? The words echoed in Geto’s mind, the shocking news causing his chest to tighten. He stared at her, his grip on her shoulder tightening, his mind reeling as his heart hammered in his chest. Nanami didn't steal her first kiss… she gave it to him. That felt like an unexpected blow to the gut. Sakura, unaware of the emotional turmoil swirling within him, dropped her hands from her face, looking at him in confusion. Her eyes, bright emerald eyes wide with innocence, only seemed to deepen his inner turmoil. “Suguru?” She asked, softly, her voice laced with concern. The word coming from her lips with the softest breath, the sound so natural, so effortless.
Geto’s heart skipped a beat as she spoke his name, and his hands slowly started to move, one falling to her waist, and the other rising to gently cradle her face. His thumb gently brushed over her lips. Her lips like soft, pink petals. The way she said his name, it wasn’t seductive. It wasn’t calculated. It was just her being herself , so effortlessly unguarded, so unaware of the effect she had on him.
He couldn’t pull his gaze away from her lips, watching how they moved so softly when she spoke, how her breath caught just enough to make him feel like he was the only one in the world who mattered in that moment. His chest ached with the intensity of it, the quiet pull of desire curling around his heart, tightening in his stomach.
Before he could stop himself, he was leaning in, drawn to her like a moth to the flame. It wasn’t an act of seduction. No, this was something else . A quiet, inevitable force that he’d tried to deny but could no longer escape.
The moment his lips touched hers for the first time everything nothing else in the world mattered. Why did I wait this long to do this? The kiss was deep, intense as Geto tightened his arms around her, afraid she would pull away. A small, shy whimper escaped her lips, enticing a growl from Geto. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, at the same time pulling her hips flushed with his.
Sakura gasped against his lips when she felt the heat of his body pressing into hers. Geto took full advantage of it and slipped his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her to respond. She did, shyly, not quite sure what to do, Geto didn’t mind. He just kissed her harder, wanting to draw more from her. He wanted to make her gasp, whimper and sigh - to greedily swallow all of her adorable little noises for himself.
Sakura pushed on his muscled chest, pulling away desperate to catch her breath. One breath, that's all she could manage before Geto captured her in another heated kiss. He effortlessly pulled her onto his lap, never once releasing his claim on her. Her arms found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. He groaned into her mouth as her soft breast pressed into his hard chest, his hands roamed over her body. Everything about her was just intoxicating . He just couldn't get enough; her taste, her warmth, the softness of her lips against his.
Sakura’s mind was overwhelmed with all the sensations; pleasure, warmth, happiness, a hunger satisfied. She gasped - feeling Geto smirking against her lips pulling her even tighter against his hard body - a rush of something surged through her, sending a wave of addictive pleasure coursing through her veins - and seemingly through Geto as well. Catching him off guard, he pulled away and buried his face into the soft curve of her neck, moaning at the sensation. Their labored pants filled the room.
Geto swallowed, lifting his head to look at the girl slumped against his chest desperately trying to catch her breath. Sakura was a vision, her bright eyes heavy lidded, hazy with pleasure, still lost in the sensation he had given her. A soft flush colored her cheeks, and her lips - those soft, addictive lips - were swollen and bruised. And were just begging for more of his attention.
He moved to lay the girl on the couch. He gathered both of her tiny wrists into one hand and pinned them above her head, chuckling when she blinked up at him, clarity coming back to her for a moment before he claimed her lips again. Geto groaned as Sakura arched her body up into him as that same intense wave of pleasure washed over them both - no , it was better than before and didn’t seem to end. Geto pressed his larger body onto Sakura’s smaller one, fully pinning her down. Only one thought went through his mind. Mine .
Sakura felt like she was drowning, consumed by an intense, unpredictable force that spiraled through her, pulling her very core in every direction. It was as if the ocean’s currents, fierce and relentless, were ready to drag her beneath the waves. Yet, within the turbulence, she could sense the soft, soothing undercurrent—a calmness. Like the ocean on a windless day. A smooth, unwavering, quiet strength just beneath the surface, as if it were holding her steady before the storm.
Is… this Suguru’s…cursed energy?
“What the fuck do you think you're doing Geto!?”
The waves of pleasure, and of the oceans unyielding but calming waves no longer coursed through Sakura’s body. The warmth of Geto's presence was ripped away, leaving her feeling cold, disoriented, and empty. Her vision blurred, and she struggled to focus, but through the haze she could make out a figure - Gojo’s form towering over Geto’s.
Confusion gripped her mind as she tried to get up, to stop them, but she found her body too heavy. Panting, she curled into herself, what’s going on? Deep within her she knew she didn’t need to feed, having absorbed just enough cursed energy from that cursed item. She was sure of it. Did, did I do it again… her eyes shifted over to Geto, who was haughtily smirk plastered across his face as he looked up at Gojo as who held him by his collar. No… It didn't happen again, I didn’t lose control. She didn’t think she did, Geto was ok. At least he wasn’t in a coma… but she still wanted, no craved , something.
She closed her eyes, unable to control the whimper that escaped her lips. She still felt hungry, wanting just a bit more to feel fully satisfied . Sakura felt a pair of strong arms lift her effortlessly, pulling her against a strong hard body. Her pulse spiked, confused she opened her eyes and her gaze locked with Gojo’s vibrant blue eyes - striking, intense and full of…desire?
A low, slow chuckle rumbled from Gojo’s chest as he leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to hers. She could feel his fingers trail to the back of her neck, shivering as his touch burned against her skin, as he drew her even closer. His warm breath ghosted over her lips. “My turn…”