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Author's POV
5 Years Ago
"Yo Suguru!" A first year Satoru called with a playful grin, waving his hand trying to get the attention of his eccentric best friend.
But it looked like the latter was busy, Suguru was talking to a girl... not in a normal way, but in a flirty way.
In the heart of Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru was known as a charming and charismatic playboy. With his suave demeanor and devilish grin, he effortlessly captivated the hearts of countless women. But behind his charming facade lay a darker truth-a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Gojo Satoru, Suguru's childhood friend and confidant, watched silently as Suguru left a trail of devastation in his wake. 
He witnessed the tears of girls who fell for Suguru's smooth words, only to be discarded like yesterday's news. Satoru felt powerless as he saw the emotional scars Suguru inflicted, the trauma etched into the souls of those who dared to love him.
It wasn't dramatic, it never was cause Satoru saw it himself. How the girls would beg.
"Please just tell him to call me..." The girl trailed off, she looked like absolute shit: she had her hair on a low pony tail but it wasn't neat, little hairs stick out, and her puffy eyes matched her big under eyes terribly. She had on a dirty sweater whilst hugging herself, "Please Gojo-san."
This girl suddenly showed up on Satoru's doorstep, on his fucking doorstep while looking like a homeless person, "Why... Why come to me?"
"Cause I know he only listens to you!" The girl then proceeds to break down to tears along with her heart slowly but surely falling apart.
But amidst the chaos and heartache, there was one girl who bore the brunt of Suguru's cruelty more than any other. Her name was Ayumi, a sweet and innocent soul who fell hopelessly in love with Suguru. She believed his promises of love and devotion, only to be betrayed time and time again.
As Satoru watched Ayumi's spirit crumble under Suguru's callous indifference, his heart ached with a mixture of sorrow and anger. 
He wanted to confront Suguru, to shake him out of his selfishness and make him see the pain he was causing. But he knew that Suguru was too deeply entrenched in his ways, too blinded by his own desires to see the damage he was causing.
Then one fateful night, everything changed. Satoru received a frantic call from Ayumi, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, "S... Satoru?"
"Ayumi-chan, is there something wrong?" Satoru shots up from his bed, him and Ayuni were close friends because of her relationship with Sugyru.
She then confessed that Suguru's cruel words had driven her to the brink of despair, pushing her to the edge of darkness, "I'm kind of bleeding... a lot, please help."
With a sinking heart, Satoru raced to Ayumi's side, praying that he wasn't too late to save her. 
He found her trembling and broken, her arms bearing the scars of self-inflicted wounds. In that moment, Satoru vowed to put an end to Suguru's reign of terror, to confront his friend and make him face the consequences of his actions.
As Suguru continued to prove himself through his actions, Satoru wrestled with his inner turmoil, torn between his loyalty to his friend and his desire to protect his sister. 
He couldn't deny the bond that had formed between them, the shared history and experiences that had forged a connection stronger than blood.
But deep down, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how much Suguru had changed, the specter of his past would always loom over their relationship. 
And so, he vowed to keep a close eye on Suguru, to ensure that he never strayed from the path of redemption and that his sister, you... remained safe from harm.
And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Satoru's resolve only grew stronger, fueled by the love and devotion he felt for his sister. 
For in the end, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always be there to protect her from harm, no matter the cost.
Cause he saw things that numbed his heart and hell will be damned if you were ever in the same position.
Present
"Where's Y/n?" Satoru asks, smoke basically coming out of his nose as he glared at the wall in front of him, your girly colored room.
Shoko crosses her arms in front of her chest before sighing," She's with Suguru."
"Why the fuck is she with him?" Satoru turns to Shoko with a glare who only glared back, annoyed by the attitude.
"Can you not for a second? You need to fix your shit with Suguru first." Shoko bites with a roll of her eyes.
Satoru shuts his mouth up for good before throwing himself back on the bed, looking at the cieling above him, trying to ease his breathing to calm himself somehow, "I'm sorry okay--- fuck, I didn't mean to lash out to him."
"Do you even understand his side? It's not that easy to face the person who was barely even there." Shoko reasons wanting to finish this as soon as possible.
"He needs it though!" Satoru sits up, raising his voice slightly.
"And it's his life!" Shoko raises her voice back, wanting to get a hold of the matter, "You have no idea what's going on with someone's life."
"I just wanted to help." Sadness begins to loom over the white haired, he rests both elbows to his knees whilst burying his face in his hand.
Shoko sighs, feeling the white haired more than ever, "There's nothing wrong with that--- But sometimes, let's let them grown on their own."
It finally came crashing down on Satoru on an instant, his mind making up completely at the new thought and mind set. Shoko was right, who was he to stand on Suguru's way of healing? Whatever the fuck it is, "I need to apologize to him."
"Obviously." Shoko answers with another roll of her eyes, Satoru finally stands up, "Come on, he's in your room."
With a final nod from Satoru they both exit your room with relaxed expressions.
Satoru let's out one final sigh, making up the sentences and words on what to say to his best friend to finally soften the situation for good. But before he can even turn the doorknow with his hands, he halted his movements, hands only remaining on the doorknob.
The knock on the door made him stop.
He looks back at Shoko waiting for the short haired to tell him who it was but she only shrugs her shoulder having no idea who was behind the door.
Without another word, Satoru walks out from the living room, leaving the choice of just going into the room for Suguru to make things right. Satoru, made up his mind.
He needed to answer the door, sometging was pulling him to it. And so there it was, as he slowly approached the door, the faint conversation of three person began to invade his earing senses.
"Despite being the asshole he was back then--- I mean, Suguru basically just called Y/n to fuck to be honest and I hate him for that." Nobara's voice booms from outside the door.
What the actual fuck?

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Okay, this chapter isn't long but the next one sure is.