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"Maybe you should stop resisting and just admit it already.”
“Admit what?”
“Admit how badly you’re drooling over the thought of my cock right now.”OR: When a series of choices leads Gojo Satoru to intertwine his fate with Geto Suguru’s, the two are forced to confront a reality they have both been running from.
In our world, there are two types of people: those who stay rooted to the ground, and those who aim for the sky. We cannot choose where we are born, but we can choose which way we go.
When the time comes, which path will they choose?
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Satoru Gojo, a biomedical engineering major, believes cognition can be reduced to circuits, chemicals, and measurable systems. If you understand the neurons, you understand everything.
Suguru Geto, a psychology major, disagrees. Meaning, context, culture; none of it fits neatly inside a diagram.
An interdisciplinary course on neuroscience and psychology places them in the same lecture hall. University housing places them in the same dorm room. One semester. One space neither of them asked to share.
neuroplasticity
noun [ U ] - psychology - specialized
the brain’s ability to reorganize itself by forming new neural connections in response to experience. -
kentucky fried tears by HamsterQinghua
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
04 Aug 2023
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He’s staring dully off into space when you finally place down four buckets the size of your head on the small table, but snaps to attention as soon as the buckets land. You watch, with no mild sense of horror, as he finishes an entire bucket in the time it takes you to place the final one.
You hesitate. You feel like maybe you should say something.
“Are you… okay?”
“He was my one and only,” he blubbers out immediately among a mouthful of chicken, and you instantly regret even asking. “We were the strongest.”
You’re not exactly sure what that means. You’re not exactly sure you want to know what that means.
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or, you work as a cashier at KFC
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How To Disappear Completely by stinkydumbbunny
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
17 Feb 2026
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*** Currently editing***
Sharp. White lashes. Cold. Cruel. Scrutinizing the jagged lines of the collar bones sticking out from the oversized sweater hanging from my shoulders. They accessed me in in a mechanical way, noting every imperfection; the matted hair framing my face, the sunken in spaces beneath my eyes, the sickly complexion to my skin.He frowned, the corners of his pink lips turning down in a strange pout.
“Jesus, man, what the fuck happened to you?” The stranger turned, zipping his jeans up. “You look like shit, dude.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and stepped closer to the door. “Asshole” I muttered and rolled my eyes, standing awkwardly by the garbage can. The stranger grinned- no smirked- and turned swiftly. He dried his hands and pranced over to the overflowing garbage can. I took another small step towards the door, trying to clue the tall idiot towering next to me that I did not want to talk to him. He grinned widely, clearly ignoring my very obvious attempt at escape. He tossed the ball of paper towels into the garbage and leaned in. His eyes were curious and hungry. “I recognize you.”
I stared dumbfounded, he couldn't possibly be that stupid, right?
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i don't smoke (except for when i'm missing you) by persimmonsandcats
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
07 Sep 2024
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“Suguru,” a voice that sends him into a feverish state, like it’s his body’s muscle memory, “holding my hand after telling me we can’t be friends? How forward.”
Suguru turns on his stool and stares, heart all broken open. He’s too tipsy and filled with too much want, all spilling out from him, something no timed smoking break can contain. When did it ever? All his careful lies, all the rules he has lived by, tumble down inside him when he meets Gojo Satoru’s eyes again for the first time in almost two years. It feels like the first breath he has taken in a very very long time.
“Oh,” Suguru manages, vision swimming with cerulean and snow white, “there you are.”
Gojo smiles at him, smirks at him, and a crashing wave of sense memory washes over Suguru at the sight.
“Here I am.” Gojo agrees easily, slides onto the stool in front of Suguru, eyes gleaming. He doesn’t let go of Suguru’s hand, just plays with his fingers as he leans in close, a faint scent of amaretto and something citrus. “Now,” he murmurs, taps his foot against Suguru’s gently, “what are you going to do about it this time, hmm?”