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Disclaimer: most things will keep to the original story; however, Toji was not involved in killing Riko. It did happen, and everything happened the same way, Toji was just not involved.
You wake to the sun shining through the white, lace curtains in your bedroom. Slightly dazed, you reach your hand to the other side of your bed to find your fiancé missing from his usual spot. Slowly, you sit up taking in the sunlight and the lack of the man always in bed next to you.
“Sugu?” You call out sleepily.
“Hmm?” You hear him call from your attached bathroom.
Hearing his voice calmed you. He walked back through the door and came to sit beside you, arms already reaching for you as he settled back in bed.
“Sorry, Angel. I went for a run this morning and wanted to shower before coming back to bed. You ok?”
“Yeah.” You nuzzled your face deeper into the crook of his neck. “I was just thrown off.”
He held you closer and pressed a kiss to your head.
“I’m here. Go back to sleep.”
Hearing his voice and feeling his arms around you made it easy to fall back to sleep.
It must have been hours since you had previously woken up. Suguru was still beside you this time. His long, dark hair scattered across his pillow case. His chest moved up and down deeply as you watched him. His eyes were open unlike you originally thought. He was awake.
“You ok?” You must have startled him because his head turned sharply towards you when you spoke.
“I’m ok. Just thinking about a conversation a friend and I had.”
“About what?” You shifted, perching your chin on his shoulder to look more clearly at his face as he spoke.
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
He turned on his side to face you. Gently, he brushed his fingers through your hair.
“I love you.” His voice was so soft, it almost seemed like it couldn’t have come from such a strong, large man.
“I love you too.” His lips met yours in a deep, but delicate kiss. His hands held you against him as his lips moved from yours to your cheek, your neck, your head before finally settling back on your lips.
Suguru had been different since the mission he and Satoru had been assigned to 3 months ago. No one would tell you what happened. All you knew was it didn’t go as planned and both Satoru and Suguru came back completely changed. Suguru had struggled a bit with depression and anxiety in the past, but since whatever happened on that mission, it was much worse. He had constant nightmares, panic attacks that didn’t seem to be triggered by any one thing, and a sort of PTSD that caused his behavior to be more intense than he had ever been previously. You had begged Yaga and Gojo to tell you what had happened, but they both refused. Your anger grew when you saw that while your fiancé couldn’t get out of bed some days, Satoru only seemed to grow stronger somehow. He was being sent out on higher ranked missions alone instead of with Suguru. On the contrary, Suguru was used for smaller missions that Gojo was simply too busy for these days. The once inseparable duo fell apart. There was no fight, no bad blood, they were just changed. You watched as that truth tore through the man you loved. Satoru was the only person who could understand what he was going through. Except, he didn’t. And Suguru got left behind.
“Are you with me, Baby?” His voice broke through your thoughts. You looked at his face again. He seemed like himself right now. His old self.
“I’m here. I’m sorry.” You stroked his arm that held your face.
“I have to leave in a few. They’re sending me out again.” He explained.
Dread washed over you. He struggled enough through daily life, but when he went on missions, things got so much worse.
“Will you be back tonight?” You asked.
“Yes.”
“Be careful, ok?” Previously, you had tried begging him not to go. You had tried bribery, going behind his back to Yaga, crying, sulking, nothing worked. It only caused anger and tension between you. Neither of you needed that.
“Of course.” His hands were on your back now. They rubbed up and down your spine before pulling you closer for another kiss before he peeled himself out of bed to get ready.
“Satoru, are you with Suguru? He isn’t answering my calls. I’m getting worried. Have him call me. Thanks.” It had been hours since your fiancé should have been home. This was so unlike him. He never went this long without communicating. He had been sent out on a grade 1 mission, but that was this morning. He hadn’t responded to your texts, calls, or voicemails. Just radio silence. To make matters worse, Satoru also wasn’t answering his phone. If anyone other than you would know where Geto was, it was still Gojo. Aggravated, anxious, and panicked, you threw your phone down on the couch so hard it bounced off and clattered on the floor.
“Where are you?” You thought.
You must have finally dozed off around 3 am, but you awoke with a fright to pounding on your door. Immediately, you jumped up and raced to the door trying your best to ignore the bile rising in your throat from the anxiety you felt. You threw the door open to reveal a hysterical Gojo.
“Y/N! Where is he?” Satoru cried like an injured animal as he pushed past you into yours and your fiancé’s shared home.
“He went on a mission early this morning. I’ve been calling you, him, Yaga, everyone. No one was answering me! You’re telling me YOU don’t know where he is?!” The panic intensified as your body started to shake and go numb.
“Oh god.” Satoru’s legs gave out from under him and he fell to his knees in your living room floor. “Oh god no. They’re right.” His voice was filled with pain, tears fell freely from his infamous blue eyes.
“Satoru-“ your voice was so quiet. It was smaller than you have ever heard yourself.
“He’s gone. He went crazy, Y/N. He-“ his eyes finally found yours, but they were void of their typical light and child like joy. Instead, what remained was haunting. “He killed people. Whole villages. He killed his parents. He defected from Jujutsu society.”
Somehow before you knew it, you ended up on the floor beside Satoru. The two people who loved Geto Suguru most in the world left empty by his betrayal and abandonment. Neither of you moved for what could have been minutes, hours, days. Finally, Shoko and Nanami showed up and moved you both from the floor to the bed. The same bed Suguru had kissed you goodbye in before leaving you behind forever. Had he known then that he wouldn’t return? Gojo pulled you from your thoughts with his sobs. You had been so angry at him for seeming to be ok after what had essentially broken Geto, but now, all you wanted was his comfort. He was the only other person in the world who could understand what you were going through. Satoru and Suguru were soulmates too. They made up a large fraction of each other. Their love was as strong, as deep, and as meaningful as yours and Suguru’s. Through tears, you reached your hand towards Satoru. He grabbed it and pulled you into him. Once you felt his arms, his sobs, the tears that bled into the skin on your neck from where his face rested now, your own tears began to fall. Your tears were different than Gojo’s. They were silent. You didn’t scream or cry out. The tears came freely and dripped into Satoru’s hair. Your arms held onto him desperately, limbs tangled together to become one being of sorrow and grief. Eventually, you both fell into a restless sleep, but when morning came and went, neither of you moved from the bed. The scent of Suguru Geto lingered here in his bed, in his home. The last two pieces of his heart remained here. Even after weeks, neither of you could bear to get out of bed for much. You and Satoru became ghosts, barely ever speaking, or moving. You both just held and comforted each other. Shoko and Nanami would come by to help you both shower, change clothes, eat, change the bed sheets, and clean up the tissues, water bottles, etc that lay around the bed you had both practically made your home. Yaga would stop by and plead you both to get up, go back to work, go outside. Then pleading became yelling and demanding before Satoru got so upset, he almost hollow purpled his own teacher. Yaga didn’t come back after that.
“Do-“ Satoru started one night in the darness before taking a deep breath to continue. “Do you think that this has been this hard for him?” His question lingered heavily in the air for a minute.
“No.” The response came with silent tears and an even more broken heart.
Satoru scooted closer to you, taking you into his arms. Your hands clutched him tightly. Silence followed until you both slept.