Imagine Satoru painfully killing Suguru and consoling himself with the hope/expectation of Suguru’s name to appear on his skin, only to look at the back of his hand and…it’s *still* empty. So then, who? When? Why? It’s been 24 years and Satoru still asks the same questions.

A year later, Satoru meets Itadori Yuuji and something inside of his heart *aches*. He tries to distance himself and fails, because Yuuji is bright and beautiful. And then, one day, on a mission in Hokkaido, there’s a searing pain along the back of Satoru’s hand. It burns.

He watches in horror as Yuuji’s name appears on his skin, burning Satoru from within. He blinks, because it has to be an illusion. It has to be. (But his Six Eyes never lie.) Not too long after, he gets a phone call from Megumi, then one from Ijichi. Itadori Yuuji is dead.

Gojo Satoru’s soulmate is dead. Satoru kisses his own hand, where the name of a pure, kind boy will reside on his skin forever. He closes his eyes; murmurs apologies as well as words he’ll never get to say out loud. And then, rage takes over, and everything becomes a blur.

When the world comes in focus again, Satoru’s back at Jujutsu High. There’s blood and gore on his uniform from his massacre of the higher ups, but he doesn’t really care. Still—he changes before visiting Shoko’s office, because Yuuji deserves that much, even if he’s gone.

Shoko’s eyes immediately flick down to the name on Satoru’s wrist as he enters, her eyes softening into something of understanding but also pity. She doesn’t say anything else, just leaves Satoru to his thoughts. He appreciates it.

He doesn’t know how long he stares at the pale and lifeless form of Yuuji’s body, thinking of all the things they could have had; all the things they could have been. His hand smooths over the wound over Yuuji’s chest. He thinks about how to honor Yuuji, how to live without—

The thought stops there. And it doesn’t need to continue anymore, because deep in the core of Yuuji’s body, a small ember of cursed energy flickers to life. It pulses once, twice, before Yuuji’s heart starts beating again. Satoru suddenly forgets how to breathe.

The back of his hand throbs, this time with a type of warmth that spreads through his body. “..Sensei?” Yuuji murmurs, and Satoru’s life suddenly has purpose again. He smiles. (He may have burned the world down for Yuuji, but now, together, they will rebuild *everything.*)

// just smth rly vague from some brainrot after a weird dream…this will be a full fic for sure!!! i wanna write more about Satoru’s HS days at jujutsu high, as well as more stsg angst and also other students (nanami, haibara, etc) Thanks for reading !!! Happy 520 day~ 😌💖

@archaic_cotton THANK YOU FOR THIS THREAD 😭💕

@FreeCroissantss THANK YOU TSA !!! IM GLAD U LIKED IT !!! 😭😭 (sorry late…going thru old notifs rn 😅)

@archaic_cotton im so here for gojo going feral and getting rid of all the higher ups for his soulmate 😩🙏 tysm for the foooood